I was accidentally injured by God and I just want to be an ordinary person

Besides, I think it's necessary to set up a branch at this stage. The team training deep in the underground tower is already taking shape. Even if we split up some personnel, we can set up an organization dedicated to providing protection for other caravans. With the weapons that Master Phil gave us before he left, we'll be able to fight even mithril-level monsters, not to mention ordinary bandits. It's you, Coco, who's making a fuss."

"But how do you explain your clothes? Even if the image of the president is part of the guild's image, you shouldn't have to shower and change clothes every day, right? Do you know how troublesome it is to boil and draw water? And since your spare clothes are expensive, they have to be washed separately. Isn't this all avoidable?"

The sound in the room paused for a moment, and Ella, who was eavesdropping at the door, pricked up her ears.

"...Of course, there's a reason for this, and the money I spent is my share of the profits. I don't need Coco to meddle in my business."

"I know it's your share, but there's no need to put so much effort into it. And what's Lintrina's reasoning? It's not just aristocratic pride... We're not nobles anymore."

The people in the Chamber of Commerce are all girls who were kidnapped by bandits in the maze. Except for the adventurers, the rest are noble girls who were taken hostage. Due to the dignity of the nobility, these girls have been abandoned by their families.

"You actually asked me the reason? I can tell you openly that I am doing this to welcome Master Phil, who may arrive at any moment. In order to meet all of Master Phil's requests, daily cleaning is necessary."

"...That's definitely just wishful thinking on your part, right? I know you've grown to dislike men because of those bastards in the underground tower, but you wouldn't go so far as to consider Entarosviel-sama as a romantic partner. It's definitely a dead end, you know?"

"W-What do you mean by wishful thinking? Master Fii gave me such a precious staff. He must have thought I was worthy enough to deserve it!"

Perhaps because she was angry and embarrassed, Lintelina's voice was loud enough to deafen Ella's ears. Ella really couldn't imagine that the owner of the voice was Lintelina. You know, when Lintelina appeared in front of her before, she looked like an absolute lady.

"But from what they've been saying... I mean, Lintlina has some special feelings for me—no, for Ntarosfil, right? Is this a suspension bridge effect? ​​It's understandable that someone would develop feelings of love after being rescued in that situation. They'll probably fade over time."

Ella couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart. Unlike Mitis, she could not accept Lintelina's feelings no matter what, because it was definitely not pure emotion. It was just to repay her, or it was something that was interfered with by other external factors.

After listening to the conversation for a while, Ella sighed and gave up her initial idea of ​​going in to take a look. Now it seems that the Chamber of Commerce has been put on the right track and entered a period of strong development. There is no need for her to intervene. Although Lintelina's approach is a bit extreme, it will not affect others for the time being. It seems okay to let the assistant named Coco complain.

"Ah~ah, I feel like I've done something remarkable."

"Who?"

"That voice must be Phil-sama!"

"Oh, no—[Advanced Teleport]."

After being discovered by Lintelina and others in the house, Ella immediately opened the terrain search and returned to the room on Youyou Island.

Lotte, who was cleaning the room, said in a surprised tone, "Perhaps she didn't expect me to come back so soon."

"Ms. Ella, are you finished?"

"Yeah, it's all right now. Now I'll change back to, well, no, not the magic caster role."

Ella, who has an elf appearance, scratched her head in distress. This happened occasionally recently. When switching professions in her mind, she slid the menu too quickly, so she accidentally clicked on other characters and wasted a second or two.

Dude, dunk, dunk.

"Lord Ella, I have something to tell you."

"Ah, is that Grace? Wait a minute—"

Before Ella could finish her words, Grace, dressed as a swordsman, walked into the room.

Chapter 69: The Idiots Who Caused the Riot

*创世纪6187年8月23日 下午12:17分 灾厄之枝王城

It was noon, and Grace, who had just left Baron Gamar's house, was walking along the corridor of the Royal City Restaurant.

Even the dining room used by ordinary servants was cleaned spotlessly, and the corridor reflecting the sunlight was like a mirror, so bright that it was impossible to open your eyes.

Normally, a restaurant shouldn't be a place that requires constant cleanliness. When walking with plates in hand, some soup will spill or some vegetable leaves will accidentally fall to the ground. But since the new Demon King Ella often comes here to eat, people in the restaurant have unconsciously developed a sense of ritual when entering and leaving, as if they were attending a ball for upper-class nobles, and even their words have become exceptionally polite.

That's why the corridor is so clean now. It is cleaned every five minutes and there is not much garbage in the first place, so it is natural that it is spotless.

Thinking of this, Grace stopped and pricked up his ears, beginning to catch the sounds coming from the restaurant not far ahead from the air - a mixture of whispers and conversations. It seemed that His Majesty the Demon King was not here. Grace couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. To be honest, he was a little afraid to see Ella now.

"Hey, Grace, it's rare to see you at noon. Is there something special going on with the Demon King?"

Someone patted her on the back. Grace knew who it was without even looking - it must have been the knight Pace who was on guard in the corridor. He should have just finished his shift and come here for lunch. This guy often tried to get close to her in order to get information about the Demon King from her.

Grace looked at Pace, who was half a head shorter than her and was obviously a funny guy, and patted the sword at her waist in a relaxed manner.

"The Demon King is still on Yoyo Island. He felt there was nothing for me to do there, so he sent me back this morning."

"That's truly unfortunate. If I were you, I'd stay with the Demon King for a while longer. You really don't know how to cherish it—that's great! I want this honor too."

Pace looked at the position where Grace's hands were placed with envy. In the royal city, only Linglan and Grace, who were the Demon King's personal guards, were qualified to carry weapons during non-working hours.

"Your Majesty is considering our health, right? Shouldn't we cherish your concern?"

"That's true, but after all, aren't we all working for His Majesty? Seeking a vacation would be rather strange. Everyone agrees with me. Grace, you're the weird one."

"Is that so? But Captain Linglan didn't say much and came back with me."

"I suggest you go to the training grounds more often. Captain Lingeran is never idle. Every time His Majesty releases him, he looks like he wants to kill someone. He's using a wooden training sword, but he can smash puppets to pieces. No one wants to get close to him at that time."

Pace said with lingering fear that he had seen Linglan in the training ground before. The aura he exuded was so strong that even the battle-hardened Demon King's guards dared not approach him. Although there were rumors that Captain Linglan was looking for trouble, the atmosphere was like a child taking out his anger on a toy.

"Using a wooden sword to smash an ink steel puppet? Pace, are you sure?"

Grace raised an eyebrow. You know, ink steel is a high-grade stone used to build city walls. Even if it is chopped with an iron sword, it can only leave a mark so shallow that it is almost invisible.

"Of course, how could I joke with Captain Linglan? I must have used the 『Magic Blade』."

"Even if it's a demonic blade..."

Grace also knew how to use the "Magic Blade," but he didn't think he could reach the same level as Linglan. Putting aside the fact that the magic flow of a wooden sword was so poor that it was unusable—it was like trying to pour water into solid oak—he had to ensure that the magic power didn't run out before he could chop the doll apart, which was itself an incredible task.

"By the way, why is there an extra gem on your sword? Did you ask the forger? I remember that it's very difficult to modify the original magic weapon, right?"

Pace looked at Grace's hilt curiously. There was a small diamond-shaped sapphire embedded in it. In Pace's memory, this thing was not there yesterday.

Seeing Pace's curious look, Grace took the sword from her waist and showed it to Pace.

"This is the result of the work done this morning by His Majesty the Demon King. He said he wanted to try engraving new magic circuits on an already crafted weapon, but he lacked a suitable magical weapon to experiment with, so I gave His Majesty the longsword."

What Grace didn't convey clearly was that what Ella wanted at the time was a magic weapon forged using the old engraving method of this world. In short, Ella wanted to try to combine two different magic circuits together.

Pace looked as if he was looking at something dazzling.

"You're quite clever, damn, I'm becoming more and more envious of you. Can I touch you?"

"It's okay, but be careful not to break it."

"Of course, if I break the tools Your Majesty created, even ten of me wouldn't be enough to kill them."

"...Is Your Majesty really that terrifying?"

"No, I mean suicide."

"I really can't understand you demons... No, now I understand a little bit."

Grace glanced out the corridor window with complicated eyes. In the past, Grace never understood why the demons were so loyal to the Demon King, but since he became a personal guard, his views on many aspects have gradually changed.

As of now, he could no longer understand Baron Gamal's actions. Ella was undoubtedly a wise king who cared about his people and was simple in everything. It was unbelievable that he wanted to go to so much trouble to weaken the power of such a king. Not to mention that until now, Ella was still providing food assistance to Baron Gamal - although it was done indirectly by Grace, but there was no doubt that without Ella's provision of food, Grace would not have been able to hand over desserts such as cakes to Gamal.

As if caressing a lover, Pace stroked the gem with his fingertips and spoke with a matter-of-fact expression.

"Isn't that natural? Your Majesty's charm has definitely transcended race. Grace, it's only a matter of time before you fall completely for him."

"At most I can only admire him. No matter what, he can't be as terrifying as you say, Pace. Also, isn't it time to return the sword to me?"

"Oh, yes, sorry, I got so caught up in it that it took a while. Let's go eat first. If we're late, there won't be any high-quality beast meat left."

Pace rubbed his hands after returning the sword to Grace. The high-quality beast meat he mentioned refers to the needle-pricked demon pork and disaster monster meat that Ella had given to the chef in the royal city some time ago. The meat was so huge that one person could not finish it no matter how long he ate. As far as Ella and her group were concerned, after a week of barbecue and sashimi, they had reached the point where they didn't want to see it anymore.

Of course, it was a completely different scene in the royal city. There were at least several thousand servants living in the royal city. Including the demon king's personal guards who were often training there, there would occasionally be a terrifying number of tens of thousands. With such a huge population base, even a disaster beast with a body length of more than 300 meters would be eaten up in less than a week. Therefore, the staff in charge of the kitchen adopted the strategy of only supplying a part of the food every day, that is, only the servants on duty that day could enjoy it. However, even so, if you go too late, the food will still be sold out.

"It's that kind of thing that melts on your tongue. You never get tired of it no matter how many times you eat it. Hey, you, why don't you react at all?"

Pace, who was clinging to Grace's shoulders, had a puzzled look on his face.

"You're not going to say something like 'I don't like the taste', are you? It's recognized as the best dish in the entire royal city. Even Camisia and Dean-sama praised it highly."

"Uh... I don't mean to be disrespectful, I'm just not feeling well today and want to eat something else..."

Due to her position, Grace had to stay next to Ella even during meals. Ella was not used to having others stand by and watch her eat, so she would usually ask Linglan to sit at the same table with Grace. In other words, Grace was now the same as Ella and the others. Since she had to eat them at every meal, she had a fear of sashimi and grilled meat.

"That's a shame. Oh, here we are."

The two stopped in front of a plain hall with beige decoration. The restaurant was already crowded, and the noise gathered in the hall even made Grace feel like she had come to a free market.

"Tsk, we're a step late. Even seat number seven is packed with people."

Number seven is the code name of the restaurant in front of them. There are a total of ten places like this in the royal city. In the past, only five would be open every day - each restaurant could accommodate a maximum of four hundred people. But since the coronation ceremony, the ten restaurants have been crowded every day. As for the reason, the nobles from the two territories and their retainers chose to dine here, hoping to "accidentally" run into Ella who came here.

"There's really no other way. Let's just find a corner. With so many people here, the fine dining dishes are probably gone."

"Oh, who was that? Isn't this Viscount Enwen's fourth son, Pace? He's a knight, but he's here so early. Has he forgotten his duty?"

"Tsk."

Seeing the burly man coming towards him, Pace curled his lips in impatience. His father, Viscount Enwen, belonged to the faction of Count Gaparis, and the faction of the man in front of him with ill intentions had a very bad relationship with the Gaparis faction. Therefore, it was natural that the faction was reflected in the side branches. Those who could work in the royal city were usually descendants of nobles with a certain background. The relationship between the servants could generally be seen as a microcosm of the relationship between factions.

"Huh? Why aren't you talking? Did I get it right?"

The burly man said this while looking at his companions from the same faction behind him and burst into laughter.

"This is a restaurant, Oak. You and I are both knights. Don't go too far."

Pace chose to keep the peace. To be honest, he had no idea why Oak was targeting him so much. Rather than calling the factions among the demon nobles "factions", it would be better to describe them as a game of house between children. They might be targeting each other one second, and the next second their relationship might change because of a certain item. According to the information Pace had, the reason why Count Gaparis had a bad relationship with Count Lyon was entirely because of a dispute over clothes.

The family businesses of Count Gaparis and Count Lyon both include silk, and the clothes worn by the Demon King at his coronation ceremony need to be chosen from one of the two. In order to win the Demon King's attention, the two men have a grudge against each other.

Being able to have the Demon King wear the costume made by their own faction to attend the coronation ceremony is of course an honor for the side branches of the faction, so it has gradually evolved into the small-scale quarrels we have today. Of course, Camisia and Dean have known this for a long time, but they both feel that this will not affect the overall situation. In addition, the existence of competition between each other is also conducive to promoting technological progress, so they did not interfere too much, and only indirectly controlled the situation so that it would not exceed a certain extent.

Not only that, considering that the conflict arose from loyalty to the Demon King, it would be very easy to reconcile them. As long as the Demon King deliberately did something, it would not be a problem. However, Camisia and Dean were embarrassed to trouble Ella. Besides, asking the leader to handle these trivial matters would only reflect the incompetence of the subordinates, so the two of them only monitored and interfered in secret.

As long as the starting point is for the Demon King, no matter what the contradiction is, it is not worth mentioning.

"Don't go too far. Pace, let me tell you something. According to the maids, the high-end dishes you mentioned before entering are dishes made with the Calamity Behemoth as the main ingredient."

"So? It's not just something boring like this, is it?"

Pace sneered deliberately, but Oak didn't care and continued to maintain his arrogant look.

"You're truly short-sighted. Once you realize that it was actually the Demon King who slew the Calamity Beast, and that it was the Demon King who gifted us with the precious ingredients, will you still remain so calm?"

"what?!"

"Unfortunately, I had my companions stuff all of their portions, and I had to enjoy the last portion myself—"

“You bastard!”

With intense anger in his eyes, Pace stepped forward and grabbed Oak's collar.

These are the ingredients that His Majesty processed personally!

Whenever he thought of this, Pace felt his brain begin to become congested. He actually missed such a precious treasure, which was simply unforgivable. No, he could not be blamed. The real problem should be the bastard in front of him. He had important information but did not share it. It was simply a heinous crime.

You know, in order to obtain intelligence about the Demon King, Pace even took the initiative to find Grace, who had a noble status, to establish ties with him. Whenever he got a glimmer of information, he would share it with everyone around him without reservation, even if it was a "hostile faction". As a result, he was now concealed from this information, which could be said to be as important as glory, and missed out on the treasure given by His Majesty. Any other demon would be equally angry.

"Huh? Angry out of shame? Seeing your expectant expression, it really paid off."

"you!"

"Pace, calm down."

Just as Pace was about to take action, Grace patted him on the shoulder.

Chapter 70 Transformation

"Let me go."

Pace shook his shoulders hard, trying to shake off Grace's hand on his shoulder, but the level difference between the two was at least ten levels, so Pace failed.

Grace ignored Oak's surprised look on the other side—perhaps he had just noticed that he was standing behind Pace—and pointed inside the restaurant with her chin.

"Don't worry, everyone else is in the same boat as you."

"Others?"

Pace looked in the direction Grace was pointing.

The demons sitting nearby who heard the conversation just now all turned their eyes to him, and there was anger in their eyes. Pace could feel that the reason they were angry was the same as his, because Oak had cleared out the meat of the disaster beast in advance and concealed the information that it was a gift from His Majesty the Demon King from others, so they were as angry as they were now.

The knight closest to Pace, who belonged to the Marquis of Cassel's faction, stood up. Pace knew that he served as a captain in the Demon King's personal guard.

"Ouk, what's going on?"

"this……"