An Archdemon's Dilemma: How to Love Your Elf Bride: Volume 2 (eBook)

Fuminori Teshima (Autor)

eBook Download: EPUB

2018
303 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-2502-9 (ISBN)

Infos

Zagan and Nephy's clumsy cohabitation continues! As they're enjoying their time together, a sorcerer coveting the power of an Archdemon comes charging in, covered in armor from head to toe. Zagan easily repels them, but finds that they're a young dragon girl named Foll. Meanwhile, the church has brought over an Angelic Knight who's rumored to have even killed a dragon to tackle the newly crowned Archdemon... Will our awkward Archdemon and elf ever close the gap between them, or will all the commotion get in their way!?

Textauszug

Chapter I: Even an Archdemon Shouldn’t Beat a Child

“‘Sigil of the Archdemon,’ huh?”

Zagan muttered that name to himself in his castle’s archives, where his collection of books had constantly continued to grow.

Yes, everything in there belonged to Zagan. He already had a considerable book collection to begin with, but there were now piles of books on the floor that wouldn’t fit into the bookshelves.

About half a month ago, Zagan inherited the legacy of his predecessor, Archdemon Marchosias. And the piles of books on the floor were but a small portion of it. He only brought over things related to what he wished to research, but even that seemed to be too much.

Zagan, who was sweeping up his bangs as if he were tired, was at the ripe young age of eighteen. His long black hair, which he had not groomed at all, was tied up behind him, and he wore a robe lined with red cloth. On top of that, his silver eyes, as well as the eternally sinister expressions on his face further increased the overbearing sense he gave off.

Zagan was a sorcerer who held the title Archdemon. And right now, he had something that he had to do.

“I can’t really find any clues...”

There was a certain ‘something’ called demons that once existed in this world. No, right now they were only hiding themselves, and likely still existed somewhere. Just the other day, Zagan encountered one of them.

There wasn’t a huge gap between them, but it was still not an opponent he could defeat. Or at least, that was how it should have been, yet Zagan still survived by some stroke of luck.

As he stuck out his right hand, a sigil floated up there, looking something like a letter. This was the Sigil of the Archdemon. And a demon bowed its head and obeyed its bearer.

There is a need for me to understand this thing’s true nature, then. It was a power that could even repel a demon. However, it was different from any sorcery crest that Zagan knew about.

He suspected that there may have been some sort of clue within the preceding Archdemon’s legacy, but the results didn’t look favorable.

“...Phew.” After pouring over them all morning, Zagan returned the books he pulled off the bookshelves to where they belonged. Even appetite and sleep could be freely manipulated by sorcerers, so the concept of fatigue essentially didn’t exist.

Still, willpower wasn’t something any sorcery could control. Depression and mental exhaustion were utterly unavoidable. And so, just as Zagan let out a breath, thinking of taking a little break due to that fact... he suddenly sensed that the door behind him had opened.

Nephy, huh?

It was the name of the girl who was Zagan’s disciple, servant, and... the one he loved from his heart. She was his only housemate.

Nephy was an elven girl. In ancient times, her race was called the fairies of Norden, a race whose characteristic feature was their pointed ears. And among those, Nephy possessed snow-white hair, which meant she possessed especially strong mana.

That long hair was adorned with a deep crimson ribbon, and her small facial features were accented by her large azure eyes. Wrapped around her dainty body was a white apron and a one piece dress, the uniform of a maid, and she also wore boots which had sorcery to reduce fatigue cast on them, but this was just her regular attire.

As Zagan shifted his attention to the sky through the window, he saw that the sun had already passed its peak. It appeared that Nephy had come to call him down for lunch.

However, since Zagan was facing a bookshelf, she was probably keeping quiet so that she wouldn’t get in his way. And yet, the presence behind him was slowly and quietly getting closer.

Is she maybe... trying to surprise me? After a certain incident passed, Nephy ended up calling him Master Zagan instead of just Master. That made him feel they were now more intimate, if only slightly.

There was a possibility that she came by to surprise Zagan as a joke. And of course, Zagan was no fool who would ruin her fun.

Now then, what’s she gonna do to me? While putting all his effort into pretending not to notice her, he remained there restlessly as the presence right behind him stretched out their hands.

However, there was about a head in difference between Zagan and Nephy’s height. Adding on to that fact, because he was probing around the archives, he was standing on a step ladder.

“Guess whooo... Huh? I can’t reach...” The hands she stretched out only reached as far as Zagan’s shoulders.

As Zagan turned around, the figure of a girl who was greatly perplexed since she couldn’t reach his face came into view.

And around her neck was a boorish collar. Though it no longer had the power to seal mana as it once did, it was the precious collar of vows between Zagan and Nephy.

After a while of her fidgeting, Nephy’s ears became a bright red all the way to their pointy tips.

“Um, what to do...?” Nephy said that as if at a complete loss. Her face looked as expressionless as ever, but her lips were quivering, and she had tears floating up in the corner of her eyes. Above all else, the tips of her pointy ears were quivering as if saying that she was unable to bear the shame.

It seemed even she was unable to endure the embarrassment of the situation.

No, seriously, what do I even do here!? He wanted to embrace her and rub his cheek against hers, but Zagan’s spirit was not so strong that he could do such a daring thing to the girl he liked.

As Nephy gripped her apron tightly, she muttered something while letting her gaze wander.

“Um, you see... I was thinking... maybe I could surprise you, Master Zagan...”

“Surprise me, and then what?”

“Oh, um, I hadn’t... Thought that far ahead.”

It seemed she just wanted to try it.

Nephy’s ears twitched repeatedly on short intervals as she replied while stuttering, and seeing her like that made Zagan want to slam his head against the wall.

What exactly are you planning to do to me by being so cute!? Zagan had many things he wanted to say like, ‘Even if you don’t do something like that, I’m surprised by your cuteness,’ or, ‘I was so surprised that I wanted to embrace you,’ but after taking a deep breath, he managed to calm himself down. And then, he cleared his throat out with a cough.

“I see. It’s time to eat, right Nephy?”

“Yes. Preparations for lunch have been completed, Master Zagan.”

They left the archives behind, red in the face all the while.

This was an ordinary, everyday occurrence for the two.

◇

The dining hall was a large room with an enormous table that could seat twenty people around it.

A deep crimson carpet was spread out on the floor, and an extravagant chandelier hung down from the ceiling. There was also a fireplace installed along the wall, which would definitely have been put to use if it was just a little colder.

Up until just a month ago, this room was overrun with cobwebs, skeletons, and torture devices, but now it was so clean that it was beyond recognition. The change was all thanks to Nephy’s effort.

“It really is beyond recognition here, too.” As Zagan unintentionally muttered those words, Nephy nodded bashfully.

“It is the room that you take your meals in after all, Master Zagan.”

“I-I see. Though, wasn’t it difficult to clean it all up yourself?”

“No... Actually, there are many rooms that I haven’t tended to as of yet.”

Though with the mess they were in, they couldn’t really be called rooms.

Zagan was always willing to lend a hand when it came to carrying heavy objects, but fundamentally, castle maintenance was under Nephy’s jurisdiction. She even managed all the meals, so she had quite a bit of daily work.

If I could just prepare something like a familiar... It wasn’t like the choice of hiring someone was out of the question, but Zagan wanted to enjoy living together with just the two of them. And unfortunately, sorcery which enslaved something like a familiar was outside of his realm of expertise.

Zagan headed toward his seat while racking his brains for a solution.

There were already two portions of food lined up atop the table. And next to the table was a cart with a pot on top of it.

Reflexively, Zagan let out a deep sigh of admiration.

So she’s learned even more recipes, huh? There were several dishes here that he was seeing for the first time.

As Zagan sat at the table, Nephy began to quietly describe the food.

“For the bread, I have prepared dinner rolls from rye wheat. The appetizer is a salad with tomatoes and green vegetables seasoned with Caesar dressing and grated cheese.”

Tomatoes were Nephy’s favorite food. She was likely confident in her work, since her somehow triumphant ears were quivering.

Incidentally, Caesar was the name of a sorcerer from ancient times. He was an odd man who was singularly fixated on his palate instead of immortality, so most believed the fundamentals of cooking was something he built up.

Next, Nephy poured soup into an empty dish while...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 19.10.2018
• Reihe/Serie: An Archdemon's Dilemma: How to Love Your Elf Bride
• Reihe/Serie: An Archdemon's Dilemma: How to Love Your Elf Bride
• Illustrationen: Comta
• Übersetzer: Hikoki
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: Comedy • cute • Fantasy • Light Novel • MOE • Romance • Slave
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-2502-9 / 1718325029
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-2502-9 / 9781718325029