Chapter 486.1, The Principles of a Philosopher Scenes 1, 2 (Split Part 1/6)

Chapter 486.1, The Principles of a Philosopher Scenes 1, 2 (Split Part 1/6)

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The streets stretched on, flanked by lush greenery and flourishing crops.

In the bustling central district of the Holy Demon Kingdom, a man and a woman materialized from a gigantic Teleportation Spell Circle, the area of which was also known as the Central Gate. They surveyed their surroundings, overwhelmed by the vibrant scene around them.

“Oh-ho, so this is the Holy Demon Kingdom ruled by the Devil King...!” the man murmured in admiration, his eyes sparkling with wonder.

Beside him, the woman gaped in astonishment, letting out a breathy exclamation.

“Aye, aye... This actually IS incredible.”

Behind them, the Teleportation magic was invoked once more, revealing a young girl.

She had heterochromatic eyes — one blue and one gray — and her golden hair was streaked with silver. The girl darted towards the woman, clutching at her skirt.

The woman placed a hand on the girl’s head and smiled.

“Mm-hm, very good! You made it all by yourself! All right, let’s head to the Devil King’s Royal Castle!”

The girl looked around, her wide eyes brimming with curiosity at everything she saw — the new sights, foods, and culture.

Suddenly, she spotted a particularly eye-catching shop. The man noticed her gaze and gently nudged the woman.

“Looks like Patty is interested in something,” he said.

“Hmm? Hmm... Hmm? Aha! That’s the Devil King’s Lunch! Boy, it sure takes me back! It’s been eleven years, hasn’t it? “

“Has it really been that long since that... stew incident?”

“Up, it sure has! I mean, think about it — our little Patty is already ten years old.”

The woman, smiling nostalgically, gazed at the bento shop.

Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she clapped her hands.

“What is it, Mel? You’re not planning something strange, are you?” the man asked.

“As expected of my hubby! You know me so well, Gaspard!”

“...So it IS something strange...”

“Meh, it’s fine! Just hand over your wallet!”

“My wallet? I don’t mind, but why...?”

Melchi snatched Gaspard’s wallet and handed it to Patty.

“U-uh... Mel?”

“Patty, go explore the Holy Demon Kingdom! Don’t waste the money — but feel free to spend on anything that catches your interest! Even if you spend it all, that’s fine!”

“It’s my money, though...” Gaspard muttered.

“Ehh, it’s fine, it’s fine! Think of it as an investment in the future, eh?” Melchi said cheerfully, slapping Gaspard’s back.

Relenting, Gaspard knelt in front of Patty.

He placed a reassuring hand on the reluctant Patty’s head and spoke softly,

“Mel has given her permission. Go on and explore.”

This was also, unmistakably, his permission as her father.

Patty’s heart raced with excitement. She nodded eagerly at her parents’ encouragement and then trotted off.

“Patty! Remember to check in with a Telepathic Call later!”

Melchi called after her, waving energetically as Patty disappeared into the crowd, waving back.

Gaspard watched her with a worried expression. Melchi glanced at him, exasperated.

“You’re such a doting father.”

“Isn’t it normal to be concerned?”

“Concerned? For the girl who grew up in the monster-infested Far East Wasteland? That’s a bit too much, eh?”

“Humans can be scarier than monsters, you know.”

“Nahahaha! True! But here in the Holy Demon Kingdom, we have nothing to worry about! You felt the same, which is why you let her go, right?”

“...Right,” Gaspard admitted, exhaling sharply through his nose.

Then he shrugged, acknowledging that Melchi had seen through him completely. Lowering his eyes, he turned his steps towards the Devil King’s Royal Castle.

“Now, remember that we’ve been summoned by the Devil King. Let’s go.”

“And let’s pester Ash while we’re at it!”

“The Devil King has quite the troublesome senior apprentice...”

“NAHAHAHA!”

The two disappeared into the throng of people.

Yet, their spirited laughter marked their presence long after they were out of sight.

“”Understood! Lala, one Baka-Yaki!””

“One Baka-Yaki, coming right up!”

As they started cooking, Patty watched them intently, her feet swinging with excitement.

From the seat next to her, she heard a conversation.

“Bruce Baka-Yaki, huh? That’s a good choice.”

“I prefer the Betty Munaita, though.”

“Isn’t that just a steak, though?”

“The side vegetables are amazing!”

“Yeah, that’s true... Oh, look at the time. Lala, the check, please!”

“Got it! Here you go — Idéa, Midors! Take this to Dad’s counter!”

“All right. Thanks for the meal.”

“See you later!”

Idéa and Midors took the bill from Lala and went to the owner’s counter to pay it, and then they left.

Two men entered as the two disappeared into the crowd.

“Excuse us.”

“Pardon our intrusion, Mister Tzar.”

Tzar turned around, and upon seeing who had come in, he sighed.

One was a man not much taller than Lala, and the other had blue hair.

“”Aren’t you two supposed to be at your posts?””

“Well, Sir Hornel invited me, you see~~”

“Actually, no, didn’t you invite me, Sir Barun?”

“The Commander of the Magic Guardians Brigade and the head of the Northern Alliance, neglecting their duties... It is quite troubling.””

Barun only grinned sheepishly in response.

Hornel, however, was different. He puffed his cheeks and pouted.

“Oh, come on... Surely we’re allowed to spend the lunch break wherever we please,” he muttered.

“No crossing borders during lunch breaks,” came a firm voice from behind, cutting him off.

Recognizing the voice, Hornel stiffened and turned around, trembling.

“C-Captain Jeanne...”

“How many times must I ask you to call me just Jeanne?”

“R-right. Of course, Jeanne... Ahem. So what brings you here?”

“I am here to fetch you, SIR Hornel — That is my official reason.”

“Oh come on! Can’t I have a little fun once in a while?”

“Even a short break can endanger the state. Now, let us head back immediately.”

Watching this exchange, Barun grinned and said, “Tough luck, my man.”

“And what exactly is so amusing, Sir Barun?” came a sultry female voice.

Barun froze and slowly turned around, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Gah–!? Miss Minerva, why are you here too?”

“I told you today’s meeting was postponed by an hour, did I not?”

“Yes, that’s why I left Ricky in charge...!”

“And it was Ricky who sold you out.”

“Gah–!?”

“It seems I need to remind you of your responsibilities as my apprentice before considering your role as a leader...”

“You hear that, Hornel? Be responsible! Let’s go!”

“”AHH!?””

Minerva proceeded to pull Barun’s ear, and Jeanne did the same to Hornel.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!”

“But I haven’t even eaten yet!”

Their protests and cries of pain echoed through Diarmuid Kitchen as the four of them disappeared from sight.

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