“Hmph. I am Diyu Hellbeing, the daughter of that pathetic man over there.”
She outright said it. Somehow, I feel like her beautiful and exterior is a contrast to her attitude. Well, that’s being outright judgmental if I think like that, but I couldn’t take it off my mind. I wonder how a guy like Gria is pathetic.
“Diyu, are you still not over that?!”
“I have no reason or obligation to answer a question from someone who is not a blood family.”
“Give it a rest, you two…”
“Hmph. So what’s up with these young girls you gathered?”
“They are actually Mrothgir’s companions.”
“Lord Mrothgir?”
The woman, Diyu, eyes on master and glared at him like he murdered her whole ancestry. In return, master just lets out a wry smile to her.
Diyu faces away from master and looks at Gria again and speaks her mind out.
“ Lord Mrothgir, a legendary figure in history. In books and tales, was referred as The White Dragon Sage. He once destroyed a large city with a single magic. He was also known as one of the major magic researchers in the underground society of magic developers. Your achievements and success piled up that I cannot remember most of it, and now, father’s accomplice in getting young girls.”
“EH?!”
How did she come up with that conclusion? And master has a history like that? We didn’t know about it since he looks pathetic under the watch of Alstroe. Is his title not for a show?
I am in awe. Even though I am aware that he is strong, I never knew something like that.
Diyu seems to have done her research too about master. She looks at us with contempt too. Why?! No, if I pinpoint it correctly…she is looking at Alstroe’s bust!
Breast envy?
“Diyu, you’re wrong! They are Mrothgir’s disciple!”
“And the requirement to be his disciple is being a girl?”
“Mrothgir, I can’t defend you anymore. You’re on your own now.”
“I swear Gria…”
“This conversation is derailing stupidly now. I shall take my leave and rest in my room.”
Diyu left the garden with maid escorts. Talk about attitude, she can’t even show respect even to her own father.
Yup.
The mood in here changes for the worst. I don’t know what to feel. I feel confused.
I look at Higan. She probably is the same as me. I can tell even with her deadpan face. Alstroe is just keeping a straight face. I can’t tell how she feels about this matter.
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Master just annoyingly scratches the back of his head. Balrog is massaging his temples like he has a heavy migraine.
Gria, after confirming that we are trying to collect our thoughts, speaks…
“Mrothgir, Chicas, I am very sorry… It seems her hate for me got worse again."
“Hmm. I really don’t remember how many years we last met but, how in the world did your family turn into this? Seriously.”
“I don’t know where to start…Dios mio…"
“Well, father, why don’t you start the time when you ditched the title of being a demon lord.”
“Ditch is a little harsh Balrog. I just don’t want to be a demon lord. All I want is to have this city prosper. To reenact the culture from my past life, to give birth to a new tradition and most importantly, to give the undead a place they can live.”
That was a really noble aspiration. Sightseeing all over the city, I can feel all the effort and hard work he put into it. The undead is literally happy and they are civilized. They do not prey on flesh and blood as they said themselves anymore. They get along almost with everyone.
The culture is also booming. This city is known for its many specialties and attractions. Even a hundred year of effort won’t yield this result. He must have been working very hard for more than several years. If you include the fact that normal people would accept an undead serving their foods.
“Now father, the time when mother left you.”
“¡Not esta mierda otra vez!”
“Father, stop that.”
“Dios mio Balrog! ¡Yo no quiero pasar por esto otra vez!”
“Father! Speak normally!”
“Fine…”
“…”
“Eleven years ago, when Diyu was seven years old, My wife, her mother, Eno, left us…”
“Gria…”
“Alright! I played a prank on her! I invented that thing called air horn. This and that happened, she became my victim and she got so angry that she yelled profane words at me and left me and Diyu doesn’t know that!”
“Neither do I, father. Mother never told me the reason for leaving you here and living in the capital. Even if Diyu visits there, she kept her mouth tight.”
Hahahaha…that low tolerance mother or this man have done many pranks that she lost it and left. What’s more, she is living in the demon capital far from Gria. What a messed up family.
All in all, the spite he receives from his own daughter is just. We just look at him like the filth he is.
But Diyu’s attitude still ticks me off, and that hatred towards Alstroe.
Alstroe(breasts) did nothing wrong!
“A-Anyway! It’s getting late. Let’s head inside. I shall order the maids to cook something for dinner!”
As what he stated, the sun is already setting. The orange glow that it emits flashes to our eyes. Wait, Gria is a vampire but he is fine with sunlight. Earlier, he is also eating onions which I think vampire hates. Is it because he is a true ancestor?
No use brooding over it. Let’s leave it at that.
As what Gria said, we head inside that mansion. It’s already decided from the start that we would be staying the night here so our rooms are ready.
The maid escorts us to our rooms. Our rooms are separate and oddly enough, my room is far from Alstroe and Higan. My room is located at the end of the hallway on the second floor, and in the opposite direction, their rooms are located there having Master and Balrog as their neighbors.
That’s a bit unfair though.
I enter my room and sure enough, I am delighted that I would be able to sleep in a bed again! The room itself is extravagant which I guess is the same for everyone. It has four windows at two walls to it. Some decorations that would make you feel you are in a medieval era. Well, pretty much similar to my room in the castle. I was expecting it to be more like…Gria’s preference?
I settled myself in the room for a while. I frolic in my bed. I rolled left to right while covering myself with the bed cover making me look like a bread roll. I only stopped when I fell down.
After groaning for a while, I decide to step out of my room and explore for a bit before dinner time.
I plan to go to Higan and Alstroe’s room but I notice a room that’s close to mine. The door is slightly open and sure enough, there’s a light coming out from it. Of course, it’s a sign of someone is in the room.
Stupidity acts and I spy on the room. Inside, there’s a girl in a black silk skirt and white cardigan, holding a large ghost plushy and talking to it. It got my interest.
The girl is Diyu. She is speaking childishly.
“Geez! Father brought girls again! Can you believe it, Felix?! He never even visited Mommy at the capital! The nerve! And I really don’t mean to leer at everyone you know! I just kind of fixated my face like this! Geez! Geez! Geez! I really don’t know what to say to Balrog earlier too, so before I knew it, I was being rude again! Geez! I can’t even believe one of the girls earlier has these large boobies! She’s even younger than me! It’s unfair you know! And I really looked up to Lord Mrothgir and just go and said something really rude! I think he doesn't like me now! It’s my idiotic father’s fault! Hmph! Right, Felix!? You’re with me right?”
That was freaking cute, to be honest! The gap in her attitude earlier and her attitude right now builds this adorableness out of her!
But now, I feel sorry for her.
In conclusion, she is just socially awkward, throws a brave and prick of a girl front on the public but she is just confused on how to converse normally. That’s what I least think.
Without thinking anything, I entered the room. Surely enough she notices me and froze at the spot.
“I’m really sorry for barging in.”
“…”
“I am also sorry, I heard everything.”
“--!”
“???”
“You’ve seen the whole thing?!”
“Yes…”
She dashes towards the door at blinding speed smacking it close. She then carries me and throws me on the bed. Her face is bright red and she is shaken. Her eyes are shaking.
“I-i-i-i-I need you t-t-t-t-to forget everything s-s-s-so I’m going to overlap your m-m-memories with something else!!!”
“Calm down.”
No, seriously…calm down.