If you’re with the Lord Fairy who grants wishes, you can accomplish anything!
Oh my.
The Lord Fairy who grants wishes?
Oh my, I know this fairy tale.
How should I put it…
Fairy lamp! No, magic lamp?
Anyway, it’s a lamp that grants your wishes!
After being chased out due to a cowardly power struggle, the prince stumbles upon a magic lamp in the desert and returns to the capital, defeating his competitors with bizarre schemes and seizing power—it’s a fairy tale!
Oh my, this can’t be! This is just like what I want!
Though the Lord Demon can’t make pacts like a demon, the Lord Fairy is different!
Could it be that I and the Lord Fairy are fated to be together?
However, since the Lord Fairy said that the world’s greatest wealth and power are beyond her capabilities, I feel a bit disappointed. It seems like we’re a bit short of being fated.
Ah…
I’m sorry, Lord Fairy. I know you’re disappointed. But the seat next to a popular person can’t be just given to anyone! A Lord Fairy, who will be my close friend for a thousand years, can’t be just anyone!
“I think Pastel is overly happy. I wonder if something good happened that we don’t know about?”
Melissa whispered to Ellie.
But sharp-eared Pastel heard everything and pricked up her ears while walking ahead.
“Something good.”
Ellie pondered seriously.
Then, as a senior who learned through many experiences, she earnestly advised her junior.
“It’s not good to be perceptive. Even if you’re curious, pretend you don’t know. Pastel herself said that if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back at you.”
Oh my, if someone hears that, they might think that Governor Pastel is having a delightful mood after secretly succeeding in some wicked scheme.
“Is that so?”
Melissa tilted her head. Then, thinking about it, she approached with the confidence of being ranked number one among friends.
“Pastel. You look happy these past few days. Is there some good news?”
“I don’t know!”
Ever since meeting the Lord Fairy, I’ve felt strangely euphoric!
But, but isn’t the popular Pastel always happy?
Then feeling good isn’t anything special.
Wow, that seems to be the answer~!
Pastel hummed as she walked.
The end of the scoff corridor came into view. They had taken the train as planned for a business inspection, but the presence of a suspicious group that dared to commit a massacre in front of Governor Pastel had them moving swiftly via the scoff.
Soon, they were headed to the capital of the Demon Realm’s united kingdom. Due to security issues, the docking station was on the outskirts of the capital so they needed to travel a bit farther.
“I think I understand why you, Pastel, are in such a good mood.”
Melissa approached with her hands behind her back, smiling.
“Oh really?”
You know a reason that I don’t even know!
“It’s because of Bellamont, right? I instructed that when the greeting letter arrives at Sky Island, it should be transported early to the capital of the Demon Realm, so it’s likely that Bellamont’s letter has arrived around now. Isn’t that right, popular Pastel?”
Pastel’s eyes widened.
Elsior!
I had completely forgotten her existence.
Oh my.
Since Elsior went back to the northern duke’s house over the succession issue, without her around, I tend to forget about her.
Oh my.
But, but…
Given that Elsior originally had little presence, even if she hadn’t left, I likely would have forgotten about her!
So it’s not something I particularly overlooked~!
Yeah, yeah!
“Isn’t that right?”
Melissa looked at her, her eyes sparkling with curiosity about the answer.
“Oh my.”
Pastel covered her mouth in surprise.
“How did you know!”
Pastel was excited because she was looking forward to Elsior’s letter~!
“That’s right.”
Melissa felt proud to have guessed correctly.
“I’m also excited about what the letter will be like. I’m worried about how the succession struggle went. Hmm. I did push her a bit.”
Even as Melissa expressed her worries, her expression was slightly guilty. Even though she gave her a very noble piece of advice, she must feel a bit burdened for sending her friend into a dangerous situation.
Melissa is so kind~.
“Elsior will do great! After all, she is a friend of both mine and Melissa’s! She won’t have any bad luck like falling awkwardly on the stairs!”
“That’s unexpected. I thought you would be more worried, Pastel.”
Melissa glanced back toward the window of the scoff corridor. The blue sky was adorned with fluffy white clouds.
“Well, if you trust Elsior, then I guess it makes sense. Pastel, I learn something from you today as well.”
“Yeah, yeah!”
Pastel followed Melissa and looked out the window. The structures of the Demon Realm came into view.
“Wow! We’ve arrived! We’ve arrived! This is the united kingdom!”
“Now, we’ve crossed the border already.”
Ellie, who had been quiet, corrected her.
“Ugh! Ellie, you broke the mood!”
Pastel shouted, darting down the corridor.
“We’ve arrived! We’ve arrived!”
Swish, swish.
They reached the end of the corridor and swung open the deck door with force. The piercing sunlight hit them.
As she opened her eyes despite the dazzling light, the first thing she spotted was the Demon Lord leaning against the railing, looking down at the ground.
“Demon Lord! We’ve arrived?!”
The demon turned his head. His expression, once lost in the past, changed as he seemed to ponder what to feed this pink thing for lunch.
『Ah, so you’ve returned.』
As befitting the kingdom’s capital, numerous scoffs resembling whales flew in the surrounding sky. Their enormous fins flapped as they soared.
“Wow, wow!”
Seemingly a battleship, a scoff roamed nearby, its crew peering at the great demon with a telescope. As Ellie waved her hand casually, the soldier at the railing saluted and changed course.
“Wow, wow!”
Pastel ran toward the railing. Her field of vision opened up, revealing the ground all at once.
The high-rise buildings towering ten stories seemed to cover the ground. The first skyscrapers looked down at the sky, casting shadows over the skyline, as the magic circles on the building walls glowed.
Turning her gaze sideways, she saw smoke stacks lined up like they were covering the horizon. Black smoke formed clouds. A scoff filled to the brim with cargo soared through the smog.
Divided development zones and neatly aligned roads showcased a high-level planned city.
“Eh?”
Pastel blinked slowly.
This is a different world.
Ellie approached the railing. As Ellie’s hand reached out, Pastel’s fountain pen, which had been tucked into her chest pocket, was drawn out.
The fountain pen pointed toward the horizon.
“We’re now the empire.”
With a proud smile and a voice full of pride.
It was a pride that couldn’t be concealed.
The next Southern Commandant, who had quietly followed along, smiled awkwardly. His blue eyes flicked away, revealing his interest in the awaited letter from Elsior.
The scoff soared over the city’s dark skies. The smoke clouds enveloped the deck. The blue sky was nowhere to be found.
Ellie, feeling embarrassed, reclaimed the fountain pen.
“The air isn’t good, though.”
“Ugh! Cough! Cough!”
Pastel’s nose tickled, and her eyes stung.
“My lifespan is getting cut short in real-time!”
I feel like I need to wish for immortality from the Lord Fairy right now!
『It would be best for you to return to the cabin.』
The Demon Lord nudged her.
“Demon Lord! Please make a pact for immortality!”
『What are you suddenly talking about? And stop rubbing your eyes because it will hurt even more.』
“Aah! Is that really the case!”
Pastel rubbed her eyes, which only made it worse. Her hands trembled, and tears streamed down her face.
Uwaah!
“Demon Lord! Demon Lord! Immortality!”
『So, what are you suddenly talking about?』
As Pastel hurriedly fled inside, Ellie felt incredibly embarrassed by her friend’s extreme reaction.
“The air really is bad…”
The fountain pen she couldn’t return felt awkward.
“It’s unique, and that’s good. It’s probably a cultural difference rather than a good or bad issue.”
Melissa tried to comfort her.
“Is that so?”
Ellie, who slightly regained her color, glanced back to see Melissa earnestly covering her nose with a handkerchief.
Melissa corrected herself, feeling shy.
“The air isn’t good, indeed.”
“Yeah.”
—
“Wow! Demon Realm skewers! As the great Governor who rules over Sky Island, today I will compare how it differs from the number one skewers of Sky Island!”
Pastel sat on a bench behind the post office, holding skewers in both hands.
Melissa looked at her with a hint of skepticism.
“Isn’t that number one shop of Sky Island a title that you acquired through bribery by offering free skewers for a lifetime to Pastel?”
Pastel pretended not to hear.
The Governor has bad hearing~!
“I’ll give it a try!”
Magic stone pepper, sprinkle, sprinkle.
“Yum!”
Her pink eyes widened.
Oh my.
This is!
Pastel hurriedly chewed the chicken and swallowed.
And then shouted.
“Cough!”
It’s a cough filled with the stench of smoke.
I don’t know the taste, and the air is bad…!
Pastel just arrived in the united kingdom, yet suddenly wanted to stay holed up in the hotel without exploring the city.
Melissa seemed dizzy with excitement as if she were a girl visiting the city for the first time, and Ellie couldn’t contain her excitement as she showed her around the city, but for Governor Pastel, a ten-story building and factories weren’t particularly intriguing.
The back door of the post office opened, and Ellie emerged.
As expected, in the capital of the Demon Realm, the objective gaze toward her pink hair wasn’t very favorable, so Ellie went to retrieve Elsior’s letter instead.
“I received one letter.”
“Yeah, yeah!”
Pastel shook her legs as she received the letter.
“Elsior’s thrilling letter!”
The envelope was opened, and the letter was drawn out. Melissa, who was about to comment on the wax seal, gave up and looked at the letter paper together.
“Let’s see.”
On the lone piece of letter paper, the short content fit for the paper count was written.
“Craft, I ask for your advice. How can I win in this blood feud?”
Oh my.
Blood feuds are the rules of succession, and Craft was now in a pitiful state.
Pitiful.
