Chapter 1-Vies Roctis/Our demon lord can’t be this persistent!?
*Priscilla’s perspective*
It was in the middle of a cold winter. A young girl sat on her father’s lap as they were both near a warm fireplace. The young girl had light brown hair resembling that of her father’s and it was neatly tied into a pony tail with a cute pink ribbon. The young girl’s father was telling her a story, one of a hero, a princess and a demon lord. The father could feel his throat go dry whilst reciting the story from the book due to the cold dry air of winter. However, he kept telling on.
The adorable girl kept her eyes peeled on the book despite not understanding a word as she swayed from left to right as the story was being told. The irresistible temptation to read on in order to not disappoint his daughter was what kept Arnold IV Xeniria Eizenkraft motivated to read page after page, despite the countless assaults of sleepiness and thirst in this cold and dry winter night.
This was a tale where the hero ventured through forests, mountains, seas and finally arriving at the demon king’s castle. The hero gathered a handful of trustworthy companions along the way as he helped many villages from the demon army’s invasion.
“The hero and his party approached the demon lord and the hero shouted valiantly, “Release the princess at once!” But the demon king declined with a resolute look in his eyes. The battle of the hero and his party against the demon lord began. The clash that was thought to have been ongoing for 3 day and 3 nights was just a mere hour’s worth of crossing swords and magic. Several of the hero’s comrades were severely injured and three of them even passed away. The reward, on the other hand, was the corpse of the once thought immortal demon king and the rescued princess. The hero brought the princess back to the king and they both got married and lived happily ever after.”
The father then gently closed the book that reached its epilogue. He gave a sigh of relief as he could finally have some water and rest, but he noticed his young daughter pouting dissatisfiedly while staring at the book. Afraid that his daughter might want to start a reading marathon, the King Arnold said worryingly, “My daughter, why are you so upset? If it is more books, we could always read another tomorrow night? It is already late and you should get some rest for tomorrow.”
“I don’t get it.”
“W-what?”
“I don’t get it. Why did the hero fight so cowardly against the demon king? Fighting with over fifty people just against one person, can you even call that honorable much less heroic?”
(If you can’t relate watch the second half or even the whole of this for kick’s sake https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g458RvdtBbo , one day I will put that awesome petrification spell in here, one day)
The princess continued to bombard such questions as she kept complaining about the hero. Her father was the ruler of Xeniria which was known for her corps of dragon knights and paladins who are bound to an oath of honor. He could understand her sentiments somewhat. However, King Arnold felt kind of sad his daughter was maturing faster than he had expected and stopped dreaming of princes and heroes, but rather criticize their underhanded actions which he too would disapprove if possible.
“Even the demon king himself, was he not lonely staying on the throne by himself? Maybe he just wanted the princess to keep him company as everyone else was afraid of him.”
The princess continued to spin more and more conspiracy theories contrary to what the popular book that was written by a respectable tale weaver said which may bring frowns to many children and adults faces.
Most of it glorified the demon king and justifying reasons for strategic moves such as kidnapping the princess and what not, others included denouncing the heroes for atrocious actions like going into people’s houses to take items that do not belong to them and claiming rewards even though heroes should work for no reward.
“My dear, the night has grown old. And if you do not go to sleep soon, the boogeyman will come after you.” King Arnold gently chided his child to sleep by giving out threats other parents would do to persuade their children to go to bed.
Priscilla knew her father was tired and that the boogeyman did not exist, or she would probably kick his as* even if he did. Being her father’s cute girl, Priscilla lightly jumped off her father’s lap, turned around and gave a curtsy while bowing.
“Then Priscilla will make a strategic retreat to bed now, father. Please excuse me,” she said out in a respectable tone before leaving for her bedroom to get a good night’s rest. That was long ago while Priscilla was still a young and adolescent girl. It was long before she grew up to a comparable height to men.
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“Mmmm….mmmmmmmmm!!!!” Vincent slowly rose up from his bed as he stretched his hand upwards after a long night’s nap. The golden sunlight rushed in from his window pane pass the daylight curtains, bathing him in a warm glow that was complimenting his jet black hair and violet sleeping gown. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he slowly got off his king sized bed that was draped with a luxurious red velvet blanket and covered with a blue silk canopy. It was at that moment he heard knocks from the door.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Master Vincent, it is morning already. The meeting is going to be held at 10, so you should get ready. May I come in?” a cheerful voice resounded behind the door after a series of knocks.
Priscilla was confused at this point. Her head was completely driven awake by the voice who spoke of a stranger who she was not familiar with. She then realized that this was not her room at all. She then grimaced at the thought that she slept with another man despite being the princess of an honorable knight kingdom.
Am I a sl*t!? she then thought to herself in shock, but after some time decided that a person like her would not commit such an atrocity such as adultery.
Then someone must have drugged me and dishonored me, I will find him and stab him to death! She gave a firm resolution with a deadly gleam in her eyes. (well, technically his eyes but for stylistic sake)
The door suddenly opened, and in came a maid dressed in a usual maid uniform with an apron and white frills. The surprising thing about this maid was that she had cat ears on top of her head and a tail that has been split into 2 sides.
“Whaaa-! Who are you? Name yourself at once!” Vincent shouted out in a cautious tone as his eyes swam from left to right in search of a weapon in case it might turn into a battle. Deep inside Priscilla was probably panicking left and right over this situation despite her (his) outward composed looks.
The maid look at Vincent dumbfounded. But as expected of a trained professional, she momentarily returned to a calm state and introduced herself, “This is your humble servant and personal maid Clara, my lord.”
My lord? What is this harlot saying? I am a refined lady! Okay maybe not so refined, but to address thyself as a man, is she high on drugs or something? Priscilla now felt slightly insulted as she had a complex of her height and boyish behavior of liking swords rather than roses.
Well, let me analyze my current situation first before pointing fingers anywhere. Priscilla was a meticulous thinker and organized planner in this sense, objectives overruled her emotional outbursts.
“Okay, I generally have understood whatever is transpiring. So, who is this Vincent you are calling?” Vincent said out in a calm yet confident tone as if he was in control of the situation.
There was another brief moment of silence. The maid Clara just stared at Vincent as if looking at an idiot. After a short moment, she massaged her temples and turned around while saying, “My lord, give me a moment. I will bring over a doctor to see what is wrong.” And she left the room with utmost haste yet gracefully.
What was that about? Priscilla wondered. Well now I have bought time to confirm the situation and perhaps plot my escape. Hmm, there seems to be nothing long nor sharp enough to act as a saber or lance in this room. She browsed across the room before noticing a beautiful ornate mirror embedded with the finest rubies and sapphires in the world. Oh my, this guy must be loaded to own such a fanciful item. Not to mention, the bed has such wonderful style and is so soft to the touch. Priscilla got carried away as she began to access this man Vincent’s worth.
Realizing that she sidetracked from her original goal, she decided to make a swift escape from the room. Just before leaving, she drew an envious glance towards the mirror. Well it would not harm to use the mirror once or twice, not like the guy who owns it loses anything, she convinced herself otherwise. It was only in these rare moments where emotions rules over reason.
Expecting to see her usual self, Priscilla was in for a rude surprise. What lay before her was nothing short of a fine gentleman. He maybe be only dressed in a violet silk sleeping gown, but his jet black long hair which draped down to his waist complimented his clothing and even releases an aura of majesty despite being simply dressed. Vincent continued to lay eyes on his delicate facial features. Eyes with pupils of obsidian which shone of the deep night, a perfectly arched nose, red luscious lips and those visibly long curled eyelashes. Most of all, the orientation which these feature were placed were nothing short of perfection along with his clear white skin which was without a flaw.
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Priscilla then recalled the events that occurred in the void and how it had something to do with switching. Was this what it meant, that this body is mine!? Priscilla began to admire at her new self as drool can visibly be seen leaking from the side of her (his) mouth. “Oh Vincent, you’re body is soooooooo hot, like totally my type. I am totally going to have fun with it from now on,” Vincent said to himself in a teasing tone. (To tsukkomi, have fun with what?)
Clang. A piece of metal fell from behind which alerted Vincent. Vincent then made a swift turn due to being surprised after being distracted by himself. He then saw the maid Clara and presumably the doctor who is of a heteromorphic race consisting of a combination of a giant pill bug and a man.
“I am very sorry Miss Clara, as much as I would like to help my lord; I cannot help those out of my scope. I believed you called me here because he lost his memories, but he may have lost his sanity before that. I would suggest calling Ryvern who governs brain restructuring rather than my humble self who can only do hypnosis.” The pill bug-man said before quickly making a turn and leaving as if he saw nothing strange occurring.
The maid was shocked once again for a moment, but then she looked outside the window and nodded as if confirming something. Vincent turned to face the window and realized a clock on the belfry which was about 5 minutes to 10. Priscilla vaguely recalled the maid mentioning earlier that there was some sort of meeting at 10 and he had to get ready for it.
The maid then took three steps forward and gave a slight bow angled at 45 degrees while saying respectfully, “Master Vincent, it is almost time for the meeting. Please get dressed with these.” The maid Clara began to take out a blue cape, a black uniform that was gilded with gold and lastly a shiny black pair of boots that looks like it has been polished just yesterday.
Thinking it was her cue, Priscilla raised her hands just like back at home to let the maids change for her. The maid in front of her acted otherwise, shrinking away with her hands above her head as if Vincent was doing domestic abuse on her. Vincent then stared stupidly at the maid until she opened her eyes and said to her in a cold voice, “Hurry up and change me already.”
The cat maid Clara who heard his words was surprised in a different way, evident from her cat ears being raised as well as her two tails being stiffened straight. Clara’s face then flushed fully red as she nodded to oblige and began stripping Vincent. Throughout the process of changing Vincent Clara may seem composed at times, but she was clearly drooling over his body figure. This led to Priscilla who realized so to consider doing an inspection of her very own new body later, very thoroughly.
Clara then guided Vincent to the meeting room once he has been fully dressed. The meeting room held a rather tense atmosphere as eleven imposing presences lay before Vincent. Despite Priscilla seeing them for the first time, a sense of familiarity has been developed as she slowly recalled the memories of the body’s previous host, Vincent Lukevan III.
From the left to right, Tetralogmnen the Overseer of Heteromorphs, Ursager the Demoic Beast Conquistador, Kurenhart the Reptilian King, Ophelia the Witch of Eternity, Drakhorn the Draconic General, Wilburn the Ruler of the Undead, Fhuren the Queen of Fairies, Rise Garcia the Vampiric Duchess, Lilia the Demonic Mistress, Asczentine the Wraith Overlord and lastly, Lucifei the Fallen Monarch. There was also the twelfth general Zebub the Prince of Decay, but since he is constantly posted to hold the fort against the Southern Blight, he is acknowledged but never present.
The discussions headed in a direction that was familiar in Vincent’s memories and he could cope with various subjects. However as Priscilla started to recall these memories, she realized Vincent basically was a puppet master. This was not because his generals were plotting to overthrow him, but he lacks the audacity and the mettle of a true leader. He lacked the courage to make important decisions despite knowing the best tactics and whatnot. This issue has already been noticed by his generals but some remained silent for their convenience, while others to protect the honor of their lord.
How dare you push such a hot guy around in front of me? More like how dare you push me around!? Priscilla thought to herself before she analyzed Vincent’s plans on the strategies he planned for the demon army.
Priscilla has scanned through her memory and reviewed Vincent’s plans to know that it is indeed the most optimal choices based on her experience as an apprentice of the master tactician back in her home country. She then started an outright crossfire with the generals present, rebutting many of their ideas on the spot.
“This is wrong…the cavalry formation should be placed at forefront in this battle as we have high ground advantage!”
“We do not need so much reinforcement on the Eastern border as we have plenty of infantry….need to shift more over to Southern border to tackle the invading chaos blight army!”
“Drake reinforcements should be delayed as they have suffered casualties and need more time to recover….to prevent further unnecessary loss of troops”
“Dadeeeedadeeeeda…”
“Hoooohoooohooo….”
Vincent’s mouth began to pour out words like a fountain giving the generals no rooms to rebut. Most of the general’s themselves were pleasantly surprised that their lord had finally become so proactive toward strategic discussions. However, not all generals felt the same.
Ursager was one who openly expressed his disapproval despite the plan sounding smooth. Being a four meter tall bear-tiger hybrid, he leads the demonic beastmans in conquest of the Western lands of Krevis in the East. Being one of the more aggressive generals who seeking to conquer the world for demon kind, he cannot just ignore the reduction in reinforcements for the invasion to the East.
Ursager viciously argued with Vincent over the issue for over 3 hours. But with solid reasoning and a more task oriented plan of defense over than offensive maneuvers, Ursager’s arguments were put down. Ursager did not hold much respect for the demon lord in the first place as he rarely contributed to discussions, but he would not turn a blind eye to interferences in his accomplishments as a demon general.
Unable to contain his anger, Ursager challenged Vincent in a prideful yet aggressive tone, “If you wish to stop me from sending more armies to the East, battle it out with me and we shall see who is more fit to plan strategies and order troops!”
Some of the generals were shocked and against the idea, some were for it for they detested how arrogant this newly anointed demon lord was acting and the last few just did not care. Since it was Vincent to give the call toward Ursager’s poor taunt, most would expect the wise demon lord to refuse such a pointless child fight.
However to their surprise, Vincent gave a resolute and unwavering smile and said, “Why not? Lets have our little duel one week from now after all the issues have been solved.”
“My lord…”Drakhorn wanted to interject to stop such a situation as Ursager was one of the demon army’s strongest general’s who physical strength was second to only Drakhorn himself.
“Silence, Drakhorn. Some fights should not be avoided to prevent even more conflicts from occurring.” Vincent said simply, putting the eldest general to silence. Vincent has already decided that this was the best choice available to see the ending his previous host would have liked to have seen.
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Hello again, this is the end of Chapter 1-Vies Roctis~! Vincent shall challenge the big Ursager in the next chapter but how shall he fare against the demon army’s second strongest fighter? Wait and find out more! On a side note, next time we shall be looking into Priscilla’s life as the princess of Xeniria. Who shall replace this tomboy princess and how will she fare in the middle of the ball?
*Whack*A whip of shining silver light lashes over to the empty space, the wielder is none other than the blonde angel in a white sleeveless dress.
*Whack**Whack**Whack*
“Stop that Rise-chan. Even if I am omnipotent, it still hurts!”
“Ohhhhh,what hurts?”
“My feelings, tehe~!”
*Whack**Whack**Whack*Anyways, see you next*Whack* time, ouch! *Whack*
“Seriously, who do you keep talking to!?” *Whack*