Interlude
It was now snack time in the city of Faltra. Klem sat at Petre’s, eating away at biscuits.
“Omom... Petre’s biscuits are truly the best! When you say Petre’s, biscuits are the one thing that comes to mind!”
“Ahaha... We are a bakery though...” Having gone out to wait on tables due to a lack of manpower, the third Petre (the youngest brother) smiled wryly. He was a Grasswalker baker clad in a red apron, his long rabbit ears and large tail his trademark.
“This Demon Lord loves biscuits.”
“Well, as glad as I am to hear it, I’d love it if you ordered bread sometimes too...”
“Oppose, Demon Lord?” Edelgard stood behind Petre. “Oppose? Punish?”
Her murderous intent was palpable. Petre Number Three’s rabbit ears shivered in fright.
“A-Ahh... W-Welcome to Petre’s biscuit store! Hooray to biscuits!”
“Ahahaha...” Klem laughed, holding her stomach. “Wasn’t this a Fallen café?!”
“If you understand this much, could you at least order something to drink, Miss Demon Lord?!”
“Water.”
“Come on...” Petre’s rabbit ears positively withered.
Edelgard held the round tray in her hands like some sort of speaker, poking the tip of Petre’s nose with it. Even though there was no logical way a tray could poke into something, he felt it poke against him anyway.
“Demon Lord...asked water. Go bring? Go bring!”
“Me? But, you’re the waiter and I’m the manager... A-Ah, yes! Water, coming right up! I’ll go get it!”
Petre rushed behind the counter and immediately brought over a cup of water.
“Here you are, Miss Demon Lord!”
Suddenly, Klem slammed her hands against the table and cried out as biscuit crumbs took to the air:
“They moved!”
“Huh? Th-The biscuits...?”
“Modinaram!”
“Huh?”
Petre failed to follow what was going on, but Diablo had arranged things ahead of time. A person who should have been a customer rushed over to Klem, kneeling beside her.
“Could you explain that in further detail?!”
“Who are you?”
“I am under the governor’s command.”
Looking around, Petre noticed men in adventurer’s clothes, sorcerer’s robes, and clerical clothes, all turning serious gazes toward Klem.
Huh? What? Are all these people associates of little Klem? No wonder the store’s so full this late in the afternoon!
The governor, Galford, the Adventurer’s Guild’s guildmaster, Sylvie, the Mage’s Association’s overseer, Celestine, and the high priest, Lumachina, all designated Klem as a target of close observation. Each organization deployed several of their subordinates to keep an eye on her, which led to this somewhat odd situation.
“Hmph...” Klem crossed her arms. “I don’t much appreciate being followed by the likes of you fools... But I will tell you, since my master ordered me to.” She pointed to the west. “Modinaram has moved. They’re heading this way.”
“Ah! H-How long will it take them to reach this city?!”
“How should I know! But at this rate...maybe nine days or so. They’re going slow, so they’ve probably got the rest of the Fallen with them.”
“Thank you very much!” A man dressed like a civilian gave her a straight salute and left the store in a hurry. The others soon followed suit.
“They’re finally coming!” “It’s gonna start soon!” “The war! The war! The waaarrr!”
“Hmph.” Klem sat back down on her seat. “It’s finally settled down around here. Well, for the time being...”
“Demon Overlord, Modinaram...is?”
“What will you do, Edelgard? Modinaram is probably closer to being the Demon Lord you Fallen wish for than this Demon Lord is, aren’t they? They intend to fight the races.”
“Nn... Edelgard swore, loyalty to Krebskulm? Swore it! So no. No changing!”
“I see.”
“If Petre’s disappears, problem? Work disappear, problem. Can’t buy biscuits for Demon Lord? Problem!”
“Heh... So you understand, I see. I shall grant you a biscuit for that.”
Klem handed Edelgard a biscuit, which she proceeded to munch into with an “Om!” After chewing on it, she licked at Klem’s fingers with an ecstatic expression.
Petre Number Three’s eyes widened in shock.
“Wait, all those people... They ate without paying?!”
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