Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Woo-"

The melodious whistle sounded continuously.

The carriage started again with a slight tremor.

After driving out of the station, although the thick fog still did not dissipate, a rainbow-like orange river began to appear in the distance.

It was the train traveling too fast, causing the fleeting light to remain as an illusion in the retina.

They gradually dissipated after the train officially switched tracks and moved away from the city.

The receding scenery also became thinner, leaving only the darkness composed of continuous shadows. Compared with the warm and bright lights indoors, it was like two worlds.

If you look out the window from inside the car at this moment, the passengers inside may have the illusion that they are falling into the abyss.

However, even if there is no room to enjoy the scenery, the magician in the carriage still understands this feeling.

Looking at the two women and one man standing in the center of the carriage.

Olga Marie and Caleb, who were beside the person involved, caught the moment of shaking when the car started, and lowered their heads as an excuse.

The other magicians naturally did not dare to say anything, and even gave up the idea of ​​watching the fun.

Roland's response was quite appropriate. Using the excuse of being with someone to refuse the invitation was a clear answer.

But...it's also about scoring timing and identity.

It is true that the waiter who can follow the living saint will not be an ordinary person.

But in front of Lorelaia, who rules the clock tower and will give a certain amount of respect even to the heretical burial institutions, it is obviously incomparable.

Roland's behavior was like holding the hand of the maid next to him when facing the princess's invitation to dance at a ball.

An excessively large identity gap will cause onlookers to unconsciously compare the two parties, thereby distorting the original nature of the matter.

In an isekai light novel, the classic plot of watching a noble or princess take this as an insult and get furious, and the chosen maid secretly makes a secret wish would be played out.

That's what happened.

Magicians with keen observation skills have already noticed that there have been obvious fluctuations in the red pupils of the cute little maid who had remained unmoved in the face of the successive big shots.

It was as if his thoughts were completely confused and he couldn't tell the difference between north and south.

In a sense, this statement cannot be wrong.

At this moment, Alte Luci was trying her best to restrain her complicated thoughts with reason.

After all...if she didn't control herself here, I'm afraid she would be eager to give Roland a headbutt of love in the next moment.

Under the pretext of doing her best, he still made her put on the maid uniform half-heartedly.

Looking at it now, Roland probably had already thought of using her as a shield when he encountered someone in trouble.

No wonder this guy always acted so confident, it turns out he was playing this trick with her!

That bastard!

But no matter how angry she was in her heart, facing Barthemero, an enemy with no possibility of compromise, Miss Kurohime could only put on a look that was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, as if she really was this kind of iceberg maid. Same role.

In order to increase the reliability of her words, she even tightened Roland's arm around her slightly, so that the other party could more clearly feel the touch of the groove under the maid costume.

At this distance, Roland's nose was lingering with the girl's faint fragrance.

From the atmosphere, it looked like a cold maid who was not good at expressing herself was expressing her inner feelings in a clumsy way.

The Queen of the Clock Tower looked at the maid that Roland pushed in front of her, and there was indeed a blank look on her face.

With her status, she didn't need to use tactful words to express her will. Even if she was the same monarch, the girl would give orders without politeness.

Therefore, taking the initiative to strike up a conversation with others is an unfamiliar and strange action for Lorelaia, and she has never encountered being rejected in this way.

But as a being that is far more noble than the princess in reality, she will not be affected by the outside world's opinions at all, and feels that it is an insult or something.

Although she felt a little embarrassed after understanding the atmosphere, the girl quickly adjusted her mentality.

"That's really a pity. In that case, please enjoy this journey."

Lorelaia nodded slightly and answered neatly.

After giving a slight greeting to Eltrucci, she turned around and left with her leather boots on.

March forward like the wind, without any hesitation or nostalgia.

Wait...just leave like this?

Such a chic and solemn gesture made Miss Heiji, who was already ready to turn against her and take action, look askance.

Even she couldn't treat Lorelaia's strength and power lightly.

The opponent is famous for only pursuing absolute strength, not special abilities.

Therefore, unless the purpose is crusade, this train, which attracts countless magicians and can be sold for a sky-high price with just an invitation, means nothing to her.

But she personally admitted that the purpose was not this train, and she had no interest in Roland's hidden nature behind the saint. As far as a magician was concerned, this performance was actually a bit subtle.

In other words, is there a more important reason that overrides these two purposes?

Elterluqi's mind was running rapidly, and doubts emerged from her heart one after another.

But now is obviously not a good time to be thinking about such things.

The girl glanced at Roland beside her. Although she didn't get so close to him after Lorelaya left, if the change was too abrupt, it would only make her look more suspicious and make all the previous sacrifices go to waste.

There were still many passengers nearby, so Altluchi could only maintain the appearance of loving each other while secretly staring at her master with dangerous eyes.

Because Lorelaya had just walked out of the carriage, no magician dared to leave first for a while. After all, Olga Marie's lingering fear and the fact that she hadn't recovered yet were a lesson for her.

When the atmosphere was about to stagnate again, the real savior finally appeared.

A thin man in a black work uniform opened the door of the carriage and walked in.

"Thank you all for coming. I am the conductor of this train, Rodin."

He glanced at the silver pocket watch in his hand and said in a flat voice.

"The magic eye collection train has departed on time. In the next three days, this train will go around the Land of Mist and return to London. During this period, please enjoy the magic eyes on display and wait for the auction on the third day."

"The magic eyes you bid can be kept by the guests themselves, or we can transplant them for you immediately - this will not take too much time. Guests who want to sell magic eyes, please go to our work area before dusk on the third day, or you can directly explain your needs to me."

At this point, as if knowing everyone's concerns, Rodin cleared his throat.

"Ms. Lorelaia has followed our staff to the guest room first. Next, please let me introduce the location of the guest room to you."

This link is almost what the magicians who have long wanted to escape from here are looking forward to.

In a short period of time, in the excitement of several times hanging by a thread, these magicians who usually always do their own thing, now behave like elementary school students following their teacher, line up in an orderly manner, and follow Rodin's guidance to the arranged guest room.

Rodin obviously knew the reason for this phenomenon, and led Roland to a relatively backward position.

Thanks to the fact that many invitations were issued anonymously, the standard of the guest rooms was unified, so such a convenient decision could be made temporarily.

Although the standard was unified, because there was no pursuit of passenger capacity, there were only two or three guest rooms in a train section. In addition to the area expanded by the alien world, the guest rooms were still quite spacious.

The reception table composed of high-end sofas and tables and chairs, the wardrobe that was half the width of the door, the bathroom in the corner, and the windows were also made of fine velvet and had excellent light-blocking curtains.

The small gas lamps on both sides of the ceiling and the wall were enough to illuminate the entire room, but they did not appear dazzling.

Even from Roland's current perspective, the room could not be called shabby. Considering the width of the train, it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as luxurious.

If there was only one thing he was dissatisfied with, it would probably be the three single beds.

After all, this train was not a hotel, and there would be no special large beds. It would only be prepared according to the premise that one invitation letter corresponded to three places.

However, this is not a bad thing.

Putting two beds together can be used just as well, and the remaining one can be used in case of emergency, so as to separate wet and dry areas...

"Bang!"

The sound of the door slamming shut interrupted Roland's reverie.

"There's no need to be so nervous, you should have felt it."

Looking at Altluqi, who was turning around at the door and finally confirmed that there were no surveillance measures, Roland said helplessly.

"Although there may be some defensive measures inside, this barrier does not contain any surveillance. Even if there is, I will not allow anyone other than girls to peek... Uh!"

A slender foot wearing leather shoes stepped hard on Roland's instep, interrupting his words.

Then came the panicked cry of the white little beast.

Alltluqi mercilessly grabbed Fufu, who had accompanied Roland to watch the excitement for a while, and squeezed her in her hands like a ball, and then smashed little Fufu directly against the wall.

After watching it spread into a ball and slowly slide down the wall, she snorted coldly and retracted her gaze.

During this process, the girl did not forget to slightly lift her toes and twist the heels of her shoes under stress.

Although Roland's physical fitness, if it was just a conventional energy attack, he would have reached the point where he could withstand the Big Bang without any damage, just like Nobita Nobi, but he did not lose his sense of pain.

After all, it is a very dangerous behavior to dull your senses along with the increase of strength.

This will not only lead to hidden dangers that the enemy will take advantage of you in battle without knowing it, but it may also break the world like a spider web because of a careless move.

However, although Altluqi seemed to have tried her best, with the strength of a fourteen-year-old girl, Roland felt more of a strange numbness than pain.

"What are you doing... Are you acting like a spoiled child?"

Altluqi looked at Roland with an innocent face and couldn't help but feel his veins jumping.

How could this behavior mean acting like a spoiled child!

"How dare you say that! You spoke so righteously before getting on the car, and warned me to hide well, so that I wouldn't need to use force to hide later."

"In the end, you chatted and laughed with the monarch's daughter, and you pushed me in front of Lorelaia. You planned this!"

Because when she doesn't use her power, her state will be infinitely close to that of an ordinary girl. After she finished speaking while stepping on Roland's feet with all her strength, Miss Heiji was already a little out of breath.

Her originally neat bangs were a little messy, and her deep pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of water vapor, with a lovely haziness.

Despite this, the anger in her eyes was indeed real.

When facing Lorelaia, because it was impossible to bet all her plans and safety on her acting skills, Artluqi was forced to use her power to suppress her presence.

"It's better to be with her for the next few days than to be with her for a while, which would be worse for you, wouldn't it?"

"In such a long time, even if she didn't remember it for a while, with Lorelaia's sensitivity, she would sooner or later notice the abnormality. Strictly speaking, this should be called a win-win situation for us."

Since it was indeed a temporary idea with the intention of playing a prank, Roland had no intention of arguing, but he still refuted Heiji's argument that he was a conspirator.

"Win-win? I think you win twice!"

Hearing this word, Arteluqi became even more furious.

"You are just the one who enjoys it, and you are not the one who pays the price!"

"If this is the way, I don't mind paying you the price..."

Roland blinked and said righteously.

However, Arteluqi just looked at him coldly and silently rejected the proposal.

Suddenly, just when the girl was about to continue to vent her anger in such a painless way, her body suddenly stiffened.

"What's wrong?"

Roland asked in confusion.

However, before Arteluqi opened her mouth, he understood the reason.

--It's time to pay the price.

Miss Heiji, who was still angry just now, stopped her action and took off her leather boots.

After noticing Roland's subtle eyes, Arteluqi, who was like a doll in costume, immediately flushed brightly, and wanted to kick Roland a few more times.

However, at the same time as this thought arose,

"Huh?"

In the surprised eyes of Altuluqi, her feet instantly returned to control, and she quickly executed the order and stepped on Roland's calf.

And——

"...The price has been reduced?"

Kuroji's eyes became more and more strange.

Feeling the contract that was not shaken at all, she quickly understood everything.

The judgment of the price was originally very vague, and there were no clear terms.

The specific payment method should be combined with the desires and acceptance of both parties at that time.

As long as her actions are within this range, she will not be forced to lose control of her body. Otherwise, everything she does will be as mechanical as a puppet, which will lack a lot of fun.

And since this action meets the requirements of the range, that is to say...

"Hehe, I finally found your handle, Master?"

There was a hint of ridicule in the girl's expression.

"The weakness of the contract is not the clause itself, but the person who signed it. I didn't expect that I, who was defeated by this reason before, would be able to turn the tables because of it."

"Now, we are barely equal. From now on, you must stop those actions that deliberately tease me."

Alterluqi even changed her self-proclaimed name, looking very complacent.

"Otherwise, I can only let you taste the lesson of being trampled under the feet of a girl..."

However--

"Okay."

Roland nodded and interrupted Heiji's words.

"...What did you just say?"

"I said okay, isn't this exactly what you want?"

Roland said seriously.

"Hey... Hey! You are obviously a strong man who can rival the power of restraint, don't you have any self-esteem?"

Heiji looked like she was disappointed in him.

"What are you talking about? If you don't want to do something but are forced to do it, then you have no self-esteem. You can do whatever you want. This is my original intention to become stronger."

"That's what I said... but there is something wrong!"

Although she threatened Roland in this way, it didn't mean that the girl was really interested in it. It was just a catchphrase to express her contempt.

"In short, it's decided. It just so happens that the price you pay for using your power to cover up your breath is about the same."

Roland skillfully grasped the slender feet of Arteluqi wrapped in black silk.

The round toes and the elegant arch of the foot are slender, but they are still sensual. The warmth of the skin and the silky touch of the stockings keep rushing over, like a piece of art that you can't put down.

"Woo wow!"

Seeing Roland's calm look, Arteluqi panicked and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But the moment she had the idea of ​​resisting, the contract took over her body again.

In a corner that she had not noticed, Fufu, who was pretending to be dead, quietly turned over, turned her face with her paws, and stared at the owner on the single bed with curious eyes.

"Fufu..."

Amid the screams of the little beast, the figures of the two suddenly overlapped. (End of this chapter)