Dining room of Evanslei Holy grounds upper-division. 

"From now on and henceforth, inside this place, Evanslei Royal Palace, I’ll be your translator…" Two alien-like beings had their faces covered by a veil and talked in unison. "Let me see your hand."

Gevanni and Izuna showed their hands to the alien-like beings. 

"I see. In your world’s terms, I am of the same power as Sir Google Translator. Also, please call me anything you want as I don’t have such fancy tradition as a name."

I don’t know whether I cringe or laugh to make an impression. Gevanni thought inside his mind. Projecting himself laughing on the spot. 

"Pleased to meet your Mr. Translator. I’m the newly summoned being, Theo Ambrosia." With a stern face, Gevanni introduced himself.

"There are two places we must go to first. Afterward, I’ll be your tour."

 

"This is the first entrance towards Our Majesty’s throne. The knights at both sides belong to the noble house of Grimforst and the noble house of Farnosea D'Zereshaf. That’s why you can speak to your heart’s content, for they will understand you with absolute clarity." The alien-like being #1 hovers its hand, emphasizing the notable figures around.

"It means only the nobles and royal members can understand my language?" Gevanni asked.

"Yes. Although, there’s a change of plans. I’m supposed to bring you to the dressmaker first before making your first appearance to the Second Prince." The alien-like being no#2 made a ding sound that similar to a doorbell. 

That’s why I can’t even interact with the maids and members of their lower class of hierarchy. Gevanni reminiscences what happened earlier when Feomi Pencaster left them outside the dining room and wait for the translators.

 

Outside The King's 1st general assembly room. There are High royal guards at both sides. Completely adorned in gold and exclusive equipment known in Evanlsei. It's as if a hall dedicated to protect the doors. 

"Cursed demon! You’re in the presence of no other than, Prince Ernest Ranell Zaire Evanslei. Where are your manners?" The mysterious white-haired person from earlier shouted. 

"I’d say the same for you," Gevanni responded. 

"Bancroft Ethermason, at your service." The mysterious person bowed with a smirk on their face. 

Base from his body shape, clothes, and his position beside the Prince— He must be some sort of escort or influential person. What’s up with his or her deal anyway? I haven’t done anything yet.

Gevanni carefully analyzed.

"I refuse to offer my greetings to the country who attacked me first… I’m surprised that a Prince such as you could bear this ill-mannered dog." Gevanni said without a hint of hesitation.

"What the hell are you doing, Gevanni!?" Izuna murmured as she pinch Gevanni's thigh. 

"It’s natural that the sages will attack you, degenerate incarnate!" Bancroft fueled the intensity that lingers in that room. 

The high royal guards were alarmed but they are still standing like they were ordered to. 

Oh? It seems almost everywhere you’re hated Gevanni.

Gevanni heard a voice. He couldn't identify where it came from. 

For a moment, he traced it back to the grimoire he received from Izuna. 

"To see such face of a traitor is quite mundane for me to speak whose identity stepped down into a mere guest. We’re solely wasting our energy...  There is one thing to prevent your hostility towards the Royals. Bancroft let’s start it."

It is clear on the face of the Prince that he also hated the demons, Gevanni and Izuna. In an instant, intricate and numerous magic sigils floated in the air. 

"Creation magic, Epsilon’s Prison!"

A barrier and binding spell, huh? Gevanni assumed. 

"I can't dispel this magic nor save you, Gevanni! I might die if I use my remaining mana!" Izuna wanted to say but she kept this into her mind as she sees these moments.

"Royal Magic Arts Series, with the weeping tears of God, thou shall discard thy malicious intent—The blessing of The Royal Majesty, Epsilon’s Prison!"

A hollowed golden slave collar was formed around Gevanni's neck. 

Impossible!? Our world's knowledge is present here!?

Gevanni acted surprised not by the fact that he was forced to be into a slave but rather it's possible for otherworldly knowledge to be contributed to this world.

[Magic description of the skill.]

What’s going on. Why I can’t see his face or rather its glitching and I can hear the eerie noise.

Gevanni thought. 

"My Prince, I know that His Majesty would not be satisfied with this. I suggest you use the other one too." Bancroft suggested and Gevanni couldn't see his face anymore.

[Magic description. Chains were formed around the slave collar.]

Both Gevanni and Izuna has slave collars and royal chains of security. 

Golden chains, huh? Not only they attacked me, they want me to become a slave as well.

Fueled by temporary anger, Gevanni stared at Bancroft and the Prince fiercely. 

"Sir Theo, think of this as your protection. Although, this magic only prevents you to cast skills towards humans. Normally, someone like you would be accused of treason. However, you don’t belong to any nation or race even if you do resemble a part of demon and human lineage, be at ease, this kingdom will do nothing." The alien-like being #1 tried to calm Gevanni. 

"Great Translator, I know you’re being neutral to any party but above else, you’re supposed to watch your words in front of us." Professor Bancroft commanded.

"I'm terribly sorry Sir Bancroft, for I, couldn’t express my apologies since this is part of King Nicholas’ contract. He believes that anyone should be treated with equity. After all, he believed that all races can co-exist if there is mutual understanding." 

Bancroft sighed in disappointment upon hearing the translator's statement. 

"Great Translator, are you heading to the dressmaker?" The prince asked. Completely discarding Gevanni's emotions.

"Yes, Prince Ernest. In fact, we should make haste since the meeting with The King and summoned beings is being held tomorrow." Both Alien-like beings no#1 and no#2 said in unison. 

"Give her my greetings and tell her to make the best of her best under my name so that this young man won’t embarrass himself." The prince asked out of courtesy.

"We understood." Both Alien-like beings no#1 and no#2 said in unison. They then escort Gevanni and Izuna towards the Dressmaker's room.

As soon as they left the place, The prince almost fell down. 

"Are you fine, my Prince?" Bancroft caught him and asked the prince.

"Just like the Legends, his presence alone is in fact and undoubtedly terrifying. Aren’t you scared as well?" The Prince's face gone white. He's shaking.

"If the Prince could feel it so I am. Even though it’s been ages since I witnessed Arkzell’s power, I feel this Cursed Demon is almost equal to him." Bancroft wearily commented. 

"That mana aura is tremendously strong. Ever since he appeared in this room, the knights were trying to withstand their madness. I wonder how much despair did he struggle to achieve that?" The Prince pondered.

Both Bancroft and the Prince remembered the terrifying aura that Gevanni emits. However, Izuna has little to nothing. 

"There would be no answer other than… Reincarnation. He must’ve died as many times than what we can imagine. After all, The Angels of Principality from Ciel Rochieren punished him for almost 10,000 years consistently." Bancroft concluded. 

A painting above that hall depicting reincarnation.

"It means we’re lucky enough that his real power is not awakened yet." The Prince agreed. He and Bancroft nodded. 

"Bancroft, I order you to create theories on how that cursed demon would likely destroy our kingdom. Also, do this in absolute secrecy and let this information available only to the Tears of God’s Plate."

"I’ve been waiting for this day to pick the fruits of my research! With all of my being, I thank you, my Prince."

"I’m merely my Father’s errand boy. I don’t deserve your thanks. Also, I never knew He would take this too seriously as if he’s planning a step ahead of his enemy."

"Of course, his name is no joke. After all, he bears the strength of his fallen comrades... It seems I’m saying too much. I’d like to take my leave and work now, my Prince. Farewell." Bancroft bowed as he left the place.

"My parents. Bancroft and even the ones who I consider being the closest to me… Why are they revealing hints of their truths just because this cursed demon appeared?" The Prince pondered as he stared in space. It took a while for him to think about what to do next.

"My dear Royal knights, I thank you for granting my selfish request as to witness me speak with the cursed demon head-on. I applaud each one of you for remaining standing! Be proud of yourselves that no one in this room died with his presence!"

All of the knights in that room offered their applause.

 

PART II

 

Alien-like being no.2 stopped for a moment. 

"There is a change of plans, Ms. Izuna. Her Majesty would like to meet you in private."

"I guess we will part ways. See ya tomorrow, Eu-ge-ne~"

In that intersection, Izuna and her escort went to left path while Gevanni and his escort just went straight ahead. 

Those glass panels place above the intersection... They look too modern compared to the architecture around it. I wonder how ahead is the technology in this era? Gevanni thought.

"Ah~!!! I'm late! Shit! Huff* Huff* Wait— I think I know him. Nah! Forget it!"

A young lady blazed through the halls. She ran past Gevanni and Alien-like being no.1. 

"Phew* I almost spilled my coffee" 

She ran incredibly fast despite the gigantic scissors on her back. Seriously, do the girls here are required to workout or something? Gevanni pondered. 

As usual, the maids dressed in stylized Victorian-like dress put up a disgusted face into Gevanni while they opened the doors for him and alien-like being no.1.

Alien-like being no.1 translated what Gevanni just murmured. "Excuse me. The majesty told me to meet you."

It is the same young lady that ran past Gevanni earlier. She's sitting on some sort of intricate device that consists mostly gears. In front of her looks like a well crafted clothing blueprint. 

"Ah! Yes, yes, yes! You are a demon. However, as a person who yearns for true customer fairness...", the dressmaker flips her pen with a grin on her face. "Don’t worry and start stripping!"

Alien-like being no.1 face-palmed. It hovered its hand into Gevanni's head. What she just said were translated into English. 

The dressmaker couldn't help it. She left her seat and start using her fingers imitate a camera lens as she thoroughly look at Gevanni's flustered face. 

The dressmaker rushed towards Gevanni and held his hand as she watched at his crotch.

"Hey, my eyes are up here... Ah... I forgot everyone who's not a royal blood can understand the other world's language."

 

"Oh. I'm sweaty. Sorry about that."

Gevanni handed his napkin and the dressmaker wiped her face and some of the sweat that fell into her bosoms. 

"Hey~~! Get naked already!"

The dressmaker bends her body forward. 

"Sir Theo, I shall wait for you outside."

"How am I supposed to talk to her?" 

"Be at ease, Sir Theo. That kind of power is above my limits. Luckily, she knows what a person would likely to say." 

Alien-like being no.1 bowed and quickly left the place. 

"And then!", the dressmaker tilted her head to the side, "Your next line is... Let’s start already." 

"Let’s start already. Wait, what!? Impossible? A direct reference!? No way that’s a coincidence!"

"Are you a baby that needs to be pampered? Why is your face so red?"

When the dressmaker took out Gevanni's coat, she stopped and tapped Gevanni's shoulder. She writes a star on the air using her finger.

"What!? The star tattoo as well!? Wait— She’s just messing with me!"

The dressmaker couldn't help but to let her suppressed chuckles to let out. However, once she quickly removed Gevanni's top— Her chuckles stopped.

Gevanni's entire body is full of scars. He then touched his chest and reminisced his past. He survived an accident where he was hit by a truck and was sent flying. 

In hopes to cheer up Gevanni, the dressmaker quickly changed the topic. 

"You must be some sort of amazing person, huh? I don’t even understand why some start collapsing. Although, it’s not my job to tend them!"

She then measured every part of Gevanni's body. 

"Eh~~ Surprisingly, you have slender body and one might mistake you for a woman, but your muscles are firm. With this kind of training, don’t tell me—Wanking!?"

Gevanni face-palmed.

"Ah! Before I forget! I need to touch your butt— I mean your tail! It would be a problem if you rip your clothes."

The dressmaker is a pervert. Yes, she's a pervert. That's my label to her. If I resist, this would take forever. Yep, she's such a pervert.

This line of thought keeps on repeating inside Gevanni's mind.

"Oh, oh, oh! Is it fine if I touch your crotch too? You know demons don’t have penises, but they do it instead with their tails." 

"What the hell are you saying so indecently!?" 

Gevanni shouted and it made the dressmaker pout.

"Why~? Are you that dense that you don’t even know how your body works? Oh? Oh? Oh!? What a naughty demon. You like your partner to be forceful, huh?"

Gevanni blushes as he crosses his arm over the another.

"S-shut up! Just finish this damn thing!"

This is why I get always confused when someone is so pushy and start teasing me. Gevanni thought.

The dressmaker shakes her head.

"Business-like attire won’t fit at you at all. Hmm… You’ve got interesting clothes. Let’s based it from that!" 

The dressmaker quickly went into her special seat. 

"It’s my first to do this kind of design. Using jougs and tail as an accessory."

She instantly a produced numerous variations of clothes and Gevanni saw the whole process.

"Is that my outfit? Looks classy but I don’t have any money."

Gevanni asked.

The Dressmaker coughs discreetly. She then improves the current version that will fit best to Gevanni.

"Finished! Just sit anywhere you want. If you’d like, you’ll let me sit on your lap… I’m just kidding! That was the joke, right? At least, I removed your scary face ever since you’ve entered here."

Shit! I glared subconsciously. Gevanni thought.

An artisan and dressmaker… In Herscheim, you can have only three classes. It’s impossible to have a closely related class to each other. I might have encountered a bug in this world.

Normally, players don’t like this job as their main, but her skills are truly amazing. Three pairs of tops and bottoms in just 15 minutes.

She’s just altering a used clothing for me use. Isn’t she cheating!?

"I want to request something… umm… What’s your name?"

Gevanni politely asked.

"Oops, oops, oops! There’s no need to say my name! Although, you won’t remember it. Ah, well, keep this mind, okay? I can’t use any magic!"

With a deep sigh, Gevanni thinks, "I hope she understands me."

"Dressmaker-san, can you make me customized clothes like casual? Something that keeps me warm even in the mountains. Also, if possible, can you ask others to make it into a magic item that slightly alters my appearance?"

The dressmaker tilts her head as if she didn't know what Gevanni just said.

As expected, she won’t understand. Although, embarrassing I have to do that. 

Gevanni displayed an innocent laugh. The dresmaker laughs too.

"Thank you for the laughs! I didn’t expect you’d really do that. Oh! That’s right! I forgot to tell you that I’m quite the person who likes to observe people. You already gave me a hint when you keep on glancing outside and testing your new clothes." 

"I-I’m leaving now!"

The dressmaker waves her hands away as Gevanni leaves the place. 

。。。。。。 

Rare flora and fauna surrounded this place and was carefully designed to emphasize the great view of Mana Essenther Mountains. There are no walls but every corner are covered with gigantic glass panels. 

At the middle, lies what seems to be a functional lift powered by magic. 

The magic stones that powers the lift stopped glowing. A figure came out from the doors. 

A white-haired little young girl clad in jet-black clothes. She emanates an aura similar to a soldier who fought countless war throughout her soulless eyes. 

"Welcome to the west wing--"

She was interrupted by Izuna by holding her hands immediately. 

"Hey, what grade are you?" 

Izuna asked happily.

"This is why I don't like this job." 

The young girl stood firmly while she let Izuna play with her face. 

"Ms. Horim please do not say such vile words in front of our guest. Remember, today is only temporary." 

Alien-like being no.2 suggested. It made the little girl sighed in relief. 

“Fine. I’ll bear it.” 

"Edgy Tanya from another world! No, maybe Edgy Neptune?" 

Both Horim and the Great Translator were silent for a moment. What Izuna said truly made them caught off guard. To them, Izuna spoke fast and wonder if its some sort of a curse or a magic spell. 

"Sorry. It's just a random thing I want to say. Hehehe~"

They all went inside the lift. Some sort of engine sound whirled and the magic stone glows.

There is only 2 levels. One is the ground level where you can see the flora and fauna that emphasizes the view outside. Two is where the rest of the Sky Garden lies. However, the distance between each other is estimated to be 400 feet. 

As the lift ascends, the flora and fauna becomes scattered and floating mid-air. 

“Don't act like dumb, Demon.”

With a serious tone, Horim insisted.

”Basically, I'm dumb because I know nothing in this world.”

Izuna commented with ease.

“You're right. Ack! For Evanslei's sake, what the hell is wrong with you!?”

Horim stomped her feet and pointed her finger near to Izuna’s face.

”Technically, I'm in the wrong since we are labeled as demons, right?”

Again, Izuna commented with ease. The Great Translator noticed this and tried to stop fueling the rage between each other. 

“Calm down, both of you. Your acts put a disgrace into your age.”

It made both of them to behave properly. They didn’t batter an eye to one another for a while. The second level is almost there. 

“Hmpnh! For a shorty, what's your real age?”

Horim asked.

“Be glad you're allowed to hear my private information. Izuna Estella, a 107 year old demoness. A direct descendant of the Eustace’s.”

With a smug on her face, Izuna boldly replied.

The Great Translator murmured on its own.

“The most powerful demon lineage in world six. Impossible. Does she serve the Almighty Lord Daerrougen!?”

Izuna and Horim is still competing to each other by staring for a long time.

”Half-vampire Half-human, Horim Asphye...” 

Horim stopped mid-way.

Too eager to know, Izuna’s eyes are on fire. It’s as if she already knew she won the battle of some sort. 

“What's the matter? Hoorah~“

Izuna tried to poke Horim’s sides.

”1...1...1... 105! Geez!” 

Horim shouted as she let a tear flow into her face out of embarrassment. Amongst vampires, whoever is the oldest, they have to respect and follow their orders without questions. Especially since they are also affiliated with the Demons.

”Yes!!! I won.” 

Izuna smiled happily and hopped like she won a hard fought battle. 

“Ahem! Her majesty is waiting for us”

Horim cleared her throat as she escorted Izuna deeper into the Sky Garden Level 2 while the Great Translator no.2 bows, leaves, and used the lift to descend.

This place... It reminds me of the old Arcana Magistoire. The sky garden of Sir gerouche’s ancestors.  No. Someone here definitely have a connection to the arcana magistoire. I suppose Ill ask Lady Monarelle if I gather enough evidence. 

Izuna thought. She’s making assumptions whether a possible cursed grimoire master is in vicinity or a new generation of representative of Arcana Magistoire in training. 

“We are at the presence of her majesty, Queen Bethysia Astervan Bellafiona Sullyvan Evanslei... Salute!”

Both Izuna and Horim saluted in unison. They were practicing this ever since they first entered into the lift.

“Horim, reporting. Ever since Theo and Izuna arrived the palace, I detected little to no disturbance into their mana auras. Izuna’s Mana Stability percentage: 98%. Theo’s Mana Stability percentage...”

Even if there’s a magical barrier that separates the Queen and her visitors, she can sense the real emotions being displayed into their hearts. Horim being nervous and worried. Izuna being calm and curious. 

“Is there  troubling you, my Great Hero?”

”15%. Despite the low percentage, he shows no corruption and still maintain his sanity. Its as if he’s similar to a human with closet psychopathy.”

“Not as a demon, yes?”

”It is what you assume, Her majesty.”

“It would be problematic if we keep on repairing the collateral damages caused by our new heroes. That reminds me Horim of your first training with Celfeith. Do you mind if I also share with Izuna?”

”Y-yes. I dont mind.”

Both of the Great Translators arrived into Sky Garden. They walked and handed out different documents to the Queen in unison.

"Let's save it for next time."

The Queen quickly skims through the documents. She set aside the following:

Emergence of the Kraken at the Western Southwest Oceans by Overseer Kal Drietch Tuar. 

Unusual changes to the behavior of Wyvern and Dragons near to the Mana Essenther Mountains by the Hunter’s Guild. 

Follow up report to the summoning heroes from another world by the Royal Knights. 

List of successful explorations to the other world by Earl Leonardo. 

Decaying of old Dungeons and evolving into legendary-class threat Colossal Somas by Prince Arkzell. 

"Izuna Estella. Answer truthfully to my question. Do you believe that humans can achieve the impossible?"

"Just like magic, reality can be altered according to our needs. Only those who pursuit the ends of their desires and accept its consequences... can change the world." 

The Queen subtly nods and Horim analyzed Izuna again.

"Impossible. The reason why her mana is so low is because she compressed it!?" 

Horim is not only shocked because Izuna can do that but the fact that skill is possible to learn other than in this world. 

"Indeed. Compressed Magic is the most dangerous to cast for humans but to destroy the summoning tower into ruins without killing anyone... You nor Theo has the power to do that."

The Queen commented. 

"As expected of her majesty. She explained it clearly when she only have minimal details and only observing their Mana Auras."

Horim murmured.

Out of curiosity, Izuna peeked through the barriers after barriers of the Queen. After a while, she managed to see her real Mana Aura.

This Queen. Impossible. It can’t be. The number of sigils... is almost the same as Mother! There’s no way Gevanni can fight her! 

Izuna thought. 

"Great translator I thank you for the efforts you've done today."

The alien-like beings bowed and when they're about to leave, The Queen raised her hand. They nodded and went deeper into the Sky Garden instead.

"Horim escort her to the ladies dorm. Give her the available. The  special one."

The Queen stood out from her seat.

"Are you kidding me? She's going to live next to my room!?..." Realizing how serious this situation is judging from the Queen's eyes, Horim immediately set aside her own emotions. "I'm terribly sorry to display such a rude behavior, Her Majesty. Yes, I will accompany her and make sure she's living without any danger." 

The Queen walks towards to Horim. 

"Do not falter. Izuna is not a capable of a spy nor know any complex magic. After all, she didn't know yet that I planted ‘it’ inside her"

The Queen smiled as she pats the head of Horim. Afterwards, The Queen followed the Great Translators deeper into the Sky Garden.

"Hey, why are you so quiet? Stop avoiding me."

Izuna pouts.

"Okay, fine! I'm sorry!" 

"What the heck are you doing? I'm sleeping with eyes opened. You, dumb Demon!"

Izuna immediately whistles. 

"Thanks for the ride as usual, Madame Wallace."

"My pleasure."

Izuna offered her hand to Madame Wallace. As expected, she hesitated for a moment. However, she looked again to Izuna thoroughly. She then gave a firm handshake.

Izuna smiles in joy. It's the first human who aren't disgusted to a presence of a demon.

"What the heck are you even doing, dumb Demon? Let's go!" 

Horim shouted while she sits at the side of the water fountain. 

I'm truly back into the magical world...again. Staying at the human world. No, it's too early to think about it. I need to recover my original power before I can meet Mother Euphrasia.

Izuna thought. 

"This. This is not what I imagined!!! I thought I'll be pairing up with magical girls but look at them!"

The dorm is filled with late 20's to 30's women. None of them looked as part of the royalty but they are highly respected students of Advent Mogarellia. A Magic institution directed by the Queen herself. 

"Be glad that you have fellow Christmas cakes."

Gevanni said from a distance.

"That pretentious voice who loves to insult me... What are you doing here!?"

"What are you shouting for, you damn orangutan!" 

"Well, are you done with the dressmaker?"

"It seems we both have different dressmakers, huh? Anyways, I'm just walking around."

"With no escort?" 

Horim interrupted.

"Oh? I'm surprised you managed to build a friendship with your classmate. Look at you. You're so close together."

Gevanni giggled. 

"We're not grade schoolers!"

Horim and Izuna shouted in unison. 

"Ah. They're here now. Gotta go." 

Gevanni runs away from that place.

That slightly pointy ears and white hair. It looks like she's a different breed of Elves. Horim. I see. She's one of the four great heroes... If only I could peek another character's profile... I mean sense their mana auras, it will help me a lot. Whether if that being is a threat or a prey. 

Gevanni thought. 

"There you are, Great Hero!" 

A bunch of Royal Knights tried to catch their breath while speaking to Ms. Horim. One even collapsed. 

"What happened?... That Demon also loves to mess up things."

"He said he wants to play Tag to test our physical abilities but he's too fast!"

"Interesting. He's running at an average of 35-40 miles per hour. Also, he has already complete control of his tail. His body is stabilized even in the sharpest corners." 

Horim thought with great caution. 

"Boost of Swiftness... Hunter's Drive..."

Different Magic sigils showed from both air and ground around Horim.

"Duality of Magic, Trail Chaser!" 

Horim left without a trace except for sparks.  

"There they go... Ah~ I'm tired. I think my room number is..." 

And then, there's Izuna who is uninterested and just went to her dorm.