Chapter 11.1

Cronaea-san stared at me, as if she was trying to figure out my worth, while she was still stuck to the ceiling.

Her gaze resembles her skin, which seemed to stick when it touched something.

Her face and light blue fluffy hair look as good as the excellent maids who pay attention to the appearance of the duke’s house. It’s upside down, though.

However, she is naked from the neck down, so although I am not sure about the beauty and ugliness of the demon tribe, I do not know how I should evaluate her.

I wonder if this is what most demon women look like.

I don’t think it is normal for them to be completely naked, because Gilbert-sama said, “I don’t know if she’s wearing clothes or not,” so I’m sure there is a concept of clothing.

I don’t mind if Cronaea-san looks at me.

Dressed in foam-soaked wet clothes, I shine like a waterside goddess, so I can understand why she would want to take a closer look.

But I am busy, so if she just wants to look at me, then she has to move out of my way for the moment.

She is making it difficult for me to do my job as the cleaning lady.

She is sticking from the ceiling into the middle of the aisle, and she is just in the way.

In addition, the dripping mucus is beginning to destroy my bubbly paradise.

“Don’t feel bad, just go back to the land of the humans. I don’t know what that bloody Clive was thinking, but he’s annoying me. Gilbert-sama is deeply distressed by the quiet demise of the demon tribe, so please don’t add to his troubles.”

It seems that I am being blamed.

In other words, Cronea is afraid that Gilbert-sama will be taken away from her, so she is going out of her way to come to me and spread her mucus all over me. How annoying.

Ms. Cronaea says that Gilbert-sama is heartbroken at the current state of the dying demon tribe.

I don’t think this is the true feelings of a man who had been complaining that he didn’t want to be with a demon woman, but I’m a forgiving person, so I’ll just leave it at that.

It is probably not in everyone’s best interest to delve too deeply into the matter.

There are some things in this world that are better left alone. Those who stand above others have to know that, and I stand above others, so I know what I am talking about.

For now, I decided to start with the obvious.

I really wanted to point out the mucus, but maybe Cronaea has no control over it.

Blaming physical defects is what the barbaric do.

“Clive the Bad Eater, Clive the Bloody. I can’t remember  what he was called now, because he was called so before the Great War. He’s still out there in the world of men, doing his best imitation of the servant of the duke you were born into, anyway. It’s a good punishment for a great sinner. I can only imagine how he must be mourning his situation.”

The Clive I know is the Clive who mixes the ingredients for starry sky jelly for me with a twinkle in his eye and dances the dance of “My Lady’s Precious” at least once a day, so I don’t think he is mourning or suffering.

“I don’t think he is mourning or suffering, although he has never shown it to me.”

In any case, it was the past that was bloody. The important thing is the present Clive, so I decided that I didn’t have to ask in detail.

“I’m sure there must be some kind of motive for sending you here. You poor human girl, you are being used. The demons hate humans in the first place. Gilbert doesn’t want a human being in his sight, that’s why he put you in this dank basement. Why are you so carefree about  cleaning up? Go away, human.”

“So you’re telling me that Cronaea-san came to check up on me because she’s worried about me?”

“No, of course not. I came to tell you that you are an eyesore!”

Cronaea is apparently angry.

But more than that, I feel a sense of déjà vu in this situation.

In this situation, I was unilaterally denounced as an alien existence in the demon world.

I wonder if this was me and Cynthia once, in this same situation.

Well, I never told Cynthia that she was an “eyesore” or that she should “get out of the school,” so to say that it’s the same situation is wrong. I wanted Ms. Cynthia to understand her position and I was encouraging her to grow.

Cronaea-san is different because she only came to express her feelings to me.

What in the world is the point of going out of your way to visit me, whom you dislike, to tell me that you dislike me?

It would be much more meaningful to tell the one I like that I like her.

I think that if Cronaea-san has time to be bothered with me, she should go to Mr. Gilbert and tell him how much she loves him.

I stirred the squelched bubbles, wondering.

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