I was accidentally injured by God and I just want to be an ordinary person

"I guess even if I sold a hundred Angelini-senpais, I still wouldn't be able to afford it."

“…Ahahaha.”

After hearing Shen Gan's words, An Jieni put the half-person-high vase back to its place with a frown.

But Camisia looked very happy.

"It's okay, Angeline, as you are the princess's best friend, this is only natural. Please treat her like you are at the princess's home."

"Eh? Is this really possible?"

"certainly."

Camisia waved.

As for why Camisia was happy, apart from the above point, there was another reason that was difficult to say - the more incredible she felt about the palace, the more proud Camisia, as the manager, became. For Camisia, Angeline's performance was undoubtedly praising her master. For her, as the Demon King's closest subordinate, pride was easily written on her face.

However, the only ones who felt happy were probably Camisia and the others. As the protagonist of this incident, Ella was not happy at all. Rather, she was in a gloomy mood.

As if she was about to go to the battlefield, Ella wanted to curl up into a ball - as soon as she thought about meeting with the upper-class nobles in the western demon territory, Ella felt a stomachache.

What words should be used? Is the attire appropriate? Should the movements be more reserved? Are there any unroyal aspects of etiquette? How should one respond if asked about politics?

All kinds of worries were like two huge forces in different directions, twisting Ella's heart into a thin rope. Although she had asked Ruthie to draft a suitable speech, the lines were just lines after all. Once she encountered unexpected events, she would ultimately have to rely on her own ability to cope with them. Whenever she thought of this, her heart fell into a vortex of anxiety.

"Since they're upper-class nobles, there might be some with strong opinions—no, I should say they're all definitely strong-minded. If that's the case, what should I do if my bill is refuted on the spot? I can't just say, 'I didn't know anything about it,' right? Should I offer some other explanation? But with my abilities... there's absolutely no way I can convince them... It's a good thing I'm not being led in the direction of the nobles."

The mean faces I had seen in comics came to my mind. The nobles and the church and other characters that appeared in those stories were usually malicious guys who would force the protagonist into a desperate situation step by step. Although the protagonist could generally escape danger, I was not the protagonist no matter how I looked at it, so it would definitely end badly.

Ella swallowed unconsciously and raised her head guiltily.

"Um... Camisia, are we going directly to the throne room from now on?"

"Princess, would you like to be received in the throne room? I can arrange—"

"No, no, so you don't have to go, right?"

Rather than being in a throne room that was extremely formal and too large to calm down, he would rather stay in a small room.

Camisia stopped, a look of confusion on her face.

"Yes... We're going to Audience Room 3..."

"Ah! Then let's proceed as planned. Do you have time now? I want to go change my clothes."

If the dress is too simple, it may give the other person the impression that you are too casual, and they may use this as a handle to criticize you.

"Time? As long as Princess-sama is willing, time is not a problem at all. As for the attire, I'll leave it to Lord Ruti."

"Please don't worry, Miss Camisia."

Ruthie lowered her head slightly.

"Well, Princess, I will go to the audience hall to explain the precautions to the nobles. I will be absent for a while."

"Well, I'll leave it to Camisia."

"I understand. Take the princess to the bedroom."

Camisia waved to the knights standing on both sides of the corridor, and after the knights bowed solemnly, she turned to Iris, Angelica and Shen Gan.

"Iris can stay in the royal city for the time being. I will assign someone to serve as your guard during this period."

"No thanks. I'm more interested in what Ella-chan will wear next than wandering around the royal city. I'll assign the escorts to Angela-chan and Fuka-chan."

Iris glanced at Ella, and Ella felt her whole body tense as if someone was licking her.

“…Can I refuse?”

"certainly--"

Iris crossed her chest with one hand and rested the other hand on her chin.

"Can't."

Chapter 6: The Demon Girl & Elelaya

*At 10:41 AM on August 2, 6187, the Western Demon Clan's old king, Mistetin

"Lotte...is this kind of clothing and makeup really okay?"

"Don't worry, Miss Ella. Everything will be fine. You look just like you do now, just like the image you have in your people's minds."

"but……"

"I didn't expect it to be so suitable. Even I was surprised. Lotte-chan is surprisingly good at picking out clothes."

"You were trying to play a trick on me, weren't you?"

"I didn't say that, huh?"

Sitting on the soft big bed with a canopy, Iris supported her chin with one hand and watched with interest as Ella kept pulling down the hem of her skirt.

As for why Ella felt uncomfortable, it was very simple - the clothes that Lotte chose for Ella were exactly the ones on the statue, which were extremely mature and revealing.

Lotte picked up the red crown from the bedside and carefully placed it on Ella's head.

"That's perfect, Miss Ella—no, should it be Your Majesty Ella now? You have the dignity of a royal family."

"Lotte, stop teasing me and change back into normal clothes."

"Eh...I wasn't joking, okay?"

Luty blinked, walked to the corner of the room—the bedroom was nearly 100 square meters—and pushed the standing mirror in front of Ella.

"Miss Ella, just take a look and you'll know for yourself."

“Eh? Ah…”

Looking at herself in the mirror, Ella couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Because the clothing was made of very little fabric, most of the skin was exposed. Although the clothing was a one-piece like a dress, and the overall color was mature black, a large part of the chest was exposed, and the line from the chest valley to the navel was not covered. The slender waist curve was completely exposed. The hem of the skirt could be described as "non-existent", and the black stockings that just reached the thighs did not mean to cover the absolute area at all. If Ella had to categorize this clothing, Ella could only think of the costumes of succubi and imps in comics.

"Isn't this the same as just wearing underwear?"

After coming to her senses, Ella immediately turned sideways, covering her chest with one hand and the hem of her skirt, which was almost unable to cover her important parts, with the other hand.

Pushing her sweat-soaked lavender twintails back, Lotte glanced at Ella in the mirror with a troubled look.

"But when Ella-san puts it on, she does look like a royal..."

"Alright, alright, Ella-chan just didn't realize it. If you adjust your expression a little, it won't feel out of place. Anyway, Ella-chan, sit on the sofa over here for now."

Iris waved to Ella, and after hesitating for a moment, Ella walked over and sat on the luxurious single sofa with red as the main color. Of course, because she was not used to this dress, Ella's face flushed with embarrassment, her legs were tightly pressed together, and her hands were supported on the hem of her skirt between her legs.

Seeing this scene, the originally serious Iris couldn't help but feel sadistic. She reached out and patted Ella's head. Ella subconsciously shook her whole body.

"Relax a little."

"what……"

Despite saying so, Ella still kept all her muscles tense, and she didn't look relaxed at all.

"If you don't obey, I'll use force, okay?"

"but……"

"Looking at Ms. Ella right now, even I'd want to tease her a bit."

Walking slowly to a position slightly behind Ella, Lotte tilted her head and smiled.

"So that's why Ella-chan is different from the others. It's just me and Lotte-chan here, so there's nothing to be shy about, right? It's not like you're walking around in just your underwear."

"But the problem is, I can't even wear underwear!"

Ella raised her head and protested.

Just as she said, due to the limitations of the dress, she couldn't even wear underwear - to be more precise, after putting it on, people would be able to see the color inside.

"Isn't the top part well covered? Isn't it Aira-chan who doesn't wear panties herself?"

"...Would someone be seen wearing this length?"

Ella tugged at her short black lace-embroidered skirt.

Elise sighed, feeling a little amused.

"Because the color of my panties will be seen, I just don't wear panties at all. Where on earth is that saying?"

"It's a secret."

This is of course a secret. Although as time goes by, I can more or less accept wearing underwear - even though there is no need to wear them - panties are definitely something I cannot accept. I feel like once I put them on, I will cross a line that is not allowed to be crossed, and I will no longer be myself.

So usually, he would cast an illusion magic circle on his clothes. Even if the skirt was lifted up due to intense activity, no one could see what he wanted to see because of the existence of the illusion magic.

If Lotte's skirt is called the Wanna skirt that hides countless props, then Ella's skirt should be called the invisible skirt hidden in the abyss.

As for the uncomfortable chilly feeling she felt down there when not wearing it, Ella no longer felt any discomfort over time.

Elise shrugged.

"Let's keep it a secret. The topic now is Ella-chan's expression and movements. Um—lift your legs first."

If she just crossed her legs, it would be more or less acceptable. Following Iris's instructions, Ella crossed her right leg, exposing her absolute territory, and then looked up at Iris nervously.

"so?"

"Yeah, but it still needs some adjustments."

Iris reached out her hand to the inner part of Ella's thigh.

"Ah! Wait, where are you touching?!"

The moment Ella felt the cold touch of fingers on her thigh, she immediately pressed down Iris's hands with both hands, but Iris took the opportunity to move her fingertips mischievously. The itching sensation on her nerves immediately made Ella bounce back a distance as if by reflex, and she almost fell off the chair.

"Huh—Aila-chan's reaction is really strange. Well, let's not talk about that for now. Keep your legs in the same position. Next, move on to your hands. Yeah, right, straighten your back a little."

"I don't understand that at all!"

"Haa ...

Patting Ella's shoulder and motioning her to stand up, Iris sat down on the red sofa.

"First, the movements should be natural, so that people feel they are natural."

While speaking, Iris's well-developed body leaned slightly toward the sofa, supporting her chin with one hand, looking a little lazy.

"As for expressions, Ella-chan, as the absolute king, is a little different from me. I'll choose an expression that shows a disregard for life and a look of arrogance. I want to give people the feeling of 'Oh? Is that all?'"

As soon as she finished speaking, Iris slowly stretched out her free hand and slightly narrowed her olive green eyes. Combined with the sadistic aura emanating from the throne, she was like a venomous snake examining its prey, inspiring fear from the bottom of one's heart.

"It's indeed Her Highness Iris..."

Like Ella, Lotte unconsciously took a small step back. Under the pressure of being stared at by a predator, anyone would subconsciously feel the urge to surrender—if they didn't surrender, they would die, their subconscious mind was warning them this way.

Perhaps this is what Iris looks like among the God-humans...

Ella couldn't help but think to herself.

After maintaining this posture for a while, Iris changed her posture slightly and hooked her finger at Ella.

"come over."

There was an undeniable tone in the voice.

"Eh? Me? Shouldn't this be over?"

There was no answer. Ella felt an invisible huge pressure coming from all directions, just like the feeling of suffocating when falling into water.

Ella swallowed unconsciously and took a step forward uncontrollably, coming in front of Iris.

"Turn around."

"etc……"

"Are you trying to resist me?"

"Hey, Iris."

No matter how you look at it, this is too much pretense, it's almost like the real thing. Ella couldn't help but look at Lotte, but Lotte also had a puzzled expression.

Just as Ella reached out to Iris and was about to interrupt her, her hand was grabbed by Iris, and her beautiful face full of indifference suddenly widened in her eyes.

“Huh?”