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

Schemes (Part 2)

**Noir**

The celebration of the city of Helfan reached its peak by the time we arrived from my palace. As we wanted—I mean, I wanted—to go incognito, we just walked from the palace grounds to the city plaza and slipped into the middle of the jubilant crowd.

All of this is made possible by Shevaun's help in disguising us.

"Sir, if you're tired, we should go back instead," I offered to my companion, the Lord Greg, when I saw him fighting back his sleepiness.

"No," his eyes wandered around, as if looking for something. "A cup of coffee is all I need."

"But, you just—"

"Don't worry about it," he winked. "It's not like I'm not used to situations like this. Back in my old world, I drank drum-loads of coffee to stay awake and focused whenever I have to do tons of paperworks."

"Sir, this is different from clerical stuff though," I tried to reason. "The demon nobles you have to contend with are difficult."

"Well, it's true," he replied. "But then again, when I was a teacher, I dealt with even worse people. Heh, your nobles are a more agreeable bunch, than those guys back in my world who loves to play god the moment they are entrusted little authority."

I hadn't noticed it at the moment, but a wry smile formed on my lips, "Looks like you went through a lot, Sir."

Then, the Lord Greg finally found a stall selling drinks. However, much to his disappointment, he found no coffee being sold, so he settled for a potion that gives energy.

"So this is like the energy drinks from my place," he was amused while checking the bottles, "I'd buy two." Then, the Lord Greg stopped and turned to me, "Would you like one too?"

I shook my head. Still, the Lord Greg bought something for me.

"I'll pay you for it," I grabbed my pouch to fish for some coins, but he quickly stopped me.

"Milady—"

"Call me Noir," I furiously whispered, worried that we might get caught. "Or they may recognize me!"

"R-Right," he chuckled as he gave the drink he bought. "No-chan, it's on me."

"H-Huh? Who's No-chan?"

"Ah! Just some weaboo stuff in my world."

"W-Wee...what?"

"It's a long explanation," he replied. "In any case, instead of calling you by your name, Noir, I think No-chan for a nickname is better if you intend to disguise yourself from being the recognized as the demon king-president."

"Hmm...I like it."

"That's too cliché of an answer," the Lord Greg laughed, before saying, "Well, drink that and don't bother about my money. It's my decision to treat you, you know? Are you going to preserve that for eternity?"

I nodded, "Why not? This is another thing you gave me! There's nothing wrong in taking care of something your loved one gave to you!"

"But it's meant for drinking, lady!"

"Nuh-uh!"

Another round of laughter. The Lord Greg bought some food too, and we sat by the roadside as we watched the revelry.

"Don't tell me you're going to preserve the food," he said, half-joking.

"What if I said yes?" I replied.