■ A Night for Two □
“Piece of shit! Are you already tired after just that?”
“Shut up, you’re so annoying!”
I was fighting with Dorothea after a long time.
To be precise, it was more of a sparring match, but the fact that we were using magic without holding back made it feel like a real fight.
At night, she’s no different from a seductress, but during the day, Dorothea is just a damn brat.
Especially when she fights while taunting—it’s her specialty.
Her mouth is quite sharp, so even if I try to ignore her, I can’t.
She does shut up when she gets serious, but this isn’t one of those times.
Her leg, wrapped in flames, clashes with my arm, wrapped in wind.
Bang!!
Dorothea’s ruby shoes, made of some ridiculously durable material, didn’t even get a scratch when they collided with my orichalcum alloy knuckles.
“Hup!”
I instantly ducked my upper body and lunged forward.
A straight punch aimed right at her.
In a fight, weight class is one of the conditions you can’t ignore.
No matter how much you enhance your physical abilities with magical equipment, you can’t bridge the gap in reach or height.
Dorothea dodged the fist coming down from above with a cat-like agile movement.
As if performing acrobatics, she gracefully backflipped and then exhaled a breath of fire.
‘Salamander Klauen’
Flames shaped like sharp claws ravaged the space where I had been standing.
I avoided the sneak attack by blasting wind and twisted my body to slam my extended leg down toward the ground.
‘First Clear Wind’
Dorothea blocked the blade of wind shot from my foot head-on.
I didn’t miss the brief opening she showed and immediately created a sphere of wind in my hand.
It was a recently developed spell called Wind Orb.
I threw it with a time delay, and Dorothea, who had just dealt with the blade of wind, was startled when she noticed the Wind Orb.
But by the time she realized, it was already too late.
Kwang!!
The wind trapped inside the orb exploded, causing widespread damage to the surroundings.
“Tch! That’s cheating!”
Dorothea shouted as she emerged from the dust after the intense storm that made it hard to even open her eyes.
Thanks to the magical armor she was wearing, she didn’t seem to have taken much damage, but her clothes were torn here and there from the aftermath of the Wind Orb, leaving her in a precarious state.
I looked down at Dorothea and flicked her ear.
“If you don’t like it, then you fly around too.”
“Don’t act like you’re all that! Get down here! You jerk!”
Dorothea pointed at me from below with an angry expression.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked toward the horizon where the sun was setting.
‘It’s already evening.’
I had been lazing around in the morning with nothing to do, but the afternoon was quite busy.
After Ozma’s magic class, I was immediately dragged by Dorothea for a forced sparring session.
Anyway, since we’ve never really coordinated before, we need to get in sync, even if it’s like this.
Before Dorothea could say anything else, I voluntarily descended.
“Alright, let’s go eat before it gets any later.”
As I said that and patted her head, Dorothea got mad, saying, “Who do you think I am, a pet?” but she didn’t actually move her head away.
A perfect example of saying no with her mouth but being honest with her body.
I headed to the dining hall with Dorothea, who was surprisingly easy to handle, and found a lavish meal already prepared, likely by Camilla.
Ozma, who had started joining us for meals at some point, was already seated at the head of the table with a napkin around her neck.
“Did you just finish training?”
“Yes. She won’t be satisfied unless I fight her until she’s exhausted.”
Ozma’s hair was damp, as if she had finished training earlier and had some personal time.
On the other hand, Dorothea, who had just been sparring with me in the training ground, was covered in dust.
Looking back and forth at the stark contrast between the two, Dorothea, seemingly annoyed, kicked my shin.
“Ouch! I didn’t say anything!”
“Your face shows what you’re thinking.”
Ignoring my hopping around in pain, Dorothea sat in her usual spot and roughly wiped her face and hands with a wet towel.
Like her, I had come straight from the training ground to the dining hall, so when I sat down and wiped my hands with a wet towel, dirt dripped off.
After that, Camilla, who had been quietly standing to the side, served the food, and dinner began.
The demon tribe’s meals are like a Viking feast, with a large amount of food laid out at once, and you take as much as you want.
I personally liked that there were no unnecessary formalities, so it didn’t take as long as the meals of the kingdom’s nobility.
Dorothea, cutting into a large roast beef with balsamic sauce, suddenly asked.
“So, what’s the plan for tonight, Caldlasth?”
Ozma, who had been chewing on her salad, interjected as if she couldn’t let that slide.
“Wait, it was your turn yesterday. Why are you bringing it up again?”
Dorothea shamelessly smiled and shook the wine glass in her hand.
“No, it’s just that I drank too much and fell asleep waiting in bed. So, just let me have tonight, okay? Lady Ozma.”
“…Are you trying to pick a fight with me?”
“That wasn’t my intention. Oh, if it came off that way, I apologize.”
After I returned to the Demon King’s Castle, Ozma and Dorothea naturally realized they were rivals and made a peace agreement.
But a verbal peace can always be shaken, and this kind of tension between them was common at the dinner table.
It would be nice if they got along, but Ozma, with her stubborn, class-president-like personality, and Dorothea, with her rebellious style, were like oil and water, making it difficult.
Well, they’re equal in bed, though.
I put a small piece of duck meat in my mouth and said.
“Sorry, but I have a prior engagement tonight.”
The two, who had been bickering over whose turn it was, turned to look at me simultaneously.
“What? What engagement?”
“Since when did you have that?”
I shrugged and sneakily grabbed Camilla’s waist, who was serving the meal beside me.
Camilla, startled, widened her eyes as she was pulled into my arms.
In that position, I confidently declared to the two.
“Tonight, I promised to hold Camilla.”
[[#]]After dinner, Dorothea and Ozma grumbled as they returned to their rooms.
Dorothea actually suggested a threesome, but when I said it was her first time and declined, she said, “Ah, that’s fair,” and backed off.
“Then come to my room when you’re ready.”
“Okay.”
Normally, I’d have to serve until late at night, but since women need a lot of preparation, I sent Camilla back to her room a bit earlier than usual.
While Camilla went back to her room to get ready, I busily started decorating the room.
‘First, I’ll light some candles.’
Men are weak to visual stimulation, and women are weak to atmosphere.
So, preparing like this in advance helps create a romantic mood.
I placed candles by the window, on the floor, and on the table, then lit them.
The warm, faint light shining in the dark had the power to revive the dried-up emotions of modern people.
Then, I scattered rose petals I had picked from the sky garden yesterday on the floor and bed.
Unlike ordinary roses, the blue roses of the Demon King’s Castle were perfect for creating a mysterious atmosphere.
Next, I set up the wine glasses and bottle I had brought from the dining hall.
With that, all the preparations were complete.
I anxiously waited for Camilla to arrive while rinsing my mouth with a potion.
Potion usually has a mint flavor added to prevent children from mistaking it for a drink, so it’s also very effective at removing bad breath.
Spit!
I spat the potion out the window and checked my appearance one last time in the mirror.
Same hair, same clothes as usual, but with the lighting, I somehow looked more handsome.
I wanted to take a calming pill to overcome the tension, but unfortunately, there were no such pills in this world.
It’s not like it’s my first time with a woman, but it feels like I’ve gone back to being a virgin.
When was the last time I was this nervous in my life?
Just as I was anxiously waiting for Camilla to arrive, there was a knock at the door.
‘She’s here!’
I tried to sound as calm as possible and called out toward the door.
“Come in.”
Creak—
The tightly shut door opened, and in came Camilla, dressed in a thin nightgown.
Instead of her usual maid outfit, she was wearing a sheer silk nightgown that revealed her underwear—truly breathtaking.
As I couldn’t take my eyes off her mesmerizing figure, Camilla, seemingly embarrassed, lightly touched her cheek and asked.
“…Is something wrong?”
I quickly shook my head.
Relieved, Camilla brushed her chest, which was slightly raised, and with her blue eyes glowing in the dark, she stared at me quietly, then with a faint smile on her lips, she said.
“Shall we begin our night for two?”
