That would make her the ‘noble and sacrificial’ saint they so desired from her.

“I won’t be able to refuse.”

At those words, Veled burst into laughter for a moment.

“I’ve taken a wise person as my wife.”

His kiss gently landed on Beril’s head. Unconsciously, Beril smiled.

A warm smile, as warm as the heat he conveyed.

“So you really brought the genuine Devil’s Liquor.”

“The flow of magic in the mansion is different.”

“Healing is much faster now.”

The demons in the mansion admired it. Wasn’t the air of the mansion different from before?

Previously, they felt as if the air of the human world was pressing down on them, but now, as they approached the vicinity of the Archduke and the Devil’s Liquor, they felt as if they could fly.

“Hmm.”

“Hm.”

Thanks to this, they deliberately detoured through the unnecessary 5th floor just to feel a slightly stronger magic.

Usually, when such people met eyes, they just cleared their throats and passed by.

“It’s indeed Veled’s choice.”

Praising it unanimously as an excellent strategic choice befitting the demon Archduke who pacified the battlefield.

But.

“…Is it really a strategic choice?”

Some started to feel that something was off.

“Beril, if you’re tired, you should rest.”

“There’s still much to do.”

“Didn’t I tell you to delegate trivial matters to others?”

Was that the voice of the demon Archduke? As more people started frequenting the 5th floor, more and more noticed ‘Veled’s change.’

“Is it just a strategic alliance, and you’re going that far?”

“Do you have more to gain?”

“Why not just take it by force then?”

As confusion seeped among the demons, Naberus formally declared from the Knights Order.

“In the bet, His Highness won.”

True to his nature of cleanly acknowledging defeat, he clearly declared.

“Not only that, but I’m truly impressed by his formidable ability. Do you feel the powerful magic flowing in the mansion now?”

He thumped his chest as he exclaimed.

“This is the result of His Highness resonating with the Devil’s Liquor.”

“Wow……!”

Admiration spread among the demons.

“Therefore, from now on, I, General Naberus, vow boundless loyalty to His Highness and will personally crush the head of anyone with disrespectful thoughts!”

That declaration fanned the rumors about the Devil’s Liquor and Beril even more. His Highness possessed the ability to subdue even Naberus, who was obsessed with power.
“When they said a human would come to Vainka, I knew something was unusual.”

The gaze of the demons gradually shifted towards reverence for Saint Beril.

Before, it was because of commands and authority, but now, it was due to the perception of her as a magnificent figure who created an enormous flow of magical power.

Saint Beril was someone who became more composed as happiness approached her.

For good reason; considering her past two lives since regression, there wasn’t much that could be called happiness for her.

Because of this, she had the habit of worrying that another misfortune might follow whenever a single happiness approached her.

There was such a saying, wasn’t there?

Misfortune comes all at once.

But lately, it seemed as if only good things were happening to her. Quite peculiarly.

She had easily found the spirits she drank, the remodeling of the mansion was going smoothly, and above all, her nights with him.

She was living a life so prosperous that she could hardly believe it herself.

“The large-scale decorations are finished.”

Saint Beril spoke while looking around the mansion. It was sufficient for Decarabia alone to remove the decorations and attach new ones.

Even massive installations that required the lower demons to rush in and exert effort were easily lifted with one hand by her.

“Now we just need to focus on the detailed decorations…”

In a typical noble house, small sculptures would be placed in each room.

While it would be the job to rearrange them into appropriate positions, Vainka was a bit different.

Firstly, there were no such sculptures. To the point that Saint Beril hadn’t seen even one while decorating the interior of the mansion for the past few days.

However.

“Huh?”

She was contemplating which noble family to acquire decorations from, and whether any famous artisan families existed at this time, when she saw some unexpected decoration in a place where the sunlight was shining well.

More precisely, she saw the long shadow of something shaped like a bird.

“A bird…?”

Whether it was due to the magical aura exuded by the demons, normal birds rarely stayed here.

It was not long ago that she found out Hellbas was taking care of all the carrier pigeons in this place.

Hellbas had never transformed into such a large bird.

Saint Beril looked at the shadow of the bird with its wings spread, and then turned her gaze in the direction from which the shadow was stretching.

And her eyes widened.

It was because of the magnificent bird statue placed right next to the bright lights that were on because it was daytime.