sweet conquest of the devil gl

Viola didn't raise any doubts about the devil's words, and instead of greeting the intruder's throat, all the invisible things she tried to stop were wiped out with absolute power.

"You are really powerful." The devil still had a teasing aftertaste. The coercion of the dragon did not stop her from stopping her pace, but she was extremely agile even though she was wearing heavy armor.

The devil's weapons are two serrated blades, which are somewhat incongruous with the heavy armor.

Viola was not annoyed by her attitude, she completely let go of her momentum and surged around the edge of the sword. The two-handed sword, which was originally just a wide-edged sword, seemed to be twice as tall and wide, and slashed downward with a heavy sound of breaking the wind.

The devil threw out the blade in his left hand, avoiding the V-shaped beheading in the extremely dangerous gap.

Cynthia had disappeared from sight, probably falling into a deeper sleep—otherwise the entire dream world would be cracked.

Thinking of this, Viola spread her wings without hesitation, and the cloak on her back dissipated automatically, replaced by a pair of bright red wings belonging to dragons.

"Coincidentally, I can fly too." The devil chuckled, and the imaginary wings could still fly through the armor.

There was no room for hesitation, and the sound of successive slashes exploded in the air.

Cracks are finally starting to appear in the devil's armor, she can't go fast enough!

The fatal blow came very quickly. The moment the blade broke through the armor, the devil smiled and said, "Thank you for your answer."

"Tell me, were you summoned by Francis, or is the sleeping devil about to wake up?" Viola frowned.

Before getting an answer, the image of the devil shattered like glass shards, and the whole dream was shattered along with it.

Viola opened her eyes in the forest, and Cynthia beside her was still asleep. The power of the giant dragon was too heavy, and it was natural for her to fall out. .

She stretched out her hand and pressed the girl's hand to her palm to ensure the safety of the dream. .

[Cynthia is special, Viola. 】The face in memory has begun to blur, but the joyful tone is still clear.

Cynthia is special, and she knows it.The other hand was raised and brushed aside Cynthia's forehead hair, which had a very shallow raised emblem underneath.

I am... special.

Cynthia was standing on a broad stone platform, with no boundaries in sight.

"As expected of Princess Cynthia, this matter is not difficult at all."

"Who? Princess Cynthia, no wonder~"

……

Compliments like these are echoing in the space, there are no flowers, no applause, only a vain, taken-for-granted tone.

[Because it is Princess Cynthia, so——] The sentence pattern is not very annoying to her, nor will she be very happy, but it is too much, too much.

Cynthia slowly squatted down on the stone platform, and the handsome young man slowly approached from behind. He lowered his head, casting a shadow. His wide cloak resembled the wings of an eagle when it was hunting.

"It's Princess Cynthia, it's really... an eyesore."

"This is a dream, isn't it?" Cynthia's eyes were clear, and she looked directly at Francis in the dream: "You wouldn't say that in reality."

The image of the youth dissipated, but Cynthia was still stuck on the dream platform.

Because she is Princess Cynthia, she is liked.

Because she is Princess Cynthia, she is hated.

When she fled the palace, she was afraid that she would no longer be able to exist as 【Princess Cynthia】.But after she really walked out of the capital, she was a little bit happier.

What kind of person would I be after leaving the symbol of Princess Cynthia?

In the early morning of the next day, Floria also lay in her younger sister Xiangxiang's soft embrace, and it was so comfortable to sleep with the doll in her arms——

【Your Highness, it's time for you to eat. 】

When the voice from the bottom of my heart sounded, my ears were still itchy.

Floria suddenly stuffed her head into the quilt, and got out from the other side of the quilt in a fit of anger: "Call someone better next time."

"Yes, Miss." Barbatos directly lifted Floria's calf and helped her put on her shoes.Small boots with laces are popular among noble girls. These shoes are easier to walk than dancing shoes, but they are too cumbersome to wear.At least one person crouching down is difficult to maneuver.

"Leave the clothes for me! This time I know I have to untie the ties!" Floria picked up the skirt, untied the ties as quickly as possible, and put it on her head!

Then the skirt fell directly to the ground, and Barbatos picked it up silently, and put it on again.

"Your Highness, the half-dragon is stronger now, this is a temporary result."

"Ah? Oh." Floria agreed in a daze. She had forgotten about this issue long ago if she didn't pursue it.

Not wanting to disturb the sleeping Katerina, the two went to the study to continue discussing.

"No matter how things are handled in Melanton City, we have to start the disguised merchant plan as soon as possible." Floria did not forget that her biggest reliance was the dungeon.

"Yes, the carriage and the first batch of goods have been prepared, and they were purchased completely according to your requirements." The dungeon system can only be exchanged for dungeon buildings, furniture and some equipment at a low price, such as commercial carriages and various commodities... It is much cheaper to buy from human merchants with gold coins.

The door was knocked softly.

"Miss Floria, are you free now?" It was Claude's voice.

"I'm free, what's up with Grandpa Claude?" Floria was in a good mood.

Barbatos opened the door, and Claude reported to Floria respectfully: "Miss, the letter may take a few days, would you like to visit the town?"

"Yes, what is the main product of this town now?" Floria followed him downstairs.Barbatos' investigation information says [no special output], but there is always a source of income, right?

"It was originally sausage and jam, but since the year before last, all the fields have been replanted with grain."

It's really ordinary production, but instead of growing grain... Is it a factor of war or turmoil?

"Is there any wood or minerals? What about the nearby cities?" In the early stage of construction, these two resources were scarce, so we couldn't live with a few rooms forever.

"Melanton City is closer to the forest and has wood. There are mines near Rock City. I heard that it has been abandoned for a long time."

Well, the distribution of novice resource points is indeed like this, and Sir Henry died just right.

"Sister!" Katerina, who had changed her clothes, appeared behind them, holding on to the door frame timidly.Take a closer look, the child's emerald-colored pupils are quite beautiful, and she seems to be afraid of being left behind.

"Let's go together, Katerina." Floria took her little hand: "You should also take a good look at your own territory."

"But... my sister is back." Although Katerina's voice was small, she insisted: "Sister won't leave me again, will she?"

Floria choked, yes, her "sister" is back.If it was the real Floria, she would definitely help my sister shoulder the responsibility.Rather than quarreling and falling apart, it is the right way to concentrate all the cards in your hand.

Although she is a fake, if she said something now [you will take care of this territory in the future], no matter how you think about it, it would be abnormal, like explaining the funeral.

"No, but my sister will be very tired after doing too many things, so you have to learn it and help out when you grow up." Floria felt her fingers tightened, so she had to drag the little guy out all the way .

Human cubs are cute, but they are really troublesome when they are troublesome.

They first came to a square-looking building with the family crest hanging on it like the previous big house: a purple rose symbolizing the Clovis family, with pearls symbolizing the Glint family on the rose, Behind it are three ripples.

Floria and Katerina have different surnames, Katerina follows her father's surname [Clovis], Floria follows her mother's surname [Grint]

Why not Golden Rose or Iron Rose... No, that's not the point.The three corrugated decorations on the background mean that the two families on the coat of arms have had three queens since ancient times.

It seems that the history of the family is quite long, no wonder some people are willing to marry again after their decline to this point.

"Miss Floria, this is the place where you usually get in touch with the residents. You can listen to their opinions here, or help decide some matters." After Claude explained, let Floria go ahead.

The whole building is made of wood and decorated with gold and silver, but it still looks very simple.Moreover, the high-backed chairs and a long table are directly facing the door, which is more like a place to eat than a place to discuss matters.

Floria found the chair facing the door and sat on it: "Grandpa Claude, how long does it usually take for someone to apply for a ruling on a matter?"

"It was more before the chaos, but it has been gone for a long time now. Small disputes are handled directly by the guards."

After Claude finished speaking, someone brought up a plate of sausages from behind.

It was placed directly on the table, along with hot milk and cooked fruit.

It is true that I did not eat breakfast. It turns out that you can really have breakfast here!

Floria silently picked up the table knife and cut the sausage into small pieces. The casing looked very moist and the meat had a fresh color, so it shouldn't be unpalatable.

The feeling of the entrance is not too sweet or too greasy, which is very suitable.

Seeing Katerina standing aside eagerly, Floria slipped a piece for her as well: "Sit down and have breakfast with your sister."

Katerina's eyes were bright, and she narrowed her eyes happily under the effect of deliciousness, making Floria smile too.

【Your Highness, do you like to feed human cubs? 】

[Yes, what's wrong? 】

[Just care about your preferences. 】

In a few days, Floria will be able to completely get used to this superficial thing, and the mode of the chat room in the bottom of her heart.

The peaceful life was broken by a reply letter a few days later: Melanton City refused any form of cooperation, and said that it would not be eligible to discuss the issue of inheritance until Floria became an adult.

Everyone knows that there is an inner ghost controlling the city, or the person who originally controlled the city has become an inner ghost.

"Miss Floria! Please rest assured, when the situation improves, we will definitely find an opportunity to fight back!" Claude's expression was very sad. He saw that no matter how he comforted Floria, she still looked numb. , he resigned first, and was going to discuss further solutions with his subordinates.

With no soldiers, no money, and only winter food, he brought two young ladies with him, so he couldn't take risks no matter what he thought.

Seeing that the door was closed, Floria took a deep breath, loosened her muscles and said, "Let's act instead, tonight." Squat down obediently and wait for adulthood, what a joke.

As a demon king, it would be too ridiculous to hand over the attack to a human elder.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The night in Melanton City was very quiet. Ever since the trusteeship was handed over to his wife's uncle Vincent a few years ago, the servants in the castle got used to standing on tiptoe, only doing things and not talking nonsense.

That grown-up hated meaningless noise, and even more so, pointed rumors.

So even the patrolling guards try to keep their pace light and change shifts in twos.

The only person Vincent trusts most is the butler by his side. Now the butler is also old, and it is impossible for him to keep watch all night for his master like he did when he was young. He fell asleep early and handed over the task of vigil to the butler.

Suddenly, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.

"Master?" Opening his eyes, he saw Sir Vincent with a serious face in front of him. The butler sat up from the sofa as quickly as possible. Since a certain incident, he always slept with his clothes on.

"Go." Vincent ordered as usual, he always left the steps of guessing to his subordinates.

The old butler was too familiar with this master, and he was confident that he would never guess wrong.He hurried up to his master: Vincent liked to have people walk in front of him, with their backs to him.

Then, the old butler took out the key while walking, ready to open the door of the basement for the master.It's so late, the master must have woken himself up for...

This time, it was different from usual.

Vincent took the initiative to quicken his pace, walked in front of him, took the key, and gave him a slight push.

The old butler's consciousness was a little loose, suggesting that something wrong was happening.

It's a pity that he still couldn't resist the invasion of the dream, because - he was sleeping soundly on the sofa, only a bunch of keys and a piece of memory were missing.