Chapter 6: The Demon King in Trouble is Better Off

“Big trouble! Big trouble! Big Boobs! Nostril Eyes! Guess what I found?”

In the heavily guarded Lord’s Manor, Elita agilely leapt over high walls and slipped past patrolling armored soldiers, charging straight into the Council Hall piled with letters and Magic Shadow Stones.

Yuna, who was processing paperwork, and Margaret, who was wiping her Longsword, both looked up, glancing at the elf girl whose pretty face was flushed with excitement.

“So happy? What did little Elita discover?”

Yuna habitually played along.

“Guess.”

Elita hid her hands behind her back, her face full of joy and anticipation.

“A rainbow-colored bird?”

Yuna guessed.

“A male prostitute?”

Margaret also offered what she thought was the most likely answer.

“No! It’s a girl! A girl in the Hero’s room! Jon! He! Hid a! Girl! In his room!”

Elita finally revealed the answer.

She stared intently at Yuna and Margaret’s shocked and increasingly stiff faces, reaching the peak of happiness inside.

Silence.

Silence, as if all the air had been sucked out.

A long time passed before Margaret’s lips twitched.

She showed obvious anger, disdain, and disappointment.

“I knew it! I knew it! That low-born Commoner, suddenly rich, suddenly famous, with power and wealth—how could he possibly stay away from those cheap women of the pleasure district!”

She lashed out.

“Maybe it’s a misunderstanding?”

Yuna’s lips were also pale, but she quickly calmed down.

She spoke coolly, “Have you seen that girl?”

“More than seen! I brought her for you two!”

Elita smiled like a flower.

“?”

Yuna was curious why Elita used the verb ‘brought’, but had no time to dwell on it.

She pressed further, “Then quickly invite her over.”

“Here, for you.”

Elita finally revealed her hands after hiding them all day.

She showed the unmoving Lia to the other two.

“……”

“……”

Once again, Yuna and Margaret fell silent.

Yuna pressed her pink forehead and spoke helplessly, “Little Elita, this isn’t a girl.

This is called a figurine.”

“No, she’s not a figurine, she’s alive. If you don’t believe me, I’ll eat her to show you. Ah—”

As soon as she finished, she stuffed Lia into her mouth, pretending to chew, showing off to the other two.

As expected, the “Loli figurine” began to struggle wildly, her face displaying a human-like terror.

Margaret and Yuna were both petrified.

——Huh?

——It moves?

——What the hell is this?

The three of them huddled together and began a brutal “torment” of Lia—pinching, squeezing, pulling, even using magic attacks.

Finally, Yuna came to a conclusion:

“This seems like a… Pupu that looks a lot like a human?”

At this point, Margaret also remembered.

“Jon did pick up a pink Pupu in the Demon King Lia’s secret vault. He said he wanted to raise it.”

“But how did a Pupu grow to look like this?”

Elita mercilessly pinched Lia’s small leg, shaking her hand as if she were swinging a little Frog or Goldfish.

She wasn’t even as gentle as she would be with a Cat.

Lia pressed her lips together, trying hard to suppress her anger and humiliation, forcing her expression to match the silly look of a Pupu.

She thought darkly: “Damn pointy-eared b*tch, just you wait.

When I establish the Pupu Dynasty, I’ll make all you elves into breeding beds!”

As for now? Huff—Endure!

Without thirty years of whimpering, how can there be thirty years of Dragon King strikes!

“Maybe Jon made it.”

Margaret curled her lips with some contempt.

“I’ve heard that some Commoners who can’t get wives raise these pink Pupus and shape them into women’s… and then… heh, perverted.”

“How do you know everything about Commoners?”

Elita laughed heartily.

“Did you learn it just for Jon?”

Margaret’s face darkened.

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

Yuna observed Lia closely for a while, finally fooled by the Demon King’s brilliant acting, and her suspicion eased.

She said, “Since it’s Jon’s pet, should we… send it back? Maybe Jon needs it at night?”

She deliberately glanced at Margaret.

Margaret froze, her face turning red, then annoyed, then hesitant.

Throwing it away? That might upset Jon.

Keeping it? She felt uncomfortable.

Though she didn’t want to marry Jon, she had already prepared to escape if necessary.

But a marriage between a Hero and a great Noblewoman was standard in the Kingdom of Calradia, and having an Imperial Princess in the Hero’s party was a major political symbol.

So ever since she joined the party, the entire noble circle had assumed that the Hero would become her husband after victory.

That’s why she couldn’t help but be irritated with Jon and play little tricks on him.

But even if she didn’t like the Hero, as an Imperial Princess, Margaret absolutely couldn’t tolerate the Hero wearing a ‘green hat’ because of another woman.

——Another girl by the Hero’s side? Absolutely not! Even a Pupu cup used for stress relief is unacceptable! This isn’t about love, it’s about Noblewoman pride.

Moreover, beyond all this, Margaret had a slightly awkward private thought.

The Hero’s strength far surpassed everyone’s expectations.

In this Demon King subjugation, she barely contributed.

The grand plans she envisioned turned into a life of easy victory, something her proud nature couldn’t accept.

She had to find an opportunity to put the Hero in his place, to show him the superiority and authority of a “highborn”—even if it was just a trivial matter.

That was Margaret’s subconscious thought.

“Let’s just kill it. I suspect she’s a Pupu transformed from a great demon, sent to seduce Jon.”

Margaret said coldly.

Lia looked up in shock.

What the hell! How did you figure that out?

Another cheater???

Yuna weighed her words.

She pondered, her tone ambiguous.

“This is Jon’s pet, after all. Using such a charge to deal with it doesn’t seem right. If Jon returns and finds out, he might turn against you. I suggest you listen to him and keep your place as a wife.”

These words stabbed Margaret like needles.

What did it mean for Jon to turn against her for a pet? What did it mean to keep her place as a wife?

She had trained hard, through winter’s chill and summer’s heat, all just to marry a dirt-commoner who luckily awakened as a Hero?

To sing harmony with her husband?

For a lowborn, uncouth Commoner to even stand beside her was a great honor.

Would he really fall out with her over a mere Pupu?

Margaret’s face remained cold.

“It’s just a Pupu. If killing it over such a minor matter makes Jon angry, then I’ll just report him to His Majesty as petty and neglectful of duty!”

Yuna lowered her eyes, her deep blue pupils hidden beneath golden lashes, expression unreadable.

She spoke no more.

Elita sprawled across the table like a lazy kitten, grinning at the two.

She thought——If ‘Nostril Eyes’ found ‘Big Boobs’’ stockings under the Hero’s pillow later, how fun would that be~

“Have you decided?”

She squinted, breaking the silence.

“Or… let me eat it? It tastes pretty sweet.”

Lia was already scared stiff.

No, seriously, you’re all giving me a crime and preparing to kill me just like that?

Isn’t the main point that this belongs to the Hero? What right do you have to deal with it privately?

And that elf! Why does she keep wanting to eat me! Her brain is definitely broken!

“You eat it.”

Margaret waved her hand.

“I’ve decided for Jon.”

“Yay~!”

Elita cheered, immediately taking Lia.

Like performing a magic trick, she pulled out a plate, knife, and fork, even a napkin floated over and tied itself with magic.

The Pupu, in the form of a little girl, curled up on the huge white porcelain plate, trembling pitifully.

Elita, however, felt nothing inside.

She even squeezed a dollop of cream sauce onto Lia’s head.