It Was a Fashion That Radiated a Kind Nature and Heart

Being revered is enjoyable.

If it were reverence bought with money, it might feel somewhat lacking, but if it were someone else's money, that would be a thrilling feeling in its own right.

Just like now, one receives a perfectly synchronized greeting from the lined-up maids upon entering Count Macenas's Villa.

―Welcome, Your Excellency, Marquis!

"Ehehe."

Pastel trembled, her lips curling up. She wrapped her arms around her body and twisted around until her legs felt slightly weak.

"Ah! The unapproachable power of capital that I have yet to catch up to. When such an opponent treats me like this. Pastel is, Pastel is..."

She staggered and casually leaned against Lord Demon.

"I feel drunk on power."

The Demon looked bewildered and supported her body...