Until now, the story~!
To capture the evil Demon King, Pastel and her party finally arrived in the Demon Realm!
However, the bizarre political situation of the Demon Realm United Kingdom was making their heads spin, and just as Elly was about to change into the Demon Princess, an extreme crisis occurred…!
But the great Governor Pastel had a trump card left!
It was that she had captured none other than the radical Demon, self-proclaimed noble Nathaniel Presley, who had terrorized the previous conference room!
Now, can the great Governor Pastel extract evidence from Nathaniel to deal with the radicals…!
Yes! Yes!
Possible! Possible!
Pastel pointed dramatically at Nathaniel, who was tied up to a pillar.
“Quickly confess the connection between the radicals and the cult! You committed an atrocious diplomatic rudeness by committing murder right before the eyes of Pastel, who has received orders from His Majesty the Emperor! I already know it’s premeditated crime with the cult, even without you saying a word!”
It’s true!
I don’t even know what you think you know, but it’s true!
Nathaniel’s eyes gleamed.
“What murder nonsense! And who do you think would just tell you what you want?! I have nothing to say to Craft or anyone else! Go get your info from the traitors!”
That was a shout worthy of a patriot standing against evil foreign forces.
But it wasn’t a completely wrong analogy.
Aaaah!
Impossible! Interrogation impossible!
Even in the face of the great Governor’s accusations, Nathaniel’s firm patriotism didn’t waver!
“Why! Just tell me! Please!”
Pastel, who didn’t know what to do, threw a tantrum.
After all, the Demon Lord, being a full-grown man, usually gave in to this sort of thing.
But Nathaniel, being on a different level, only scoffed.
“Is that what you call interrogation?”
Uh-oh, the tantrum didn’t work.
Shock.
Pastel clutched her head and staggered.
Leonard looked at her in surprise and supported her.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this. The opponent is too resolute. If it’s come to this…”
She had no choice but to resort to wicked tactics.
Pastel closed her eyes and opened them, her playful pink eyes now glaring with seriousness at Nathaniel.
“Are you forgetting your position? If you don’t confess willingly, you’ll be in for serious trouble.”
“What?”
From behind, a Knight Member appeared with a bunch of tools and an unknown pick.
Seeing that, Nathaniel’s pupils widened.
“You can’t be…!”
“That’s right!”
Pastel beamed confidently.
She pointed at him.
“If you don’t confess in due time, I’ll attack the economic weaknesses of the United Kingdom’s exchange rates! If you’re such a patriot, you wouldn’t want to face that kind of economic crisis, would you?!”
It had long been confirmed that the United Kingdom has a primitive stock market!
Creating an economic crisis by exploiting basic systems would be an easy task for the capable Governor!
If Elly were there, she would be so sorry she wouldn’t dare to mention it, but since she was banned from coming to work, it’s all good, all good!
Silence fell.
Leonard and the Knight Member, who had been preparing something, paused and stared blankly.
“What? Economic weaknesses…?”
Nathaniel’s eyes went wide.
Hehe.
“Yes! I’ve already figured out that the major companies of the United Kingdom and Demon Realm are taking on substantial debt for high-efficiency growth! With my crafty intelligence, I’ve also figured out how to torment you!”
Haha!
Economic plunder! Economic plunder!
Pastel was about to become rich~!
“If you’re a true patriot, you must be at a loss for how to respond to such threats?! Hurry up and surrender and confess the evidence! Then, I won’t need to take any risks with an economic attack!”
Pastel grew even more confident.
Nathaniel silently panicked, stammering.
“The exchange rate, what is…?”
Uh-oh.
Pastel’s mouth fell open.
An unexpected obstacle.
As Nathaniel contemplated and looked for a reaction, he seemed to remember something and smirked.
“I can see what you’re trying to do! You’re trying to intimidate me with advanced words I don’t know! But it won’t work on the noble Nathaniel Presley! Go ahead and try your economic attack! People survive on bread; what crisis can arise from playing with gold coins they can’t even eat?!”
“What?!”
Aaaah!
What is this ignorant statement…!
This person can’t be reasoned with…!
Pastel clutched her head, shaking it in despair. Her pink pigtails slapped against Leonard beside her.
Impossible! Interrogation impossible!
Interrogating the great Governor is way too difficult!
“Haha! I guessed it! The Craft Family isn’t anything special!”
Nathaniel was puffed up with pride.
Whoa!
Pastel has lost…!
Pastel slumped down in defeat.
Thud.
Leonard looked on in disbelief.
“What are you guys doing.”
#
On the hotel terrace.
Pastel was spooning ice cream from a glass cup while groaning.
“Patriots are so scary.”
She had caught someone who knew the secrets of the radicals but couldn’t extract any useful information.
“What’s so hard about it? Just torture him.”
Leonard, who had been resting his chin in front while watching her eat, clicked his tongue.
Uh-oh.
Pastel trembled in shock at his words.
“Leonard, were you a bad person?”
“No, hey. Leaving him perfectly fine after going through the trouble of capturing him is what’s wrong.”
Pastel took a big spoonful of gem-milk ice cream and went “Wow~!” shoving it into her mouth.
And mumbled with her mouth full.
“Leonard, were you a bad person?”
Leonard raised an eyebrow.
“If you really don’t want it known that you ordered this, I’ll take the blame for going overboard.”
“Leonard, you were a bad person—”
Pastel shivered as the cold ice cream made her teeth chatter.
“Whoa.”
Winter ice cream is super cold.
Friends came up quietly.
“Pastel! Here’s cocoa!”
A steaming cup of cocoa was placed down, with shimmering gem powder on top.
“Thank you, Friends!”
Hoo! Hoo!
Sipping away.
“Whew.”
Pastel set the cocoa down.
She took a big scoop of ice cream with her spoon. Her mouth opened wide.
“Wow~!”
Nom.
Mumble mumble.
Then her pink eyes turned to Leonard.
What were they talking about again?
Oh right!
“Leonard, were you a bad person—”
“I get it, so stop talking.”
“Okay!”
Pastel finished the ice cream, and the glass was cleaned out.
She put down the spoon and was about to start talking when she noticed Leonard’s untouched ice cream and her pink eyes shined.
“Oh! Aren’t you going to eat?”
“You eat it.”
“Thanks!”
Pastel gleefully took the transferred ice cream and sprinkled gems on it, nomming away.
The glass was soon empty.
Pastel, feeling regret, put the spoon in her mouth, and sounds came out around it.
“I’m just saying, to clear any misunderstandings, I wasn’t hinting for you to go overboard. It’s just that torture feels a bit off.”
The spoon tilted.
“I’d say it’s very detrimental to my fragile sensibilities.”
Okay!
Leonard frowned, crossing his arms.
“Is something like this really enough to bother you?”
Hehe.
Still, some things can’t be helped.
“But the great Governor Pastel has it figured out! There’s a way to make that Demon Person spill the beans!”
The spoon was placed down with a clear sound.
“Everyone disperse! The great Governor needs some alone time!”
“If you need anything, call me.”
“Okay!”
Leonard and the friends left the terrace.
Pastel absentmindedly looked around the terrace to check if everyone had left.
No one was around!
She even checked if there was anyone looking from the outdoor area on the ground.
Just a few passersby were there; nothing unusual!
“Hehe.”
Surely, Leonard and the friends thought she would solve everything using her brilliant methods, right?
But Pastel knew.
Intellect was something needed by those who lack luck.
For the lucky Pastel, it wasn’t necessary.
She cupped her hands like a megaphone and called softly.
“Fairy~!”
In a decorative pot, black energy flickered. The Fairy, who had been hiding behind it, peeked out.
—Did you call for me?
“Fairy! I called you! I called you!”
The Fairy sat perched on the pot, an air of arrogance in her expression.
—I already know what you want. I can grant that much; go ahead and make your wish.
The Fairy crossed her legs and leaned against a bonsai tree.
As the little bonsai tree made contact with the Fairy’s body, it twisted grotesquely with a sound, the surface drying up and cracking.
—But I can’t keep granting your whims, so I might need a slight price from now on? Just a little bit.
Withered leaves fell around the Fairy.
—Still, I’m a good Fairy, so it should be just a tiny price!
The Fairy smiled sweetly.
“Wha?”
Pastel felt that the Fairy was saying something earnestly, but something more eye-catching caught her attention.
She pointed at the withered bonsai tree.
“This is the hotel’s pot…”
If it gets ruined, she’d have to compensate.
—Oh?
The Fairy turned around to look at the bonsai behind her. All the leaves had fallen off, and the tree twisted grotesquely.
—S-sorry. Is this expensive?
The Fairy looked at the tree in panic. Her small hands fidgeted with the withered wood for a while before stopping.
—What should I do…? It’s dead.
The bonsai tree (expensive) is deceased.
“Aaaaah! From what I know, it’s worth as much as a small country house!”
—Really?!
The Fairy was shocked at the price, more than her own worth.
Pastel, with a sullen face, approached the bonsai. When she carefully touched a branch that had lost all its leaves, it broke off weakly.
Uh-oh, this is bad.
The compensation would be a million times more expensive than the hotel costs.
Her pink eyes, devoid of spirit, looked down at the Fairy.
“Fairy, is there any way to revive a plant friend as a wish?”
—Reviving the dead is usually very hard, and there’s not much difference between animals and plants…
Uh-oh.
The Fairy shrank back, avoiding her gaze.
Pastel’s head drooped.
“I’m fine. There are things like this in life. I’ll compensate since I have the money.”
Starting today, her empty wallet meant for snacks (managed by the Demon Lord) would become even emptier.
—Ah…
The Fairy silently broke into a cold sweat.
Since it wasn’t intentional, Pastel tried to change the subject for the Fairy’s sake.
“By the way, what were we talking about? You mentioned something about the price for wishes or something.”
The Fairy’s eyes rolled for a moment.
Then, she looked bewildered.
—Huh? What price?
Total shock.
—A good Fairy doesn’t ask for a price to grant wishes?! Did I hear you wrong?
“Really?!”
It seems I misunderstood!
After all, the good Fairy wouldn’t ask for a price!
Yay!
Good Fairy for the win!
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