Chapter 6.1

After the fluffy floating sensation, I felt my feet touch the ground.

I’ve gotten used to instantly going to an unknown place because Cami-sama has been relentlessly calling me to his space.

Being called into that blank, boring space twice is also surprisingly useful. I can be unperturbed by a sudden change of scenery, so experience is important in everything.

I looked around at the landscape around me.

It was a long, narrow space.

The ground, walls, high ceilings, and long corridors made of gray stone. On either side of the corridor were regular rows of white, glowing tetrahedrons, and halfway up the walls were small, beautifully decorated windows.

The building is of fine construction, but it is somehow dim and somewhat mouldy. If you look closely, you can see black stains and sticky green stuff stuck to the edges of the floor, making it look filthy.

I wore the ankle-high boots that Clive made me wear, so I can put up with the filthiness of the floor.

But if the duke’s residence maids had cut corners and left the floor in this state, they would be called in immediately and re-educated. I don’t know where this place is, but I wonder if the inhabitants of this pavilion are fine with this state of affairs.

Maybe the demons prefer filth.

Clive, the vampire, was always without a single flaw in his dress, hairstyle or behaviour.

Incidentally, when I say ‘not an inch out of place’, I mean when he is doing his job properly; when he’s talking to me, he’s usually out of his mind.

I decided to go straight ahead.

I don’t know whose mansion I’m in, in the land of the demons, but it would be more productive to move forward than to stand still. If I walk straight ahead, I should get somewhere.

The soles of my shoes make a clattering sound as I walk along the corridor. It is a very quiet and colourless place.

I believe that the appearance of a mansion is a reflection of its inhabitants. Those who live here may not have the opportunity to keep the mansion clean or the liveliness and elegance to decorate the corridors with flowers and pictures.

This is the country of the demon tribe, and the style is probably different from my country. If necessary, I can teach them. The need for cleanliness, the spiritual enrichment that comes from decorating the pavilion, and so on.

If our styles are different, we should respect what is good and compensate for what is bad.

Looking out of the corridor window, I saw a deep black forest.

There is no town in sight. Instead, a magnificent castle-like structure can be seen in the distance. The castle is made up of a series of towers and is much taller than the royal castles of the Kingdom of Evandia or the mansions of the nobility. The sky is overcast and dimly lit, and a dim light, which I am not sure if it is moonlight or sunlight, is shining through the thick clouds.

The landscape is somehow gloomy and dreary. From the scenery alone, it’s hard to tell how developed this world has become.

“Even though it’s the first visitor in a thousand years, there’s no one to pick you up.”

I sighed

“…… what are you doing here, human?”

The scenery sways again at the same time as the sigh.  I turned my head in the direction of the deep, low voice I heard and saw that the long, narrow corridor had been replaced by a large room.

The large room, which was also made of stone and was somewhat dirty, had a number of tetrahedral lights floating in it, each larger than the one before. There was a red carpet with gold edging on the floor underfoot, which was out of place and opulent.

In front of me is a large chair in poor taste, which looks like a combination of bone and steel.

On it sits a poorly sighted man with red hair, almost black, sitting in a dishevelled posture.

He is tall and strong, like a knight-errant of the kingdom.

I wonder if he is a knight. He is sloppily dressed in simple black clothes that resemble the uniform of a knighthood but are less ornate than that. It may be similar to a military uniform.

His reddish-black hair, which does not look very soft, is long and hangs over his face. His eyes are golden and his lips are thin as he stares at me.

He is a man with a wild, or at best, coarse look.

“How do you do, demon? My name is Lydith Annemaria. I am from the Duke of Annemaria family in the Kingdom of Evandia.”

“I know you. I know that Clive, the voracious and greedy one, forced the warding of the demon world.”

“This is the demon world, isn’t it? The demon world is very easy to understand.”

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