Chapter 711: True Demonlord [42] (1/2)
”Good morning Éclair, a grand day rises over the horizon.”
”Good morning master,” returned a confused little glee, ”-my lord, I rarely see thee in a good mood, what's the occasion?”
”I have some vague ideas,” he lined next to the counter, ”-perhaps it was the thrill of death. I've reawakened feeling refreshed and ready to challenge the world. Maybe not the latter,” the bi-colored eyes gave an inkling of reassurance. What's for breakfast?”
”Oatmeal,” said the butler, ”-a healthy light breakfast to start the day. My lord, about the proceeding of yesterday, what are the orders going forward?”
”I've had my share of fighting for now. The invasion over Odgawoan isn't severe, I spoke to a few and they say, the purpose is unknown to them. I suggest leaving the military to deal against the aftermath.”
”Won't the influence spill over onto the town?”
”They've already adapted,” a flick of the finger toggled a holographic display, ”-very ingenious folks. Fuda mountain's out of reach, the roads are shut and redirected along a new path. Expansion of various properties has shifted to the south and west. Once the quest is accomplished, I'm certain monsters will depart, if it fails, we'll shut the gates ourselves.”
”If you say so, my lord,” the dishes readied in mere seconds. Behind, the hallway scattered by the sound of light feet, ”-master,” echoed.
”Careful,” he responded, ”-good morning Starix, how have you been?”
”Great,” she ignored tact and went for an embrace around the stomach, seeing the hands were occupied by plates.
”I'm glad,” he smiled, ”-kindly let go, tis quite hard to balance dishes over an unsteady support.”
”I apologize,” she hastily stepped off, ”-tis unbecoming behavior for a maid.”
”Worry not,” the head shook towards the dining hall, ”-I don't care about, workers under our family are treated with respect. Maid or not, your part of the family, don't ever forget said fact.”
”You're very kind.”
*On later news,* murmurs on the radio cleared by the second, *-monster invasion situation has been overtaken by the military. Sources have reported the AHA to have maltreated the vigilantes, a lawsuit is being prepared to take the company to court. Among the big names are Lina Holseter, daughter of Duke Holseter. Time will decide. We conclude, the death sentence of count Oathtall was contested, the jury decided on removing the capital punishment in exchange for greater property of which will be bestowed onto the prosecutor's party. Our morning show ends,* cheery music played, *-December is upon us, be ready for the festive season.*
”Never knew the end of the year to be a great month here,” returned he head deep into the breakfast.
”December's the month of buying and profit.”
”-And the month of love,” said Starix, ”-back in our world, December was the month to reveal one's intention to another. The month of love and affection. Pretty big hit if I remember correctly.”
”Master, are you intent on staying here or heading back for the holidays?”
”I'll stick around until there's nothing to be completed. The Count's properties need to be glossed over, the casino and various gains need to be ascertained. Once Raven is on a stable footing, I'll take a few days off and fly home. You're most welcome to follow.”
”I shall kindly think about the proposition, my lord.”
”What about you, Starix, any plans with Cora?”
”My lord, please,” her cheeks flushed, ”-I bare no physical traits to be viewed as a woman. Neutral and without the drive for reproductive functions.”
”Why look to the body, platonic companionship alone is sufficient. The man did leave everything behind, or so I've heard. Take care of yourself, I'm sure Éclair has prepared a bonus for the workers.”
”Yes,” he smiled, ”-they'll have the pleasures of a party hosted in the backyard on the day thee fly to Hidros.”
The conversation continued along a friendlier stream of words and a show of expression. Starix felt at home as did Éclair, the distant master, who in their mind was all-knowing and strong, came to be viewed as a man with nice words and good intentions. To the comrades, he held affection and generosity, to the adversary he held contempt and mercilessness. Was he good, was he bad, the subjective prospect depended on the person, where the retainers were concerned, Igna Haggard was but Igna Haggard.
Shuffles shook the mattress, a pull to the right removed the blanket – slightly ajar window blew in the cold morning wind. A chill went from the feet upward into a contest to the left, the blanket slid.
”Stop taking the covers,” said a muffle.
”Stop talking,” returned another.
”…” eyes opened to one another, Lina and Loftha had shared a bed unknowingly. Bare-chested and exposed down to their legs, the worse sprung to mind, ”-did we do anything yesterday?” gulped Lina.
”Of the sapphic nature?” returned the princess nonchalantly, ”-don't think so,” she sat up and wiped her eyes, ”-good morning I suppose.”
”How brash can a woman be?”
”Drop the prudish act,” sighed the princess, ”-get changed,” her mood worsened.
”Oh,” Lina followed, ”-yesterday…”
”Correct.”
*knock, knock,*
”Who is it?”
”Midne my lady, I was asked by the master to wake the sleeping beauties.”
”Midne?” the door opened to a pair of ladies in their undergarments, ”-what did you say about the master?” inquired Lina in a burst of wrath.
”The master waits downstairs,” returned she, her braided black hair, black eyes, and innocent expression was quite a hefty load to intake, the body didn't once say of her being frail, rather, the subconscious aura of a veteran swelled, ”-I'll be going now.”
”Éclair,” back to the dining hall, ”-what's happened of Midne?”