NFBE Chapter 169 You are a sparkling little cat - S01E06
Chapter 169 You are a sparkling little cat - S01E06
Qina's sudden topic surprised you.
But actually, the moment she uttered the keyword "sandwich," you already knew who she was referring to—
Fitzroy.
When this name involuntarily comes to mind, an image of a bouncy little devil wearing a clown hat emerges from your memory.
Of course, you probably think that's one of the reasons why China is so happy, right?
After all, that lively little guy is quite popular among the little devils as a clown actor, and many children and even adults like him very much.
You watch with a complicated expression as Qina skips and hops in and out of the room.
Then, a large stack of neatly organized letters was stuffed into your hands by the little guy.
"Hmph... Please forgive me, but... hahahahaha... who?"
Alastor, whose tone was clearly more teasing, seemed to have become somewhat interested.
His gaze lingered on the letter in your hand and then on your face.
Wendigo maintained the refined mannerisms that only upper-class aristocrats would make.
Her left hand, which she pretended to be holding something, tilted slightly backward, her little finger hooked in a seductive manner, leaving much to the imagination.
……
The devil always seems to be interested in your social circle.
After all, you rarely go out, especially in Alastor.
So, the fact that you have friends seems quite novel to him.
Of course, he also doesn't know that you spend most of your time practicing swordsmanship on snowy mountains in the human world.
But everyone has their own life, right? You can't just stay in the inn all the time except when you're cooking, can you?
“Fizroly, a native inhabitant of Hell, the little devil.”
As you briefly explained to Alastor, you shook the thick stack of letters in your hand.
The witch pinched the edge of the letter with her fingertips and then traced it from left to right.
"Because he's a relatively famous clown actor, FitzRolly is even more well-known among the native inhabitants of Hell, especially among the lesser demons..."
"However, just as sinners don't care about the native inhabitants of hell—even if he is famous, you won't care or pay attention to him."
The introduction was concise and clear, and it ended quietly.
"■■■, the last letter was sent the day before yesterday! The potted plant that died in Bichina arrived a day later!"
Jamie chimed in with a grin.
"……oh?"
The Eastern Sinner seemed somewhat surprised that the person who sent her the letter had recently been trying to contact her.
However, during the "reminiscing" time, Alastor remained noncommittal regarding her previous remarks.
Because they cannot move freely within the seven rings of hell, apart from the native inhabitants of the Ring of Pride who voluntarily come to work there, the sinners have long since stopped caring about the other native creatures of hell.
Leaving aside the lords who were not of the same class at all, even among nobles, there were their own infighting and factionalism.
The centrifugal force among social classes leads to an extremely fragmented and chaotic ecosystem in hell.
At the top of Hell are the Morning Star family, the Ring Lords, nobles who treat sinner lords as nothing, local sinner lords with vastly different strengths, ordinary sinners, and below them... are other "Hellish creatures" who are treated like pets and killed as easily as dusting off ashes.
……
In hell, life is the cheapest thing.
Even the soul that was praised during its lifetime is worth about the same as 21 grams of cheap raw meat, nothing to be surprised about.
On the contrary, it's the person who seems to have connections with all levels of society and can move freely through the seven rings of hell that's truly intriguing...
Alastor still found it absurd that someone like ■■■ could have such a good relationship with a little devil.
The devil stared intently at the sinner from the East as he opened the letter.
The envelope was cut open by the tiny sparks between the female demon's fingertips.
After several sheets of paper fell into her palm, a small dragon shadow, which had been hiding somewhere, nimbly swam out along the dragon girl's wrist; then, in one gulp, it devoured the stack of letters in her hand.
"He sent me quite a lot of letters."
Looking at the tiny dragon shadow in your palm, seemingly trying to process the letter, you couldn't help but sigh.
The dragon girl, who always seemed to be in complete control, lowered her eyes calmly. Then, with a hint of amusement, she lightly flicked the slender shadow that looked like its belly had bulged out.
"Don't actually eat them. Keep these letters safe and put them with your valuables."
You reminded yourself, with a slightly teasing tone, of the dragon shadow in your palm that seemed to be ruminating. "You just need to tell me the general content; I'll look at the details when I get back today."
After being disturbed from work, the little shadow chirped twice in a complaining manner before reluctantly coiling itself up in ■■■'s hand, as if throwing a tantrum.
The Eastern Sinner, whose abilities were always varied, closed his eyes and raised his hand with a calm expression.
Her fingers curled up one by one, as if reversing the steps of blooming flowers.
A faint white light shone from her palm, then quickly disappeared into the demon's skin and flesh.
So, through the transmission of the dragon's shadow, you quickly reviewed the contents of Fitzroy's letter—
Clearly, after reading the contents of the letter, you still have many things to explain.
But for now, FitzRolly's letter is more important.
For you, knowing FitzRolly is actually quite a long time ago.
At that time, you had just begun preparations for Lady Shilona's bakery, and the shop was showing some promise—
And so, this somewhat noisy and smug little devil appeared.
You're not really the type to dwell on the past.
Clearly, you prefer to ponder lengthy, profound truths in your mind.
Oh, but please forgive your willfulness, after all, Fitzroy's appearance is indeed a bit too cute for you.
You are truly happy to be able to share this wonderful memory with everyone.
If anyone can see this.
He seemed to be the only one who saw and obeyed the "No Pets Allowed" sign, even though he had some hesitation.
So the best news that day was that Fizrolli had tied his pets to the shop entrance, so you didn't have to throw any of the monsters out of the shop.
Because the imps are so short for sinners, Fitzroy jumped onto the counter to talk to you that day.
Or rather, he climbed onto your table using his flexible, height-adjustable mechanical prosthetic leg?
...But of course, the way he looked lying on the cash register just a second ago was quite adorable.
"Listen up, you bitch, I need you to provide me with your best bread in one minute!"
"I! Mean! One minute! Do you understand?"
"Because I'm very busy and in a hurry!!"
The little devil took off his uniquely styled sunglasses, which even had a wiper function, and proudly commanded you like this.
You notice that his voice sounds somewhat strange and hoarse...
But you wouldn't specifically ask customers these things.
Because you're more focused on the nimble little devil himself, who makes a jingling sound every time he spins, than on his voice.
The bakery wasn't doing too well that day.
So after getting to know FitzRolly, you actually started thinking about it seriously.
Was Fitzroy there that day deliberately patronizing your business...?
After all, not far from this street, there is a wildly popular chain bakery that is very popular with little devils and even sinners.
...And at that time you didn't know his name was FitzRolly.
(Of course, even if you knew, it probably wouldn't matter, because you didn't know FitzRolly was a clown star at the time.)
At the time, you simply thought that he was a cute little guy dressed as a clown with a tail wagging proudly behind him.
And unlike most little devils—
Fitzroy clearly had the look of someone who had been pampered and loved.
Like a kitten showered with love and affection.
...Its whole body was sparkling.