I Became the Demon Grand Duke in the Academy

22 – Akabula – 22

“—Are you crazy? Rosé.”

“Hey… … .”

Rose’s words were absolutely absurd.

You want to make Marvas your summoned beast? Not another demon, but that Marvas?

“ha… … . I understand your desire to be with a strong pet, Rosé. However, regardless of right or wrong, this is virtually impossible.”

“… … yes? Is it impossible?”

“It is the lack of your bowl. I don’t know if it’s an ordinary demon or spirit, but if you make a contract with Marvas while you signed a contract with me, you won’t be able to withstand it.”

In the game, this is called a cost limit. It was a system in which the cost gradually increased depending on the level and progress.

Rosé’s level was still at the level of a newbie, no matter how much he was a descendant of a hero, most of the cost was full because of one summoned beast.

“Above all, Marvas will refuse. Do you think Marvas, who was uncomfortable with being tied to the warrior party in the past, will sign a contract with you again?”

Marvas’ bond points in the game had a reputation for being difficult to raise.

It’s a game made to look cute while watching a pretty girl, but I couldn’t use it in terms of performance, and I had to strengthen the relationship in order to increase my ability.

“… … okay.”

Rosé puts on a sullen expression. Her waiting ears also drooped down.

“The thing I don’t understand most of all is… … Are you going to become the Demon King?”

“What? Ma, are you the Demon King?”

It seemed that this guy had no idea what would happen if he signed a contract with Marvas.

“It’s a situation where you signed a contract with me, the grand duke of the Demon Realm, but if you use Marvas as well, you’ll be dealing with two top-level demons. and that… … I don’t think the other guys will see it well.”

They will surely call it the advent of evil and the return of the demon king.

Rosé opened her eyes wide as if she was completely unaware.

Still, I thought I would feel uncomfortable if I sent it like this, so I decided to say one more thing.

“But there has to be a way.”

“yes? How is that?”

look He gets up quickly and asks.

“Be strong.”

“yes? Are you getting stronger?”

I nodded and said.

“You become strong enough that no one can touch you. No matter how many demons you have, how many dragons you have, or how many angels you have, you just have to be strong so no one can say anything to you.”

I actually did that in the game.

With a level, cost, and skill that was higher than anyone else’s, the NPCs and other users couldn’t say anything to me.

“If it were you, it would be possible.”

Calmly, it was something I could say because Rosé was one of the people with the highest potential for growth.

“… … yes you will be strong! I’m going to get stronger and command super-strong summons.”

“Yes, yes.”

“And Gregory-sama is the captain of the summoned beasts.”

“… … I mean?”

“Well, Gregory-sama is the strongest summoner!”

I’m ashamed to say this. I quickly turned around and waved my arms.

“Then go and think about it. Hurry up and get some rest I have something to think about.”

“yes!”

Dododo also makes footsteps and Rosé leaves the room.

I lay down on the bed and imagined the distant future.

The appearance of Rosé, who leads a lot of demons and launches a dragon.

“… … Is it Demon King Rose?”

If that’s the case, I’ll have to give it a nickname.

“If it’s a devilish nickname… … Rosenome. Rosenome would be nice.”

I smiled and slowly closed my eyes.

* * *

I heard a ticking sound and reflexively woke up.

As I stand up, I hear a familiar voice from beyond the door.

“This is Dibraos. The meal is ready and I am here to tell you.”

“… … get out soon How about Rosé?”

“You went to the restaurant first.”

“i get it.”

I activated a series of transformations, rearranged my outfit, and went out the door.

Debraos seemed to be waiting with his head down to guide me to the restaurant.

“egg plant.”

“yes.”

The dining room was across from the drawing room where we were.

Upon entering, I saw Marvas and Rosé chatting with smiles.

“Sorry for being late.”

“no! Did I just come?”

“It doesn’t matter since only appetizers have been served yet. take a seat.”

I sat across from Rosé, tidying up the cravat around my neck.

It was quite annoying for Marvas to sit in the high table, but it was tolerable when he thought that he was the owner of the house, perhaps because of his [Attribute: Noble].

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Gregory Jones. What a twisted personality he was.

“After lunch, I’m going to have Debraus see Rosé’s magic. What do you think?”

Marvas, who moistened his lips with wine, spoke first.

At his words, I glanced at Dibraos who was standing behind me.

“Do you specialize in magic?”

“It is a lack of skill.”

Dibraos said so in a polite tone. Seeing that, Marvas laughed.

“He’s a corps commander in charge of one of my corps. One skill is certain.”

This butler is a corps commander?

“… … I am very suspicious of your character of using a demon who can become a commander of a corps as your butler.”

As if not to misunderstand, Marvas waved his hand.

“It was Dibraus who came forward to follow me to the human world. He begged me to do anything, but what should I do?”

Apparently, the master-servant relationship between the two seemed pretty solid.

“If you are a corps commander in command of your corps, there will be no shortage. Take care of Rosé.”

“I will do my best.”

And then I look at Rosé. She was listening to us while eating soup with a smile on her face.

“Rosé.”

“Nem?”

mess. As she chews the meat in the soup, her cheeks repeat relaxation and contraction.

“The opportunity to receive lessons from a demon who has become a corps commander is not common. learn a lot.”

“… … yes!”

And I guessed Marvas’ intentions as well.

He wanted to talk with me in a place where Rosé wasn’t.

“So, Roger. Would you like to continue what you were talking about?”

Marvas looked at Rosé with a smile and asked.

It seemed like he was talking about a story he had been talking about before I came.

“ah! You mean that? How long have you been talking?”

“hmm… … . I even told the part where Gregory ran to the elf who was ignoring you.”

… … were you talking about me

“ah! It was! So. Gregory-sama received my auxiliary magic and spread his wings in front of him! Horollo before my eyes—”

I decided to focus on eating because I thought it would be beneficial to just not listen.

After a while.

When they finished eating, Marvas and Rosé took out cigars and pipes.

It was his after-dinner bread.

“hahahaha! After a meal, smoking a cigarette, immortality. Do you know well?”

“hahahaha! This is basic common sense if you want to live a long time!”

Is this smoking (吸緣), one of the three major relationships?

“I thought it was unusual from before, but it smells unusually good for a cigarette. May I ask what you smoke?”

“This one? The leaves of the world tree.”

“World tree leaves? hahahaha! Elprani blooming the leaves of the World Tree. You burn something precious.”

To the elves, the World Tree is a sacred object that must be protected.

It was understandable to laugh at Rosé drying and burning the leaves of the World Tree.

Wouldn’t it be considered the same as pouring aloe juice to tell the aloe to grow well?

“Because I burn with medicine. I’m a little unwell.”

Fufu. And the fragrant smell slowly spreads throughout the restaurant.

“Certainly, a leaf the size of a world tree would be good as a medicine.”

“hmm… … . Can I get you some?”

“That precious thing? May I take it?”

Marvas’ eyes widened at Rosé’s words.

It was a reaction like a smoker.

“yes! Because it’s not enough.”

“Then ask me later! A cigar made by rolling the world tree. Just imagining it is thrilling.”

“yes! If you smoke, you might fall in love with it.”

ha ha ha! ha ha ha! There is no time to intervene while laughing and continuing to talk about cigarettes.

Hearing these stories reminded me of the time I used to smoke cigarettes, but I didn’t want to smoke again.

Don’t you want to avoid it?

Apparently, Gregory’s body was not very interested in cigarettes.

“Well, if you smoked, just wake up. Gregory, shall we talk for the first time in a while while Miss Roze learns magic?”

“It’s good.”

I wondered what Rosé was going to say when he wasn’t there.

Rosé waved her hand and disappeared toward the gymnasium, leaving us with a greeting saying, ‘See you later~’.

We arrived at the study. It was said that it was a place where Marvas used to think or write.

“Did you write too?”

“It’s kind of like a daily training log, though.”

Marvas’s training journal was an item that, if given to an ordinary swordsman, could make him a master in no time.

“I really like that.”

“hahahaha! It won’t do you any good if I give it to you. what are you… … They’ll grab a sword and punch again.”

“The Gregory style of swordsmanship is originally like that.”

“Gregorian swordsmanship?”

“It’s a sword technique I just made. Of course, I am the creator.”

“Ha, that’s a funny joke.”

“Good luck, then. Well then, let me ask. What on earth did you bite Rosé to talk about?”

To be honest, I was a person who hated spinning stories.

It’s like an obsession with time. It may have been a conversation to the extent of refreshing the atmosphere, but I couldn’t stand it if it took a long time to hide the main point.

“It’s straight to the point. Do you still have plenty of time?”

“I don’t think what you have to say will be short.”

“… … That’s the theory.”

If it was a conversation that could be had in a short amount of time, Rosé would have been away for reasons other than magic training.

“Hey, do you remember the story I told you after the sparring in the morning?”

“I told you to take good care of the territory. Are you sure it’s about my territory?”

“That’s right. I thought you would figure it out, but… … I think it will take quite some time until you can travel back and forth to the demon realm.”

Marvas picked up the wine and two wine glasses from the display in the corner of the room and set them on the table.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Not bad.”

Squeeze.

I just poured it into the glass, but the fragrant scent was already starting to sting my nose.

Apparently, Paimon’s drinking taste was influenced by Marvas.

“It’s a good drink.”

“It’s a good drink.”

Lightly share a glass and quench your thirst. The sweet yet sour taste stimulates the taste buds and gently goes down the throat.

Slowly, Marvas put down his glass and looked at me.

Reminiscent of the setting sun, Marvas’ scarlet eyes showed strength.

Heavy, benevolent, upright, and hot.

That pupil itself was Marvas.

As long as those eyes turned to me, I was going to take his words as the truth.

Because he was always the devil speaking the truth.

However, after his mouth fell, I wanted to deny my previous thoughts.

“Sylvie Eligos might be dead soon.”

Because he always spoke the truth.