Evelia could not let Marbas, who had been happily wielding his sword at her, get away with it.

It was not in the nature of the Artina Knights to pass up a rare opportunity to face a highranking demon.

Marbas, fundamentally a demon with a strong competitive spirit.

He didn’t feel like facing such a tiny peanut, but he was intrigued by Alek, who was brazenly brandishing his wooden sword in front of him. Marbas raised his lips refreshingly and asked.

“Shall we have a match?”

“I would consider it an honor.”

Any swordsman who had reached a certain level naturally felt the urge to challenge a strong opponent when one stood before him. Alek was no exception, having risen through the ranks by defeating many strong opponents within the Artina Knights.

“Those Artina Knights, all talk. Show me your real sword, kid.”

Despite his expression of annoyance, there was a glint in Marbas’s eyes.

Alek was a rare dualsword wielder. His sturdy body, the refined energy emanating from him, all parts that make up a man, things that can never be possessed unless one has experienced countless life and death situations.

‘This might be quite fun.’

In the training field where only a little sand had splashed when Evelia stepped on it, a significant amount of dust was being kicked up, and a thunderous sound that couldn’t be described as the sound of swords clashing echoed.

“Disappointing if that’s all you got, demon.”

“Nonsense. If you want to face a real sword, you should have brought Hugo Artina!”

“Do not dare to mention my Lord’s name in vain.”

Between the thunderous noises, the provocations of Alek and the demon were added. And then.

“Oh my bread.”

For Evelia, the preservation of the snacks that were to be sacrificed to the dust was of the utmost importance.

Evelia picked up one of the muffins that had been on the tray and went to the stone steps to find a place to sit.

Agares also followed her without a word, his hands full of bread to give to his little friend.

Although she wanted to capture Alek and the grass demon’s fierce battle with her eyes, it was too fast to see clearly. Feeling awkward, Evelia shifted her attention, excusing herself that her eyes were dimming as she got older.

“Hey bunny, what’s the name of this mansion?”

“Do you need that?”

When Agares tilted his head slightly, Evelia nodded at once. If it was a grand mansion, it should have a name that will be remembered in history. As soon as the little friend affirmed, Agares immediately suggested.

“You name it.”

Since this mansion was built solely for the little friend, it seemed fair that the owner should name the mansion.

“Okay! I am a professional when it comes to naming… pro… pro…”

“Professional.”

“Yes, that’s it. I always get confused with that word. I know all the other words now.”

“It’s a difficult word, so it’s understandable to get confused.”

Despite claiming to have a professional touch in naming, she named a teddy bear ‘Bearchi’, a chick doll ‘Chickchi’, a shark doll ‘Sharkchi’, and even called him a rabbit. It wasn’t a very credible claim.

Despite this, the demon nodded his head calmly. To Agares, Bearchi, Chickchi, and Sharkchi all seemed cute.

Even if the little friend called him ‘Archi’, it would be more precious to him than any word in the world.

“Hmm, what would be good.”

Evelia bit into the croissant that Agares handed her, filling her mouth, as she pondered. The taste of the croissant, spreading with the savory aroma of butter, was ecstatic, but she tried to keep her composure.

Agares did not rush her and kept silent. He cast a faint purple shield to prevent the dust flying from the intense confrontation between the mad dogs and his subordinates from touching the little friend and her bread.

‘The name of the mansion, the name of the mansion. A cool and good name.’

Evelia tilted her head.

‘Since the snobbish grass lives here, the house of the glowing grass?’

Oh, no, puhuh. She had a negative thought. She didn’t want to include that nasty grass in the mansion’s name.

‘Um, I’m Eve, and the bunny is As…’

Evelia’s eyes sparkled as she raised her head.

“Ah! I got a great idea!”

While she was thinking, the chocolate on the croissant melted and smeared her hands. Agares wiped Evelia’s hands and sent her a look saying he was listening.

“Ibas!”

Ibas. A much better name than she had thought. He had speculated that the name would be something like ‘Rabbit’s House’ or ‘Demon’s House’.

“What does it mean?”

“I am Eve and the rabbit is Ash. Together we make EveAsh! This is our mansion!”

“…Right.”

Even though her heart and words had accumulated like stones, making her heart quite heavy. Even though so many pretty words had piled up that she thought nothing more would make a difference.

You always suppress my arrogance with a mocking laugh. In the devil’s heart, yet another warm snowflake settled without fail.

“Shall we engrave it?”

“Yes!”

The proud devil, who has never been listed with anyone’s name and never will be, immediately pulled out his sword and swung it lightly.