EPILOGUE
Le Parfait was a confectionary café in the Seventh Assault Garden’s Central Garden. As a popular spot for students, it was understandably packed today.
“Table three ordered a Mont Blanc and tea, and table six asked for a coffee refill.”
“Understood, Lady Shary.”
“Call me Miss Shary while we’re here.”
“Understood, La—Miss Shary.”
The girl gave an expressionless nod, and Shary sighed. Three girls with identical features in maid uniforms were working at Le Parfait. They were Septentrion assassins whom Leonis had entrusted to Shary. There were actually six girls in all, and Shary had broken them into two groups to take shifts on alternating days. Although skilled assassins, they needed proper training to blend into this era’s society.
“We were short on hands, so having three new cuties to work here is a big help.”
The café’s owner seemed pleased with the situation, but the Septentrion assassins were having difficulty adapting to the work.
My lord… Shary glanced out the window as she poured a cup of tea. Are you safe…?
It may have been presumptuous of her to fret over the strongest of Dark Lords, but she was still anxious.
I hope that vampire minion isn’t causing him trouble…
While Shary was lost in thought, one of the Septentrion maids called to her.
“Lady…er, Miss Shary.”
“Yes?”
“That person over there told me to bring them every cake in the store.”
“Haaah… Understood.” Shary sighed. “I’ll handle it.”
This was undoubtedly a request from a bad-tempered customer looking to bother a new employee. Upon finding the person in question, Shary blinked in surprise.
It’s a beastman.
The well-built white-tiger beastman wore sunglasses. Beastmen were an unusual sight in the Seventh Assault Garden, especially outside their designated special ward. There were already several platters of cake piled up on his table.
“Excuse me, sir,” Shary said politely.
The white-tiger man looked from his plates.
“Oh, it’s you. You’re the right-hand woman of the Dark Lord Zol Vadis, who’s been gathering beastman factions, right?”
“Huh?” Shary froze up.
“…Can’t say I appreciate that, ya know? Assuming a Dark Lord’s name is pretty disrespectful.” The white-tiger beastman took off his sunglasses and glared at Shary.
“…?!”
The intense immediate pressure emanating from his gaze sent Shary staggering back. She recognized this beastman’s face.
“L-L-L-Lord of Beasts?!”
Shary’s exclamation echoed through the café.
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