60. Myths of Old

60. Myths of Old

The girl looked back to the pair, who were staring down at her. “You dare stand while I sit?”

Adam looked to Jurot, exchanging a quick glance, before looking back at the girl.

“Yeah,” Adam said.

“Yes,” Jurot said, at the same time.

“How dare you.”

“Is that how you should speak to your saviours?” Adam asked.

“Oh? You two sure are cocky! To think you would dare to say I needed saving!” She huffed.

“You did,” Adam said.

“The spider would have consumed you if we had not arrived,” Jurot added.

“I was merely napping! You think some measly spider could defeat the great me?” She tried to hop onto her feet, but found that she didn’t have as much strength as she expected, and so, as regally as she could manage, scrambled to her feet.

‘She must be some rich kid,’ Adam thought. He wondered how the demon’s society was. ‘Do they even have rich kids? What if she’s the Demon Lord’s kid?’ He stared down at her, his gaze now curious.

“You two should kneel before me at once!”

“No thanks,” Adam replied.

“You! You dare to refute the Demon Lord?”

Adam coughed. “Excuse me?”

“Hmph! If it wasn’t for the fact I had to spend all my energy against that bastard, I would have spanked you at once!” She grit her teeth. “That bastard Hero and his companions...” She clenched her fists together and shook them above her head. “Just you bastards wait! Once I find a way back to my world, I’ll beat your asses!””

“So you lost against the hero?” Adam asked.

“If they weren’t cowards and had outnumbered me four to one, I would have beaten them! They speak about justice, but they still didn’t fight me one on one!” She clicked her teeth with her tongue.

‘This girl is utterly delusional,’ Adam thought. ‘Thinking she was transmigrated to another...’

“Are you okay, little girl?” Jurot asked, reaching down to rub her head. “You must have hurt your head.”

“Get your stinkin’ paws off me you dirty ape! I’m not a little girl, I’m the Demon Lord!” She slapped his hands off of her.

“I think she hurt her head,” Jurot said, glancing to Adam, whose eyes were narrowed at the girl.

“No,” Adam said, eyeing her up. “She might really be the Demon Lord.”

Jurot turned to Adam, blinking at him. “Did you hurt your head?”

“What’s your name?” Adam asked.

“You may refer to me as Empress Lucy!” She placed her hands on her sides, confidently. “If you think I’ll fall for that trick, you underestimate me.”

“What trick?”

“The trick where I tell you my real name.”

“What’s wrong with your real name?”

“It’s...” Her face scrunched up like she bit into a lemon. “I won’t tell you.”

Adam squinted his eyes. ‘A demon named Lucy?’ “I feel like I could take a guess, though you aren’t quite the same race.”

“Hah! You wish you knew my name!” She smirked smugly.

Adam raised his brows. “Do you want to try me, kid?”

“Call me kid one more time, I dare you.”

“You need to chill, Lucifer, otherwise-“ Adam stopped, only to see Lucy cringe visibly at hearing the name.

“That... d-definitely is not it! Not it! Definitely not!” She scrunched up her face at him, trying to not die from the cringe of hearing her full name. ‘How does he know? Only my parents knew what my name was.’

‘That’s atrocious,’ Adam thought, shaking his head. ‘It’s the name of the devil, not a demon. Why is the mythology in these worlds all mixed up? What kind of terrible lore is this? Someone fucked up in world building.’

“Anyway!” Lucy quickly cut the air in front of her, trying to forget she had heard her real name. “You aren’t allowed to say it! Though, it, definitely, no, not my real name!”

"They do?' Adam asked, having not seen or heard of orcs or devilkin in the Rot family.

Jurot simply nodded. “They are cousins of mine, the same as Nirot and Turot.”

"Hmph." The tiny Demon Lord turned away from him, not willing to be let herself be coerced by such words.

"I can guarantee that the Iyr is great,” Adam said.

She ignored him, done with the matter.

“Anyway,” Adam said, clearing his throat. “What are your plans?"

Lucy glanced back his way. “I will find my demons and take my role as the Demon Lord, of course!”

“The demons in this world will be different than those you know,” Adam said. ‘Or, perhaps not? Jurot pretty much spotted she was a demon right away...’

“Yes? So?” Lucy tilted her head.

“So instead of being a Demon Lord and constantly fighting for a bunch of people you don’t know, why don’t you first learn about the world and... relax?”

"Huh?" Lucy raised her brow. ‘A Demon Lord, relaxing? Is that allowed?’

"I mean, you no longer have an army at your disposal, or any Generals, and there’s no real point, is there?” Adam shrugged his shoulders.

"Well...” The tiny Demon Lord rubbed her chin, squinting her eyes as she fell deep into thought. ‘He does make a good point...’

"Plus, you must be really weak right now." Adam had started off barely being able to survive against a boar, though at his level, he was sure he’d be able to handle one with ease.

"Did you just call me weak?” Lucy gasped. “I'm strong! I can take the pair of you right now!"

"Don't kid yourself,” Adam said, staring at her with a raised brow.

“It will only get you killed,” Jurot said. “You are in no position to fight.”

"Tch,” Lucy grumbled. “Well, it’s not like you’re completely wrong...” Lucy understood she wasn’t in a position to fight, she wouldn’t even beat the pair of these brats, nevermind anyone meaning to kill her. She sighed. ‘If only you were here...’

Adam stared at her. She must have been so lonely by herself. ‘How she managed to survive so long without help is beyond me, but I really can’t leave her be.’ He tapped his arm gently as he thought.

Lucy’s lower lip trembled as she lost herself in thought.

“How about you come with us?” Adam offered. “The Iyr should probably hear about your story.”

“Hmm...” Lucy stared at the half elf, and then to Jurot. “Wait! Are you both enamoured by my good looks? You fiends!” She covered herself up with her arms, even though she had nothing to hide.

Adam’s brow pulsed and he flicked her forehead. “You look like you’re a ten year old, kid! If you make another joke like that, I’ll spank you!”

“What? I knew it! You just wanted an excuse to touch my butt!” She pointed an accusatory finger at Adam.

His brow pulsed a little harder and he rolled up a sleeve. “Jurot, grab her.”

Spell: Guidance

1D3 = 2 (2)

Intimidation

10 + 4 + 2 = 16

“Get your stinkin’ paws off me you dirty ape!” Lucy cried aloud as Jurot grabbed her. "Wait! Stop! S-stop!"

Adam clenched his fist, and glared down at her. “Are you done messing around?" He wasn’t feeling particularly glad he was threatening a young girl, but she was a Demon Lord, so she’d be able to handle some threat.

Lucy felt Jurot’s strong grip around her. ‘How is this guy so damn strong?’ “Y-yeah...”

"Good."

Lucy glared at the pair of them, with Jurot eventually letting her go, seeing as they weren’t fighting any longer.

Silence filled the air, and the tension between them rose. Lucy was glancing between the pair, wondering if she could dart away when they weren’t paying attention.

“You’re lucky I’m-“ Her stomach growled, causing her to flush. “That wasn’t what you think it was.”

“So it was a fart?” Adam asked.

Lucy drop kicked him, or at least, she tried to drop kick him. As she leapt up, she stumbled backwards, and landed on her bottom, letting out another noise from another orifice.

She turned completely red. ‘Kill me now!’

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The title if this was a Japanese light novel: I Was Reincarnated Once Again Into a Fantasy World Where I Decided to Raise an Adopted Sister and the Ten Year Old Demon Lord Who Wants Me to Be Her General, but I Just Want to Live a Slice of Life Adventure With Dice Rolls!