My Demon Queen
“Is there anything wrong?” a sense of apprehension was felt from Diana-sama’s sudden scrutiny on my body.
Was it because I had trouble tying up my hair? Diana-sama became like this after I had acquired her assistance in arranging my hair. Something usually done by my personal maids.
Could it be that..?
“I sincerely apologize... I-I didn’t mean to make you a maid.. my lack of personal management skill is at fault..” I hastily said.
“What?” Diana-sama looked at me befuddled. Her focus crumbled at instant.
Oh heavens.. I’ve made a mistake.. please pardon my wrong doings..
“What are you saying? I was just looking at your clothing?”
“I was thinking what size would suit you..”
Diana-sama nodded. “You can’t be walking around like that without wearing a bra right?”
“You came from another world.. no wonder you have no knowledge of such a thing. It’s something like an inner-garment for your breasts.”
“Come on, let’s go get you some clothes.”
I obediently followed Diana-sama out the castle.
So this is how the road looks in this world. Many similar small square castles could be seen along the road— or would it be more conscientious to call these mansions? No— it was rather too small... but it was undeniable that the designs of the building suited such a title.
We continued down the path along the black road. I would occasionally see unusual pokes stuck to the ground. Some were towering with a box attached to it and metal lines going to and from the small mansions and other similar poles. There were also shorter poles that became the separating partitions between the path and the road. The path itself was elevated, constructed with vivid red bricks. Every now and then, a mechanical carriage would speed past.
A merchants guild? That was the impression I had when Diana-sama brought me to this place. A tall building with many different stores built inside. Unusual items were displayed on shelves or hung on strings in an orderly fashion.
I entered the entrance which led me to a place full clothings.
A cold wind hit my face— a stark contrast against the heat outside. Ice runes?
Was this how commoners buy clothing back in my world? I myself had never gone out of the castle so I have no experience in regards to this. Most clothing were prepared by the butlers and maids— I never really questioned about the dresses I wore. All I knew was that the dresses were incredibly beautiful and intricate.
Compared to the clothes I wore back there, the clothes here had a much simpler design— but there were many variations. Pants and tunics— cotton ones? Some were shiny, I couldn’t discern the material.
“This is a bra?” I looked at the big paper sign that was clipped on a small rod above where Diana-sama was looking.
“Hm.. I think it’s too small.. a little bigger,” Diana-sama glanced at my chest and then at the two oddly shaped cups and muttered. “Liliath, could you come here a little,”
I followed her request obediently.
She then held one of them over my chest. For the corner of my eye, I noticed the store clerk standing beside us. She was curious somehow— my hair?
That could be why. The heroes that are summoned to my world would have black hair— which was an unusual colour. Here however, I have only met people with black hair. They were everywhere. Now I understand why heroes are so self-conscious of their looks.
I hung my head.
“Liliath? What's wrong,”
Diana-sama eventually picked out a few ‘bras’ and pantries that suited my body size. After which she had me pick out clothings that caught my eye. Which made me troubled. First was because there were many to choose from.. too many. Second was that I was indebted to them. They had saved my life and now this?
Sincerely, If this were I dream.. I wish I’d never wake up.
Forced to choose, most of my picks were dresses— something I was familiar with. Diana-sama showed a troubled smile.
“I see you prefer dresses. Though, how about limiting the dresses to 2 and chose other kinds of clothing?”
After an hour or so of picking, choosing and repicking, waiting in a queue with Diana-sama, I noticed the people paying for the clothes with paper? Not silver coins? It seemed that the type of currency used here was different from my understanding.
Each clothing had tags that had to pass through a red flashing light, causing a number to appear on an unusual white screen of a machine. The number— that I was surprisingly able to read kept going up and up until it reached 3 digits. That was when I heard the clerk ask Diana-sama a weird question.
“With cash or card?”
Diana-sama then took out a shiny intricate card, swiping it in between the gaps of a machine that glowed in green.
Everything happened in almost an instant, I couldn’t help but gawk. In a beep, all that clothing was paid for.
The clerk who noticed my expression raised her eyebrows. I hung my head realizing I had done something shameful. There were too many things I did not know about this world.
“Is your favorite colour black?” Diana-sama asked.
“Black?” I lifted my head.
She held up the elegant black dress I picked out before placing it into the white paper bag decorated with an emblem.
When I saw that, my entire being stiffened.
Class started and— no class. Everyone was chatting. Literally. There wasn’t any homework, heck, even Mr. Smith there was talking with the other students.
Hm.. feels weird that Prune isn’t here today. I guess she probably decided to stop coming to school since it’s the end of the term, plus she’s transferring schools. There isn’t a point to waste time here anyways... I’m just wasting my time here.
Anyways, within the space of the upbeat class, I withdrew into my mind.
First item to think about, super important, would be Liliath. More importantly, how should I bring Liliath to school? I don’t mean in a sense of ‘bring’ as in the literal bag-carrying kind of bring— she’s a human, a person. She’s defiant going to garne a loooooot of attention. Which in itself is a bad thing.. I think. Unless she’s somehow secretly an extrovert. Hopefully not...
How about a round trip to and from school? I might be late for class but that would prevent Liliath from staying in school throughout the entire morning class period. I should have talked to the principal about this ughh.... shoot. Maybe I should just go ask her again?
Or would Liliath be interested in experiencing how it feels to be in a school? Her opinion matters too. No. It’s too troublesome. I can’t risk her safety.
By safety.. I looked over to where Gruan was, talking to his group of friends. Not imbeciles because those imbeciles that follow him around were from other classes. Good thing nobody in class pays attention to me.
Right. Where was I? About Liliath. So... should I limit the time Liliath spends in school or say fuck it and have her experience the life of it even for a bit..
No.. too troublesome. I’m sure even the teachers would be curious and my classmates would swarm her like honey bees since she’s literally as sweet as honey.
I don’t know. I’ll let the thoughts ferment a little before I make a decision.
Next— also regarding Liliath would be her abilities. What abilities does she have besides healing? I’m not too sure if it’s accurate to call her powers her TALENT, I’m sure she just calls it ‘magic’ in her world, not ‘TALENT’.
And then we have the mysterious app known as the gacha of divine savior of my life— that’s a joke by the way.
I haven’t checked the quests board for today— I purposely avoided getting anywhere close to that in fear that the next quest refresh for the ‘gaining affection’ category to be something that kills my brain cells first thing in the morning. But... I’ll check that out later.
Wait.. didn’t it also say something about the maximum number of quests for each section is one? How come I had two? I’ll have to look into that.
Concluding the self board meeting, I returned to reality and started to practice drawing. Perfect— keep that pose for a little longer, I’ll sketch you right up. Ehehehehe.
Hm? Which student am I talking about? Oh? Yeah, yes, Freya.
You know, the classroom is one of the best places to find gesture drawing references to practice with. And Freya always exaggerates her poses to express herself— perfect. Though I wish she didn’t always have that jacket on.