Puff puff puff.
What wish should I make?
Of course, it’s to challenge the world’s greatest wealth and power once again…!
Wait, thinking about it, that’s not it.
Right now, it’s more important to get the mouth of the captured demon person to open!
Pastel tapped her cheeks. It felt like her quick and constructive thinking was coming back.
“Have you thought of all your wishes?”
The fairy sitting on the pot swung her legs.
“Yes!”
Pastel clenched her hands tightly.
“I want to wish for everything I can possibly wish for with unlimited wishes right now!”
Huh?
Now that I think about it, does that seem unrelated to the demon person?
No, no!
Upon reconsideration, I can just wish for everything I want!
Please give me this and that!
Wow, I’m totally super ultra smart.
“Huh? Huh? Well, it’s not unlimited…”
The fairy was flustered. Then she rolled her eyes and suddenly looked confident.
“I forgot the condition for the wish!”
“Huh?”
“Don’t tell me you thought that if you just casually made a wish, it would be granted?”
Shock.
“Wasn’t it like that?! You said it was possible to achieve immortality as long as there’s a budget and time!”
“Impossible!”
The fairy crossed her arms, looking serious.
“Normally, the heart of the one wishing is important! No matter how great I am as a fairy, if your desire is lacking, it can’t help but fail!”
Somehow, that makes sense.
If I’m going to wish, it’s basic common sense to offer a sincere prayer every single morning.
This is a different level of sincerity than just calling a fairy for a simple wish.
But, but.
The smartest Pastel could also think about the dark truth.
“Are you just making up the requirements now, Fairy?”
The pink-eyed fairy glared suspiciously.
“You think if I find it hard to grant a wish because you might wish for something immense, I’d just make some excuse about your lack of sincerity if I tried?”
Totally smart deduction.
Silence fell.
The fairy maintained her serious expression and was silent for a moment.
Then she shook her head as if she just heard something shocking.
“No, no? My reasoning is correct!”
The pink eyes widened in surprise.
Huh, maybe it’s not so.
Looks like I thought wrong.
“Ugh. Got it. I guess sincerity is indeed necessary. I’ll pray with all my heart!”
“Good understanding! Now, give it a try!”
Pastel squeezed her eyes shut and clasped her hands.
Sincere prayer…!
“Please let the demon person Nathaniel open his mouth. I want him to acknowledge the truth that he’s connected to the cult without any way out. And please give me a chance to catch the radicals. Additionally, it would be great if you could give me a one-stop service to wipe out the cult at once, but I’d prefer it if you’d do it all in one go to avoid hassle.”
And then.
As she thought of the world’s greatest wealth and power, she snapped back to reality and finished her wish.
Opening her eyes, the fairy looked dumbfounded.
“Wow, so full of desire.”
“That can’t be!”
“Well, whatever. I don’t know about the one-stop service, but the rest doesn’t seem impossible at all! Let’s try them one by one.”
Heart racing.
The fairy closed her eyes and clasped her hands.
“God! Please let this girl’s demon Nathaniel open his mouth—”
With that, a bolt of lightning struck from the clear sky.
Huh?
“What is happening?”
The fairy looked bewildered.
Pastel rushed to the terrace railing to look down.
A passing old man had been struck by lightning and collapsed. Smoke was rising from his suit.
“What?! Are you okay?!”
Pastel was about to jump down but hesitated. The height was dizzying.
Then she spotted a wall decoration of the hotel and quickly descended by hopping from one to the other until her feet touched the ground.
“Phew!”
These days, I’ve let others do the fighting, but I’m surprisingly good at sports!
Pastel rushed over.
“Are you okay?!”
Supporting him, the surprisingly uninjured old man groaned in a voice that sounded on the verge of fainting.
“I fainted without being able to tell the cult to stop messing with the missing Nathaniel…”
Faint.
Huh.
The pink-eyed fairy’s eyes widened.
“You’re amazing, Fairy!”
I’m going to live with the fairy for the rest of my life!
Looking around to see if there were any passersby, the panicking fairy exclaimed.
“Huh? Huh? I haven’t wished yet?”
Huh?
“Weren’t you the one who granted it?”
Now that I think about it, the fairy hadn’t even finished her sentence.
“Huh?”
Then why did this old man get hit by lightning?
The fairy tilted her head.
“Something’s weird? I didn’t finish wishing but felt like the gods responded. As if someone else made a wish…”
Huh?
The fairy’s eyes suddenly grew wide.
“Don’t tell me this is—!”
Her gaze shifted to Pastel.
The fairy gasped.
“My subconscious made a wish?!”
Wow, so that’s how it was!
“Without even being aware, you granted my wish! This kind of thing could only happen if my soul power significantly strengthened?!”
The fairy looked in shock at her trembling hands.
“Can I really do something like this?!”
The fairy swallowed nervously.
“Am I really a fairy that grants wishes…?!”
Wow!
The pink eyes twinkled.
The fairy swiftly became proud.
Her shoulders puffed up.
With an arrogant expression, she pointed a finger.
“Since I’m such a great fairy, you better start listening to me from now on!”
“Yes!”
You’re amazing, Fairy!
Pastel moved the unconscious old man into the hotel room. A knight member looked surprised but first checked the old man’s health.
“It seems he just fainted. For someone of semi-knight level, to faint like this without any injuries is pretty amazing. How did this even happen?”
“It struck out of nowhere.”
“Excuse me?”
Then suddenly, intense hunger struck, and she devoured a whole gem.
Leonard approached her.
“Who is that?”
Munch munch gulp.
“I dunno!”
A bewildered stare.
Puff puff puff.
“But it was a plan in the great Governor Pastel’s head!”
It’s true!
Pastel received earplugs from the knight member. Making a sinister face, she puffed up and stuck them into the old man’s ears.
She hoisted the old man up and headed towards a corner room.
When she opened the door, a mackerel smell hit her. The ever-silent patriot Nathaniel was tied firmly to a pillar.
He glared ferociously.
“I have nothing to say to Craft, so give up!”
“Aha! Really, is that so?”
Pastel became confident.
She cleared off the table, gently laid the old man down under a soft blanket.
Nathaniel’s eyes widened.
“What! Why is the old man here?!”
“Puff puff puff!”
Pastel just grinned wickedly.
“What did you do to my grandpa! He’s usually very strong, so what kind of torturous things did you do to him?!”
She cupped her hand to her ear.
“Curious? Curious?”
Pink lips whispered wickedly.
“This and that happened.”
Nathaniel’s eyes bulged.
“What!? This and that…!”
His imagination began to run wild.
“You! I won’t forgive you!”
Nathaniel struggled intensely.
But unlike his fierce words, his strength seemed lacking, and the ropes didn’t budge at all.
“Haha!”
Pastel felt the thrill of power and shivered.
This actually suits me surprisingly well.
“Can you really speak so impudently?”
The corners of her mouth lifted, and a smile came naturally.
She pointed at the old man.
“You might end up like this.”
Nathaniel’s eyes went wide.
“Like this…!”
Pastel leisurely walked around the room with her hands behind her head. The pink eyes showed indifferent disinterest as if she didn’t care about a tiny little fish like him.
“Now confess. The game is over.”
“You…!”
Pastel sat on the sofa, crossing her legs.
The freed Nathaniel crossed his arms and gazed fiercely.
“The king will punish you for your crime someday.”
“Well, I don’t think the king, who is ultimately corrupt like you, should be saying that.”
With a flick of her finger, the knight member placed a confession letter on the table. Pastel pressed down on the confession letter and slid it across to Nathaniel.
“It’s nothing big. I’ve already figured out you connect to the cult. Originally, showing up with a bird of the cult at the conference room itself was undeniable proof.”
Nathaniel scoffed.
“That’s our family pet.”
“Huh? That’s nonsense.”
Pastel shook her head.
“The cult committed murder before my eyes, an ambassador who had received the Emperor’s permission. All you cult members have to take responsibility. You’re not trying to start a war with the Empire right now, are you?”
With his lips tightly sealed, Nathaniel stared through the confession letter. Then a forced smirk appeared on his face.
“I don’t wanna.”
“Huh?”
Nathaniel swallowed and turned to look at the old man reclining on the sofa. Then he squinted at Pastel.
“Go ahead, and try to threaten me! If the parliament falls to traitors, then I’d rather die here! I hope the old man thinks the same!”
Ahh!
The conversation isn’t working!
Someone change this good vs. evil dynamic!
Pastel felt confused as to why this demon was a bad collaborator of the cult but emotionally, he seemed to be on the side of justice.
She screeched.
“Just accept that you’re the bad guy! Someone got slaughtered in front of a vulnerable girl and she fainted from shock!”
And that girl is me…!
“I won’t! You think I’ll do something nice for an old man like you? Curses upon you!”
“Ooooh!”
“If you keep that up, I’ll really, really, REALLY transform into Craft mode! Like a real, real, REAL wicked evil mastermind!”
“I don’t care!”
Nathaniel flipped her off.
“Wow?! This is the first time I’ve ever been insulted…!”
“Yahhhh!”
“I’m a demon!”
That person is a bad person!
Please punish him!
Pastel, who had left the demon lord behind to play pretend, was close to tears.
“Gah.”
A groan came from the sofa.
Chaos ceased.
The old man pressed at his temples and let out a breath, raising his body. His gaze fell upon the striking pink-haired girl.
“Oh, I see you saved me. I remember seeing you right before I was struck by lightning. Thank you.”
The old man bowed his head.
“Ah, yes!”
Pastel bowed back.
“Thank you too!”
“What? Who saved me?”
Nathaniel suddenly panicked.
The old man jumped and turned abruptly.
“You, young master?! Where have you been?! Were you in a gambling den again?! I can’t express how much I’ve searched for you?!”
“Uh, I was…”
Nathaniel stumbled over his words.
“More importantly, what do you mean I was saved?”
Huh?
Huh?
“Wow.”
After coming to this realization, Pastel covered her mouth with both hands, her expression shocked.
“You two know each other?!”
I had no idea!
The old man seemed to calm down.
“Ahem! How rude of me.”
His gaze settled upon the pink hair.
“Are you the Governor Craft who visited this time?”
“Yes!”
The old man bowed his head.
“I don’t know how my young master has come to know you, but if he has been rude, I apologize on his behalf.”
“No, old man! What did I do?!”
“Oh, it’s fine!”
Pastel laughed and waved her hands.
“You’ve been worried since Nathaniel went missing, right?”
Ugghh.
What a pity!
But don’t worry!
I can fix that from now on!
“This is fate, so I might be able to tell you about the top-secret mission Nathaniel had to act missing for!”
“What do you mean acting missing?”
Nathaniel looked puzzled.
Wow, such incredible acting skills to hide top-secret information to the end!
Pastel took on a serious commander-like expression.
“Actually, Nathaniel was ordered by Princess Elly to carry out a joint secret operation between the United Kingdom and the Empire! The purpose was to eradicate the roots of the cult that seeks to invade the Demon Realm! As the situation gradually matured, it was time to begin the secret operation, and he had to act missing to correspond with my visit!”
“Is that true?!”
The old man’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Of course! As a patriot, it’s only natural to crush the hidden forces eating away at the United Kingdom! The times he visited the gambling den were just for alibis and proper reputation management, you see! He couldn’t just be found gambling around aimlessly!”
Huh, that’s how it was.
“Young master…!”
Tears brimmed the old man’s eyes.
“Huh? Huh?”
Nathaniel’s hand was caught.
“I see! The fact that after pledging your great patriotism, you even threatened the gambling den and lost the mansion as collateral must have all been part of your mission management! I’ve scolded you without knowing…!”
Tears fell.
“You were acting for the country, not just some gambling party!”
His eyes were filled with admiration as he gazed at Nathaniel.
“Please forgive me! I couldn’t realize how wonderful you’ve grown, and this caretaker has no regrets even if I die now!”
“Huh?”
Nathaniel was bewildered.
The gaze awkwardly shifted to Pastel.
Pastel merely chuckled innocently.
Having pledged the mansion for a gambling den, hanging out with bad people, temporarily working as a messenger for radicals, and being locked up until now, all the while making his caretaker cry.
VS
Who knew it was all just an act for the country, becoming a secret agent?
Nathaniel broke into a cold sweat.
Hehehe.
Not knowing what to choose, naive Pastel was confused.
“Younger master…?”
Nathaniel quickly smiled.
“Oh yeah! Of course!”
His thumb shot up.
“Yeah! I was a secret agent!”
Wow, that’s how it was!
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