Volume 8 - CH 2.8

Part 8

The next morning──

The dinning hall of the 《Relief》 Inn.

Diablo’s group took a somewhat late breakfast.

At a four-person table, Rem was on the right side, and Shera was on the left side. On the opposite side sat Krum and Edelgart.

With her right in between Shera and Edelgart, it took the form of them looking after Krum.

It was the usual bread, sausage, and soup that they had, but the taste of the 《Relief Inn》 that they hadn’t had in a long time felt strangely delicious.

It felt as if they had returned back home.

Beyond the entrance of the dining hall, the inn’s front desk was there. From there, the poster girl Mei’s small scream of 「Hii!?」 could be heard.

Diablo turned that way.

「Did an insect appear or something?」

「……Mei-chan doesn’t seem like she would be surprised with something of that level though.」

Rem tilted her head.

Incidentally, this Rem was courteous in her speech, but there were many times where she would purposely address people without an honorific. The Adventurer’s Guild Guildmaster Sylvie, the head of the Magician’s Guild Celestine, the High Chief Priest Lumachina. And she even did it with Diablo.

She would not obey anyone──as if it were the embodiment of her pride of that.

However, only with Mei did she lose to her persistent demand of calling her “Mei-chan”.

Shera also turned her gaze to the dining hall entrance.

「Hii!?」

Her wooden spoon fell from her hand as she raised a scream. Wondering what was going on, Krum and Edelgart also chased after her gaze.

A stern man not appropriate for the dining hall had come in. He wore a military uniform, and a single blade sword hung on his waist.

Diablo instinctively half rose to his feet.

In order to hide his agitation, he cracked a joke.

「Kukuku……Is that alright? When a public character uses a dining hall in a uniform, it seems that complaints will come from virtuous citizens, you know?」

「Are you having breakfast this late? Adventurers really do live slovenly lives.」

The one that appeared was the Feudal Lord of the Fortress City Faltra, Chester Ray Galford.

He was accompanied by two Local Knights as his escort.

「No matter who they are, those that hinder Maou’s meals, they will be given destruction -noda.」

It was an immediate reply.

Going *hmph*, Galford’s mouth loosened and he left.

Withdraw──That is the order he gave to his subordinates.

Not just the two Local Knights that accompanied him, there was most likely a great number of subordinates that surrounded the inn.

When Galford left the inn, the thing that was like a feeling of oppression vanished.