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Seir lay sprawled across his bed, one arm draped over his forehead, his long, snow white hair fanned out across the sheets. His eyes remained fixed on the dimly lit ceiling as thoughts swirled endlessly in his mind.
'I should be in the library, finishing Tales of the Undead that Thea recommended or maybe reading something about the creation of magic tools, not just lying here like this…'
'How much longer will this go on? Once again, I've spent the entire day cooped up in this room…'
'I'll be living in this castle for a while, and I'll have to face Roygun eventually… I can't keep looking away and avoiding her gaze…'
'It's probably hurting her, isn't it?'
'Sigh… I really need to deal with this unexpected problem that came out of nowhere and has been frustrating me ever since…'
"Should I contact Élise and request her on this?" Seir mumbled, debating whether to take that route.
Thinking or imagining fucking with a girl is one thing—actually bringing it up to her and making it happen is another.
Even if he felt ready, there was still a lingering nervousness that wasn't so easy to shake off.
'But this is Élise we're talking about, and…'
After all, Élise seemed like the most accessible solution at the moment—someone he could easily reach out to, who likely wouldn't refuse him and would be willing to help.
"Yeah… I don't know why I've been hesitating for no reason. I should just get in touch with her…"
"Fuck it… let's just do it!"
With that thought in mind, he sat up, leaning against the headboard of his bed, and conjured a communication magic circle in his hand to contact Élise.
"Come on… answer it… answer it…" Seir murmured, his eyes fixed on the glowing communication magic circle in his hand.
Before long, the circle flickered to life, and a small holographic figure of Élise projected from it.
"Lord Seir… good evening," she greeted him with a warm smile, her tone respectful as always.
"Élise… what are you doing?" Seir asked without preamble.
"I was just finishing up adjusting your wardrobe, Lord Seir," Élise replied.
"Even though I'm not there, you're still handling my things," Seir remarked.
"I am your maid—it's my duty to take care of everything that belongs to you," she responded with a gentle smile.
Seir hesitated for a moment before asking, "Did Mother or Cecily… inform you about Kuisha?"
Élise's smile faltered slightly, but she still answered, her voice a bit quieter and a bit sadder, "Yes, I was told that Kuisha Abaddon is a brilliant and talented child… and that she would make a fitting maid for the heir apparent of the Belphegor household." She paused for a moment before smiling and saying, "I'm happy to see that someone truly worthy of attending to you has finally arrived."
Seir could sense a hint of envy in Élise's tone, which wasn't surprising. She had cared for him since he was but an infant, serving him exclusively, catering to all his needs, and now, out of nowhere, a little girl had appeared to take on the role of his personal maid. It was only natural for her to feel a bit sad. At the same time, she knew this was inevitable—she was never meant to stay by his side forever. Still, it stung a little.
"Élise… I'm sorry," Seir said softly.
Élise shook her head. "There's nothing for you to apologize for, Lord Seir… This is how it should be." After a brief pause, she offered him a gentle smile and added, "At the very least, I still get to take care of your room here… so that whenever you return, you'll find it in the best possible state."
"Hm…" nodded Seir quietly.
"Anyway… enough about me," she said, changing the topic. "Lord Seir, you've been there for a few days now. How has it been? Are you eating properly? Bathing regularly? Getting enough sleep? You're not overworking yourself like you always do… are you?"
She paused briefly before adding, "And your wardrobe—" but stopped midway, her expression shifting to one of concern as she studied him closely. After a brief hesitation, she softly asked, "Is something troubling you?"
A slight smile appeared on his lips as he asked Élise, "What makes you think something's troubling me?"
Élise giggled and replied, "It's written all over your face. You haven't yet undergone the training to mask your emotions or maintain a poker face, so you're not very good at it yet. Besides, I can instinctively sense that something is bothering you."
She also thought to herself, 'Not to mention the interrogation from Lady Belphegor and Madam Lucia this morning… something is definitely going on…'
In truth, after being unexpectedly questioned by them, Élise had grown quite concerned about Seir, wondering what had prompted their sudden interest in such a topic. She had considered reaching out to him multiple times but ultimately held back, not wanting to burden him if he didn't need her.
On the other hand, hearing Élise's response, Seir sighed. 'I guess this is to be expected from her…' He admitted, "Indeed, I haven't been feeling too well these past few days…"
Élise's expression turned more serious as she asked, "May I ask what's wrong? Are you unwell? Or is something troubling you, Lord Seir?"
"Well… I don't think it's anything serious," he replied, hesitating. "It's just some… um… how do I put it… urges…" He quickly added, "I need your help. I need you here because… I want to play with you, just like we always did."
"I-Is that so?" Élise stammered, instantly grasping the underlying meaning behind his words.
"Yes…" Seir nodded while thinking to himself, 'I won't do anything to hurt you… we'll just play like we always have—or rather, like I always have with you… Though this time, I do intend to take things a little further and have you pleasure me…'
"I see…" Élise nodded softly.
Seir continued, his tone firm yet calm, "Come to me tonight… and don't tell anyone about it." And asked in a low voice, "You will come, won't you, Élise?"
Élise's smile faded, and she hesitated to answer. "Um… well…"
Noticing her reluctance, Seir's voice grew quieter, his bangs casting a shadow over his eyes as he asked coldly, "Is there a problem? Do you not want me to play with you anymore?"
Élise quickly shook her head. "That's not the case, Lord Seir… If you wish for me to be there, then I will gladly come… it's just that…"
"What is it, then?" Seir pressed, his voice still cold, a hint of restlessness creeping in as he watched her continued reluctance.
Élise was momentarily stunned by the shift in his tone. 'Is Lord Seir… getting angry?' It was surprising—she had never seen him like this in all the years she had attended to him. 'Whatever he's going through… it might be more serious than I thought. But even so… it's just not possible for me to be there…'
"Why are you silent?" Seir's voice cut through her thoughts.
Élise quickly responded, "I… do not have the authority to be there…"
Seir frowned. "You don't have the authority?" His eyes narrowed as he pressed further. "What do you mean by that?" His tone grew sharper as he added, "I am the heir apparent; you serve me, and I am ordering you to come here—what more authorization do you need?"
"Um… I would need authorization from Madam Cecily or Lady Sephie to teleport out of this castle, and I would need Madam Lucia's or Lady Belphegor's approval to teleport directly to your side in that castle," Élise explained. "Without these permissions, I cannot make the spatial jump. As a maid, I am bound by contracts…"
"What? There are such restrictions on the servants?" Seir asked, taken aback.
Élise nodded. "Yes, we, servants, have a few restrictions placed on us... I have more restrictions on me since I personally attended to you…" She then added, "It's not that we're completely forbidden; there are just certain limitations that can be lifted with approval from the Head Maids, Lords, and Ladies. But… in order to get that approval, I would have to…" She trailed off, believing Seir would understand what she meant.
"Unexpected… I had no idea such measures were in place," Seir murmured in surprise. But upon further thought, it made sense.
Even though servants were generally low-class Devils, they were still magical beings with abilities that could pose significant risks. With access to magic, they could easily commit acts such as kidnapping and holding the Lord's children hostage, stealing valuable treasures, or even inviting hostile forces into the castle.
At the same time, servants like Élise—who were especially close to the children or the heir of a Household—could potentially cause severe harm if they ever chose to betray their trust.
Of course, not all servants would engage in such acts, but the possibility of some harboring such intentions existed.
'If it's someone like me… I wouldn't be fooled so easily, and I have some strength to protect myself in the worst-case scenario, but not all children my age would have that same advantage. Honestly, allowing servants to be in such close proximity to the Household's children without restrictions seems reckless… but with these imposed limitations, it makes sense.'
'I see… Aristocrats wouldn't employ servants without taking precautions to ensure their personal safety, the security of their assets, and the protection of their families as well as their heirs,' Seir reasoned.
These restrictions were likely put in place to prevent servants from causing any harm to the Household.
'Better safe than sorry, huh? I like it…' Seir thought, approving of the restrictions placed on the servants.
'Though, if I think about it… this also puts servants in a vulnerable position. If a servant ends up with a cruel Lord who abuses them—whether mentally, physically, socially, or even sexually—these restrictions would make it nearly impossible for them to escape, leaving them trapped in exploitation…'
'Well… everything has its pros and cons. And honestly, I'm not some hero aiming to reform society—especially Devil Society, which operates on entirely different principles from human society. So… issues like servant exploitation and labor laws aren't really my concern.'
But these restrictions on Élise put him in a bit of a predicament. 'Ahh… this is troublesome…'
Because of them, Élise couldn't come to his side without authorization. To get that authorization, she would have to go to Cecily or Sephie in that castle, or Lucia or Roygun in this one… and that could be a hassle.
'If Élise goes to Mother, she'll find out I'm not feeling well… Even if she goes to Cecily instead, the news will still reach Mother's ears. And knowing her, she'll personally come here. That would cause all sorts of complications I'd rather not deal with in my current state…'
He let out a frustrated sigh. 'I just want someone to help me relieve myself. Why does it have to be this difficult?'
'What should I do? Should I contact Cecily to authorize Élise and discuss this with Lucia as well? If I tell them it's a personal matter, they'll likely grant the authorization without question… but if I need Élise to visit me frequently, that could become an issue…'
Once or twice might not raise suspicion, but if she started visiting him every night, it would undoubtedly attract attention—and possibly even concern.
"Or perhaps I could be the one to visit Élise… Yes, that's an option—and a far less troublesome one. This way, Élise won't have to explain anything to anyone and wouldn't require permission from Cecily and Lucia," murmured Seir, thinking of another option.
Unlike Élise, he had no such restrictions and was free to teleport between the two castles without requiring anyone's authorization.
'But… even if this method bypasses the need for authorization, Lucia would still notice that I used Teleportation Magic to leave the castle late at night, and Cecily would notice me appearing at Father's castle late at night… and that could be troublesome,' Seir thought.
If Lucia discovered he was sneaking out late at night without informing anyone beforehand, she might try to follow him out of concern—or worse, notify Roygun, who would undoubtedly do the same. Similarly, if he appeared at Malakarion's castle unannounced in the middle of the night, Cecily would likely check on him or even alert Malakarion and Sephie, both of whom would come looking for him, worried about his sudden and untimely arrival.
"Yeah… that would just cause unnecessary concern from both sides," Seir murmured.
'All I want is to have sex… and there's someone willing to do it with me. Why does it have to be so complicated?' he thought, nearly wanting to scream in exasperation.
For a moment, Seir even regretted being born a High-Class Devil in such a prominent household with a caring family and attentive servants.
'If I had been reborn as a lowborn orphan with no servants, no one would care where I go or what I do… maybe then I would have been able to…'
But the thought was immediately discarded. As frustrating and exhausting as aristocratic life could be at times, it was still infinitely better than living as a lowborn.
'I shouldn't even entertain the idea of being a lowborn in any world…'
Having already experienced that kind of life once, he had no desire to go through it again.
'But for now, I have to figure out a solution for my current problem…' he thought, feeling troubled.
As he was mulling over what to do, a sudden knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. Knock! Knock!
'Ugh… what now?' Seir groaned internally, feeling mildly irritated.
From the other side of the door, Zest's voice called out, "Lord Seirios… I need to speak with you for a moment."
"Hm? Zest?" Seir responded before calling out toward the door, "I already told you—I'm not in the mood for dinner right now. Just tell sister that I have gone to sleep early and won't be joining her for dinner."
"That won't do, sir… and neither Mistress nor Lady Sephie would be pleased to hear that you're skipping dinner," Zest replied from the other side.
"I said, I'm not in the mood to go to the dining hall," Seir reiterated, his tone firm, clearly wanting to end the conversation.
Zest, however, remained persistent. "You don't have to—I've brought your dinner here." Then, after a brief pause, she asked, "May I come in?"
"Huh? You brought dinner here? What do you mean? Why would you do that? And won't this earn you an earful from my sister?" Seir asked, taken aback.
Zest replied calmly, "Mistress won't be returning until late tonight, so she sent a message instructing you to have dinner without her." She then added after a brief pause, "And since you didn't want to go to the dining hall, I took the liberty of bringing your dinner to your quarters."
Hearing her, Seir let out a sigh before replying, "Give me a moment."
"Yes, sir. I'll be waiting right here," Zest acknowledged, standing patiently outside.
Turning his attention back to Élise's projection within the communication magic circle, he found her patiently waiting in silence. After a brief pause, he said, "Élise, I'll contact you later. Forget about the request I made for now."
There was a brief silence before Élise lowered her gaze and apologized, "I'm sorry for my incompetence…"
"Don't dwell on it," Seir replied, shaking his head. He then added, "Alright, I have to take care of something. I'll be going now."
"I wish you a good night, Lord Seir," Élise said with a respectful bow.
"Hm," Seir nodded before cutting off the communication. Turning his attention back to the double doors, he called out, "Yes… Please come in, Zest."
A moment after Seir gave his command, the door creaked open, and Zest entered, pushing a small cart.
"We can't have a growing child going hungry, now can we, sir?" she said as she parked the cart beside the coffee table.
Stepping back, she gestured toward the sofa and politely urged, "Please."
"Alright… fine," Seir sighed, reluctantly rising from the bed and settling onto the sofa.
'Arguing won't make her give up… it's easier to just eat and get it over with,' he thought as he reluctantly rose from the bed and settled onto the sofa.
As Seir settled onto the sofa, Zest carefully placed several covered plates on the coffee table before him. She then lifted the cloches, allowing the rich aroma of the food to fill the air.
At a glance, Seir noticed several of his favorite dishes. His appetite stirred as he murmured, "I suppose I have no choice but to finish all this… huh?"
Zest simply smiled and replied, "Yes." Then, with a gentle but firm tone, she added, "I'd be quite troubled if you didn't finish everything."
"Hm…" Seir hummed as he tied the kerchief around his neck, picked up the knife and fork, and began eating what could easily be considered a full-course meal from a seven-star hotel. But for him, this was just another Tuesday—though a particularly good one, since it wasn't every Tuesday that every dish happened to be one of his favorites.
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A short while later, Seir sat on the sofa, his stomach uncomfortably full. Heaving a sigh, he ran a hand over his bulging abdomen and muttered, "I may have overdone it a little."
"Well… that just means you enjoyed the dinner, which is a relief," Zest said as she bent down to clear the empty plates from the coffee table.
"Yeah… it was really good," Seir murmured absentmindedly, his gaze unintentionally drifting to Zest's deep chocolate-toned cleavage—positioned directly at his eye level.
"That's great to hear." Zest nodded before asking, "Shall I prepare a hot bath for you?"
Lost in the sight before him, Seir failed to respond.
Noticing his absentminded expression as he stared at her chest, Zest gently called out, "Lord Seirios?"
Her voice snapped him out of his distraction, and he quickly averted his gaze from her cleavage, hastily responding, "Huh? Yeah… the bath, right? Yes, please prepare it for me…"
"Very well. Please wait a moment—I shall prepare it," she nodded before gathering the crockery and walking away.
As he watched her leave, Seir thought to himself, 'I think she noticed me staring at her tits…'
Although relieved that she hadn't called him out on it, being caught in the act was still a bit embarrassing.
'Forget it… It's just Zest. With everything she already knows about me, something like this isn't that big of a deal…' he thought, deciding it wasn't worth dwelling on.
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Sometime later
"Zest… I… I don't think this is such a good idea…" Seir murmured, his face flushed as he instinctively placed both his hands over his crotch to cover his growing erection.
But it was too late. The chocolate-skinned woman sitting behind him had already noticed.
"Oh, my…" she murmured in mild surprise before a playful smile curled her lips. Leaning in closer, her warm breath tickling his ear, she whispered in a sultry tone, "Then… allow me to clean up here as well…"
'I was just supposed to take a bath… how did it come to this?' Seir exclaimed in his mind as he felt her hand slowly slither toward his crotch.
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