The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

The Secret of House Usarved (Part 2)

Similar to the human noble houses of Chersea, Castle Darkmoor was filled with elegance and opulence fit for an aristocrat of the same level as the Lady Noir, and her twin brother, Prince Hurion Devras. Velvet carpets and colorful marble tiles made up its floors. Gold and ivory white paints covered its walls. And intricate carvings of various flora and fauna (which could be found in Cherflammen, I think) adorned the frames of the doors and windows of the palace, like those that could be seen outside.

"George, please prepare me a change of clothes," Lady Noir was handing down orders after we finished our light meal. "Shevaun, I'd like you to attend to the Lord Greg's needs for a while. And after that, write me a letter for my brother. Tell him to come in haste; his friend is already here."

"Right away, milady!" the butler bowed and went on his way.

"Lord Greg," the chamberlain called my attention. "Please follow me."

And so, with that, Lady Noir and I parted ways. Shevaun led me to another room, which could be meant for their guests, since it was wide and opulent enough for visitors.

"Please wait here," she pointed to the couch. "While we prepare your own bedroom, would you like some snacks?"

"Ah," I shook my head, "the light meal you served is enough for me at the moment, thanks!"

"How about a bath?" she suggested.

Now that the chamberlain said it, I noticed that I do need one. Days of travel and running away, combined with that time we fought, made my body and clothes dirty with grime and sand. I couldn't help but to get embarrassed; I'd been talking to my noble student all this time, looking like some tramp. Good thing Shevaun offered a bath—I don't like to be disrespectful, especially in my appearance, once I meet the prince.

"Yes, please do," I told her. "And thank you!"

"No need to be shy, milord," the chamberlain bowed. "Please treat this humble house as your home."

And with that, she went out. Moments later, a couple of demon maidservants came in with towels and bathrobes.

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Castle Darkmoor's dedicated bathhouse was smaller compared to the enormous one back at the Holy Palatial Gardens. Nevertheless, it won't easily accept defeat; its facilities could match the Human Saint's opulence.

"Would you like a hot bath, milord?" one of the demon maids asked me. "I heard it's pretty popular with the humans."

"Uh, if it's possible, then I'd like one, yes."

At once, the maid uttered a magic spell, and told me, "It'd be ready once you see smoke coming from the water, milord. I already set it to warm just right for your body, since humans have different heat tolerance from us demons. In the meantime, would you like some refreshments while you wait?"

"I think I'm good...the light meal served to us made me full."

"It'll take a while," she insisted. "And you might get bored..."

"Well..."

"Please, milord, treat this place as if it is your own," the other maid entered our conversation and pleaded.

"Oookay?" For some reason, these ladies were kind of pushy. Is this normal to the demons?

"You heard him, Leiver. Please fetch the Lord Greg our finest food. Tell the chef to hurry as well!"

"Eh? I thought it's just snacks?"

"Oh?" the first demon servant was acting as if she never said that. "My, did I really just mention it is snacks? My bad, milord. What I mean is, a full-course dinner delivered right to your side, all the while you're bathing."