The Impersonating Daimaou Wants to be Hated (WN): Chapter 19

 

Chapter 19: Daimaou's Favorite Food

 Not yet? Not yet?

 With a ceiling fan-like thing with a light on it (I think it's called a ceiling fan light?). I go back and forth from one end of the room to the other.

 Not yet? Not yet?

"...Aquim-sama. Why don't you calm down a little?"

 While addressing me as "sama" Elana-san looks at me as if she were looking at a trash. The smell of hatred emanating from her whole body is very aromatic. Elana-san is going to be a very nice wife in the future, because she can cook such a delicious hatred for me in just one night, even though I ate so much yesterday (of course, her husband is Aquim-kun).

"What, are you still angry about how I held you in front of Rosina yesterday? Even though you were pleased."

 Whether she was pleased or not, she seemed at least angry for Rosina-san. Elana-san's hair and eyes instantly turn red with anger.

 Oh!? Lunchtime is coming? I was expecting her to be angry with me, but she pushed her anger away with her strong willpower. (Don't hold back.) Yare, yare.

 Good grief. It's a shame, because I was going to have a fun moment like yesterday if she attacked me.

 As I was feeling disappointed, Elana-san, who had returned back to the usual black hair and black eyes, asked me.

"Aquim-sama...... you seem to be in a good mood today."

 Oh? It's wonderful that you noticed that, Elana-san. Yes, that's right. Today, spellcasters are coming to this house (one of the houses owned by Aquim-kun) to put slave crests on both Mina-san and Laura-san, and I love people that were called spellcasters, no matter what they are hiding.

 It reminds me of that. In those glorious days when I was on the verge of world domination, I had many countries in my possession, and I laid down many rules of the Daimaou all over the world.

 Most of them are just random things made on the spur of the moment, but even the Daimaou rules have their "top three things that can't be left out".

 One of these rules is that those who can use curses will be guaranteed to live on it for the rest of their lives, which is only nice to think about now.

 Before I came to rule over the countries, it was truly inexcusable that in most countries, the power of curses was considered unclean, and those who possessed it were either killed early as abominations, or even if they survived, they were severely persecuted and forced to live a life like slaves.

 However, there is no way that this righteous Daimaou would allow such bad guys to live. He persecuted those who were so narrow-minded and wicked as to persecute those who could handle curses, and in the end, he literally cut them into small pieces.

 Thanks to that, three hundred years ago, there was even a nation of spellcasters, where I was worshipped like a god. In exchange for my protection, they offered me their power whenever I wanted and in whatever form I wanted.

 Ahh, I can't stop drooling just remembering it. Yes, actually, I'm a big, big, big fan of curses. To tell you the truth, I'm so much in love with curses that I'd even destroy the country for a high-ranking spellcaster. It is so fascinating that I even think about it.

 The miraculous energy and emotions that life produces. There can be no complaint about the depth of flavor and nourishment of these feelings, including hatred. But, but, but. If emotions are natural fruits that can be easily obtained, then curses are the ultimate product of breeding. Well, there are individual differences, so it does not necessarily mean that curses taste better, but it still does not change the fact that curses are absurdly tasty.

 When I first saw the creature using a curse, I was so impressed that I ended up liking it. Now that I think about it, that child would be the first disciple I raised. Umu, it brings back memories. If I close my eyes like this, the sweet and sour days of my youth seem to come back to me.

"Aquim... sama? What's wrong, suddenly closing your eyes?"

 Huh!? It's not right. I was in the middle of a conversation with Elana-san, wasn't I? What was it? Was it the reason why I, or rather, Aquim-kun, was in a good mood?

"Ha! From now on, I'm going to engrave my slaves with the proof that they belong to me. That would make me happy."

 I can't tell you the real reason why I was in a good mood, so I'll just say something very Aquim-kun-like.

"Bad taste."

"Hahaha. Well, it's the usual Aquim-senpai, right?"

 Mina-san gave me a cold look, and Laura-san is acting cheerful as usual, although she is somewhat taken aback by Aquim-kun's comment.

 By the way, they are now standing in the corner of the room without a stitch of clothing on. This is a real nude standby to welcome these wonderful people, the spellcasters. I would have joined them if I could, but I decided not to, because I felt that Aquim-kun would be treated like a pervert.

"Hey, slaves. Don't talk without permission."

 When I yelled at them, Mina-san blatantly clicked her tongue, while Laura-san hurriedly shut her mouth.

 But still, their attitudes are really contrasting. Mina-san is not trying to hide her breasts or pubic area, but Laura-san is casually covering her nipples and pubic area with her hands, and her appearance is somewhat restless.

 What is wrong with her? Laura-san, who likes to play the role of a mature older sister, reacted like that when she was stripped naked.

"Hey, Laura. Why are you embarrassed about being naked?"

"N-no. Because. I mean, isn't it kind of weird to be naked when you're not going to have sex?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

 I couldn't believe my ears for a moment because she said something so out of the ordinary without considering her own position, but when I thought about it, it was the first time I treated Laura-san like a slave (well, she is a slave, of course), since I made her do nothing but chores.

 Fumu. Perhaps, from Laura-san's point of view, she may have felt more like a servant than a slave until now.

 Well, it doesn't matter to me what Laura-san thinks, but will she be all right in the future with such naive thinking? I am sure that many people will change their attitude just by saying that they are slaves (to begin with, most of the slaves in this era are violent criminals), and if they are too unaware of that, I think she will be unnecessarily hurt. Of course, I am not interested in what happens to Laura-san herself, but I cannot ignore the influence she has on Mina-san and Elana-san. This is something that needs to be observed.

 While I was thinking that, there was a knock at the door.

 Knock*, knock*. Knock*, knock*.

 Oh? Did they come? Did the spellcasters come?

"Come in!"

 I shouted without checking who it was. Elana-san, who was on her way to the door, stopped and looked back at me in frustration, but I ignored her.

"Excuse me."

 The neutral voice I hear makes me swoon. Ahh, what should I do? Would Elana and the others be surprised if I bite the spellcasters' heads off as soon as I see them? I think that since I am playing "Aquim-kun," it would be a good idea to act like Aquim-kun...... No, wait! I'm sure my little Aquim-kun can swallow a human being whole, right? It is an insult to him to assume that he can't. If I don't believe in him, who will? If I don't believe in him, who can believe in a useless man like Aquim-kun?

 So even if I ate one of them raw ..... no, no, no. Calm down a bit, me. I'm not sure if I thought of this myself, but this thought is indeed unreasonable. I can only see a future in which the "Aquim-kun" act will be ruined.

 Ahh. But, you know, spellcasters are very tasty, right? I usually don't eat them raw because they are too good, but now that I'm starving, it's hard to hold back. I'd like to have one, after all. No, but... ahh, but... but, but...

"Aquim, what are you doing?"

 Elana-san asked, while keeping her distance from Aquim-kun, who suddenly held his head and started shaking it from side to side.

"I'm worried, can't you understand. Yet, you call yourself my woman?"

"No, I don't. I may be your attendant, but I am not your woman. Don't misunderstand."

 Tsundere! While I was having a friendly chat with the shy Elana-san, the door was opened and one, well, two lovely ladies entered.

"You must be the new Knight of Light, Aquim Bonvoul. Nice to meet you. My name is Norona. I have been sent by the Minister of Justice to put a slave crest on your slave today. Pleased to meet you."

 Norona-san, who says so, is tall for a woman and has long arms and legs like a model. Her black hair, trimmed around her shoulders, hides one eye. She has a mole under her left eye. She is wearing a white coat with a black shirt and tie underneath.

"Sup. Noroliana here."

 A woman with brown hair in pigtails and round glasses emerged behind Norona-san. They are dressed in exactly the same white coat and shirt, except that Norona-san is wearing pants and Noroliana-san is wearing a skirt. My first impression of Noroliana-san is that she looks serious, but from her current self-introduction, she seems to have a moderately yanky personality.

"Hmm. These two are your slaves?"

 Without even greeting Aquim-kun, Noroliana-san approached Mina-san and Laura-san, who were standing in the corner of the room.

"Um, uhh, nice to meet you?"

 Laura-san greets Noroliana-san, who gives her an impassive look from a close distance, with a friendly smile in her usual tone, but Noroliana-san frowned in disgust at Laura-san.

"What? Can you stop opening your mouth without permission, slave? I mean, don't talk to me, you bottom-feeder."

 Laura-san's eyes widened wide and she exclaimed at the contempt that Noroliana-san spewed toward her, the slave. Mina-san, who was watching next to her, stepped forward.

"Apologize to Laura."

"Huh? Slaves doing whatever they want..."

"Apologize to Laura!"

 Mina-san's silver hair and eyes emit light, and the temperature in the room drops at a tremendous rate. The power of Mina-san's voice frightened Noroliana-san (Don't worry, Noroliana-san, I'm here for you.) But it was only for a moment.

"Fuu. You are a cocky slave, aren't you? Senpai, may I be in charge of her treatment?"

"Don't. The slave's mana is quite high. I will take charge of it, and you will take care of the other slave as planned."

"Tch. I got it. Hey slave, get your lazy ass here and lie down on the bed.

 Noroiana-san turns her back to Mina-san and goes to one of the two beds in the room.

"……Yes."

 She is not even called by name, but is simply ordered around as a slave. Laura-san was unable to shake off the shock of Noroliana-san's attitude, which made her reaffirm her current position, and she headed toward the bed where Noroliana-san was and lay down with a somewhat unsteady gait.

"Laura."

 Mina-san stares at Laura-san's back with a sad expression on her face.

"Are you worried about your friend?"

 Norona-san moved to Mina-san's front and blew smoke on her (by the way, she had Aquim-kun's permission).

"......None of your business."

 Mina-san's expression, which had been shaken with concern for Laura-san, regains its usual cold gaze in the face of Norona-san's cold gaze, as though she were looking at a guinea pig.

"That's right. I don't care about you slaves. Come, quickly lie down on the bed."

 Norona-san said to her and Mina-san went to bed. Naturally, I followed them.

"Hey, can I observe?"

"Of course, you can do whatever you want. This is your room and these are your slaves, right?"

 Norona-san then put black rings on Mina-san's neck, wrists, and ankles, while she lay naked on the bed.

"Hey, what are those?"

"It's a magic tool for restraint. Most of them go wild when we are engraving the slave's crest, so I can't perform the procedure without them."

 Ahh, I see. Come to think of it, slave crests directly imprint curse into various parts of the body, so if a person with a poor skill does it, it is so painful that the person might go insane and dies.

 Norona-san took out a black case from the inside of her white coat.

 Placing it on the table near the bed, she opens the case and takes out a long, thin needle from inside that is almost as long as Norona-san's elbow and reaches the tip of her middle finger. A witching needle. Fumu. I miss it. I used to play with that in the old days.

 Well, I can guess to some extent what will happen to the calm Mina-san when she experienced the pain of having a slave crest engraved on her, but it is still intriguing.

"Then I will start the procedure."

 Then Norona-san's needle pierced Mina-san's soft skin.