Chapter 158
"Ppu-ppu, ppu-ppu, ppu-ppu."
Pastel crossed her arms and groaned.
To think Alcier would ask for advice! I feel a strong sense of duty to give her proper advice.
But, but.
Pastel poked her cheek with her finger.
Even though it's the succession tradition of the Kraft Family, I've never actually engaged in Fratricidal Strife or murdered a blood relative (though Dad might think otherwise).
Even though Alcier asked knowing that.
As I glanced at Melissa in the seat next to me, she was diligently writing a reply against the bench seat. Her writing speed wasn't very fast, perhaps because she was awkward with a fountain pen, but her worried heart could definitely be felt.
"How are you going to advise her, Melissa?"
Melissa stopped her fountain pen upon hearing the question. She moved the fountain pen as if to rub her cheek with a quill, then realized it was a fountain pen, stopped, and spoke.
"I'm not going to give her advice."
Huh?
"Bellamont probably already knows what she has to do and should do. Even though Bellamont is usually a bit dense, she can easily make that level of judgment."
The fountain pen wrote letters again.
"Besides, a Succession Competition can always have rapidly changing situations, so requesting unclear advice through a letter just means she wants to relieve her frustrated feelings. What Bellamont needs right now is simply emotional support."
"I see."
A smart analysis.
Come to think of it, adding too many words to someone else's family matters doesn't seem like a good idea in itself.
Right now, if my friends asked me how I was going to treat Dad, I wouldn't feel entirely good about it either.
Ponder pastel before writing a very short message.
This is about all I can say.
At that moment, Ellie clapped her hands together.
"Let's head back and you can finish writing the letter. It's not an amount you can write quickly, right?"
"Ah, yes. I got ahead of myself. I'm sorry."
Melissa hurriedly organized her letter paper.
"I wrote everything! Mail it right away!"
Pastel handed the letter paper with only a few words written on it to Ellie.
"Already? I know there's no need to keep formalities between friends, but..."
Ellie was about to fold the letter paper, but she momentarily read the overly conspicuous short content and paused.
"Kill them all."
Her black eyes trembled.
"Wasn't it too short a time to write it all at once? Pastel, please put some sincerity into comforting her. Bellamont must be suffering without any friends."
Melissa, looking slightly sullen, nagged.
"Ehh? Come to think of it, Alcier wouldn't have any friends back in her hometown."
An unexpected fact.
Pastel Groaned.
"But I wrote down the best advice. I agree with what you said, Melissa, but I think what she needs right now is cold, hard advice."
Melissa hesitated.
"Since you say it like that, Pastel, it does seem that way. In a dangerous situation, someone has to give advice as a third party. The person involved will have a narrowed perspective."
"Right. Because they're family, she'll lose her objective perspective, and then she'll miss a lot of things."
"That's true. If there's someone with an evil heart among her family, it becomes incredibly dangerous."
"Yeah, yeah! It would be really great if everyone could be happy together, but realistically that's difficult! You're smart as expected, Melissa!"
Melissa smiled.
"Thank you. I'm curious about how you wrote it. Ellie, could you show me the letter?"
As her hand reached out, Ellie flinched and trembled. She hurriedly folded the letter paper and spoke a bit incoherently.
"Curiosity isn't good. I-I'll go mail the letter and come back."
Ellie left.
Melissa tilted her head.
"Why is she acting like that?"
Pastel also tilted her head in response.
"I dunno. Isn't it the bathroom?"
Gasp, it must be the bathroom!
Pastel had a carriage prepared while Ellie was returning.
It wasn't an amazing carriage of an amazing industrial city, just a regular carriage. There were gears and a mechanical device hanging all over the horse's outer armor, and auxiliary wheels on its hooves, but I wasn't sure if the performance was actually good.
It seems like some transitional thing before the appearance of cars?
When Ellie returned, the group split up to board two carriages.
However, normally, since they were on their way to the Royal Palace, Ellie would have ridden together and explained the schedule again. But for some reason, the returned Ellie Stealthily slipped into Melissa's carriage.
Thanks to that, Pastel ended up boarding together with Lord Demon.
No, let me correct that.
Pastel kicked the Demon out and completed the Boarding alone.
"Lord Demon! Meonggameongga, I suddenly don't feel good!"
The girl's cheeks puffed out slightly as she looked at the Demon trying to sit down.
"Just looking at it, I think you're the cause, Lord Demon! Should I say being in the same space is a bit unpleasant? Anyway, please get off!"
Her finger pointed at the carriage door.
"What?"
The Demon was dumbfounded.
"What kind of ridiculous reason is that?"
The Demon ignored her and tried to sit on the Carriage Sofa.
"Heuaaa!"
The girl trembled and freaked out.
"Lord Demon's butt touched my carriage! That's a seat I even lie down on when I'm bored! My head touches there! My head! But what are you doing trying to sit there!"
"No."
The Demon was at a loss for words.
"Get out! Get out of my cozy space! Get out! Get out!"
As she flailed both arms, the Demon opened and closed his mouth a few times. Then, with an expression of a confused soul, he obediently left the carriage for now. It was an action that seemed like fleeing from an incomprehensible situation.
"Lord Demon is an idiot!"
Pastel slammed the carriage door shut with a very sullen expression.
Then she stayed like that for a moment before her expression gradually softened, and she looked around the inside of the carriage.
"Fai-ry."
Her voice whispered softly.
Hehe.
Pastel called for the Fairy who grants anything~! instead of Lord Demon who couldn't even do a Demon's Contract.
The inside of the carriage was quiet with no response.
Oing, is she not here?
That could be.
―Did you look for me?!
The sofa cushion that Lord Demon had tried to sit on was suddenly flipped open. The hiding Fairy revealed herself, emitting a Black Aura.
"Uwaak! Fairy, in a place like that?!"
It's a good thing Lord Demon's butt didn't touch it!
―Because I'm a genius at hide-and-seek!
The Fairy sat on the edge of the sofa cushion and boasted a little.
"Uwaa! So cool! So cool!"
Suddenly, the carriage door was knocked on.
"What's going on? Is someone in there?"
Uet.
An interruption came in the middle of the conversation with the Fairy.
Pastel quickly became sulky.
"Oh, Really. Lord Demon! Don't interrupt my personal time! I'm telling you I don't need you right now, Lord Demon! Go away!"
"No."
"Go!"
"No, what the."
Lord Demon let out a voice that sounded like he had a lot to say, then left.
Ppu-u.
"The soundproofing is terrible."
Pastel firmly manipulated the Soundproof Magic Circle in the corner of the carriage. After Pastel adjusted it to maximum effect, the carriage departed.
She looked back at the fairy.
"Uwa, I'm sorry, Fairy. The Lord Demon of our house is a bit clueless."
―It's okay! Because I'm nice enough not to get angry over such trivial things!
The Fairy smiled brightly.
Uwa! As expected of the Fairy!
Her pink Eyes sparkled.
"Fairy, Fairy. Then you'll grant my new wish too, right?"
This is the wish I saved and saved while tossing and turning at night and drooling! This time, I'll use it especially for Alcier!
The Fairy made a slightly subtle expression. But perhaps she saw it wrong, because when Pastel closed and opened her eyes, the Fairy was still smiling brightly.
―Of cooourse! I'm a Good Fairy, so I'll grant a good girl's request to the extent she wants!
As expected of the Good Fairy!
I believed in you!
It's not like I was worried the Fairy would say no if I made another wish for no reason, so I have piled up tenant debt and am only making the wish now!
It also means the Fairy isn't granting the wish out of a sense of debt to the Landlord who provided a place to stay, just because she's also in a position of being chased by the Church!
―But!
The Fairy suddenly became serious. She sharply extended her index finger and spoke firmly.
―Things like the world's greatest wealth and power like last time are a no-go! Touching the entire world is beyond my capabilities! Wishes beyond my capabilities are impossible!
Ue.
A line was drawn.
I suppose...
A hundred million pieces of gold for rent are a bit too much.
Pastel snapped out of being a wicked building owner and became a good building owner.
―Now, tell me! What kind of wish do you want?
Her Pink Eyes sparkled.
The Popular Person Pastel shouted for Alcier.
"Please give the good Pastel Immortality!"
The Fairy was dumbfounded. Her gaze stared wordlessly.
Gasp.
I wished wrong!
I should have wished for Immortality after my body was fully grown...!
No, no, not this!
It's for Alcier! Alcier!
Ddu-ru-ru ddu-ddu~!
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Ddu-ru-ru ddu-ddu~!
Having completed her reboot, Pastel shouted again.
I was supposed to make a wish for Alcier!
Gasp, right.
This is my true intention.
Heu-euk.
Pastel became sad.
I'm sorry, Alcier. If I gain immortality, I'll do everything in my power to help you.
Pastel squeezed her eyes shut.
"I'm ready to gain immortality! Please do it quickly!"
I'm sorry, Alcieeer!
I'll help you right after I gain Immortality!
―No, I said it's not possible.
The Fairy was dumbfounded.
―What kind of absurd wish are you making? No matter how much of a Good Fairy I am, there's a limit to my capabilities.
Oing, is that so?
The Fairy can't do it?
Lacking capabilities?
Pastel's eyes gradually changed.
It was similar to the disappointed look she had when she heard that Lord Demon couldn't make a Demon's Contract.
The feeling that the Fairy was suddenly unnecessary.
The feeling that she should seat the good-cooking Lord Demon there instead of a tenant who can't pay rent.
The Fairy flinched.
She panicked and falteringly spoke with awkward gestures.
―But somehow it seems like it might be possible, or maybe not, but also seems right. Like at a glance, how should I say, it seems like I could say it's possible or maybe not.
"Gasp."
Pastel covered her mouth with both hands.
"Does that mean it's possible?!"
―Ah~!
The Fairy looked at a distant mountain.
―Only if my heart is happy and my condition is perfect, in the optimal environment and the best location.
The Fairy took on a somewhat stiff expression.
―But today.
She tapped her neck.
―The weather is bad, and I couldn't sleep properly. It also smells a bit like exhaust fumes...
"You mean it works, right?!"
Her Pink Eyes sparkled.
The Fairy, with her mouth open, stared wordlessly in the exact posture of someone tapping her neck.
The Pink Eyes continued to sparkle.
The Fairy gradually avoided her gaze.
Then, she spoke in a shrunken voice like a Researcher's under pressure for results.
―Y-Yes, I suppose you could say I need more budget and time.
Gasp.
Such a realistic problem...!