And she answered without hesitation.

‘Feel free to make it as you wish.’

‘I’ve heard that demons value traditions; would it be alright if things suddenly change?’

It wouldn’t seem good for a human to come in and mess around with various parts of the mansion.

However, Beleth nodded his head.

‘It’s fine as long as it’s according to orders.’

Then, he looked at her as if piercing through her with those peculiar green eyes.

As if he was watching her.

Yet, from his gaze, Beril oddly read not coldness, but some… tingling emotion.

Whether she had feelings for Beleth or if it was the night he offered, the time that she enjoyed, she was confused.

‘……Understood.’

Before becoming more confused, she left the office and began examining the mansion from the fifth floor with Decarabia.

“For now, it’s better to have less decoration rather than excessive.”

“Shall we remove everything for now?”

Decarabia suddenly said.

“That would require a lot of manpower, though.”

At Beril’s words, Decarabia shook his head.

“That’s not a problem.”

Then, he lifted up two safes that inexplicably stood in the middle of the hallway.

……With one hand.

“……You’re incredibly strong, Decarabia.”

At her words, Decarabia blinked his eyes, then looked at the sky as if it was nothing.

“The stars are out, aren’t they?”

Decarabia, the demon of stars, had said his strength increases when there are more stars.

She didn’t know it meant to this extent.

Beril remembered just two days ago a few demons had struggled to lift that safe.

Perhaps she didn’t need any other manpower to remodel the mansion, just as she said.

“Then let’s start by removing all the decorations in the mansion and begin from the garden…… Let’s set the concept of the mansion.”

Actually, it was the first time for Beril to decorate the mansion so earnestly. In her past life and the life before that, her roles as a mistress were distant from such duties.

However, with Decarabia rolling up his sleeves to help and Beleth surprisingly showing interest, she felt motivated.

She wanted to change this place differently. To amaze not just the people in Vain, but also those coming to Vain.

Moreover, now she had even a superficial reason. That she needed to make this place look like a human’s mansion.

‘…….’

Yet, Beril clearly read her ultimate desire this time.

To engrave that she is a useful being in this mansion.

Precisely, she wanted to stay here that way.
Others might have considered it a trivial desire. Yet, facing my own longing still made me uncomfortable. It was ingrained that way.

Things had to gradually change. With that thought, Beril took steps.

Towards the garden.

“The gardener is called Stolas, right?”

“Yes, ‘Stolas of Choice.'”

Upon hearing Decarabia’s words, Beril recalled an important fact.

Stolas of Choice. At first listen, his ability was not easy to deduce.

……It was flower reading.

Among the demons Decarabia had previously described, Stolas belonged to a peculiar category.

“It’s a demon whose thoughts are hard to understand.”

That was Decarabia’s overall assessment. When asked briefly about Stolas, even Ronobe had a troubled expression.

“……I don’t doubt His Highness’s loyalty, but he sometimes acts strangely.”

The demon was undoubtedly peculiar.

However, until Beril arrived at the garden, she had thought that he was simply ‘peculiar as a demon.’

Especially since she had seen him lying in the garden when she first arrived at the mansion.

Who would lie so comfortably in a place where the owner might pass by?

Yet.

“……Wasn’t he the gardener?”

Seeing Stolas, the so-called gardener, paying no attention to the vine-covered garden and only caring for a square plot, Beril had to reconsider.

Wasn’t this peculiar even for a human gardener?

“Good day.”

The demon with thinning hair appeared to be a middle-aged man.

“Ah, Decarabia, you’re here too.”

However, he was also polite to Decarabia, who looked like a fifteen-year-old girl. This implied a definite hierarchy.

Beril greeted him and then looked back at Stolas, who was examining the garden plot.

In the tiny plot that seemed too small to even lie down in, his fingertips were full of care.

Stolas of Choice.

Such a grandiose name did not match his appearance from behind. However,….

Beril’s gaze shifted to the flowers he was tending. Flowers with particularly lush petals.

“Stolas can read flower fortunes.”

“……Flower fortunes?”

Isn’t that something children do while playing in fields?

However, Decarabia had said he could also see the future with it. That’s why he was called Stolas of Choice.

Could it be true? With those flowers that seemed to be available anywhere?

“Is there something you’re curious about?”

Stolas suddenly asked. Beril hesitated.

“……Ah.”
I originally came to suggest we garden together.

Seeing his greater interest in vegetable plots than gardens, and considering his abilities, something else piqued my curiosity first.

I became curious about my future.