How Level Zero Devil Destroys Player Experience

Where on earth did this romance novel plot come from? It’s the type of overbearing CEO…

However, no matter how much he complained, in the end he could only pretend to be uneasy and looked up timidly at the other person.

"Oh, what a cute child." A strange color flashed in the devil girl's eyes. Her smooth fingertips passed over my chin and then touched my cheek, as if she was touching a precious piece of porcelain. The smoothness and softness of the fingertips made her unable to let it go.

But the pink-haired "victim" didn't think so.

Could this guy be a lolita control like Claire and the others?

Chapter 53 Miss Sherlock

Could this guy be a lolita control like Claire and the others?

Seeing the other party's interested expression, I couldn't help swallowing. I felt nervous and the teapot in my hand began to tremble, and some tea splashed out.

The demon girl noticed this movement. She narrowed her eyes and asked curiously, "Who are you going to serve tea to?"

"Your Highness, the person mentioned by those maids earlier."

Hill's voice appeared in my ears after a long time.

I hadn't thought much about it at first, but when Hill reminded me of this, my eyes suddenly lit up, and I thought of a way to escape. I quickly replied, "I...I want to send it to Lord Sherlock."

"Sherlock?" The devil girl chewed on the name, looking a little surprised.

Seeing this, I was more certain that Sherlock's name had an important position and identity in the mansion, and I immediately added, "Well, Madam Melissa asked... let me take care of Lord Sherlock's daily life. He is still waiting for me. I am... I am very sorry, sir, please allow me to leave first."

However, just as I wanted to walk around the girl in front of me and leave, she reached out to stop me again. Not only that, she took the teapot from my hand and poured herself a cup.

"Well...well, Lord Sherlock will blame..."

Shocked by the other party's behavior, I quickly planned to bring up Sherlock's name again, but before I could finish, I was interrupted by the girl's words.

"The aroma and taste are very good. The appearance and craftsmanship are up to standard. However, lying to the master is a big taboo for a maid."

The demon girl gently sipped the black tea in the teacup, "How come I didn't know that Melissa arranged such a confused little fool for me, and she hasn't even been given the necessary training. She doesn't even know what a master like me looks like?"

"!?"

Seeing the panicked expression of the little guy in front of him, the devil girl, or more precisely Sherlock himself, couldn't help but chuckle, "But since you care so much about it."

"It's not impossible for me to let you be my personal maid."

Sherlock casually put the teacup back on the tea tray, patted the soft and smooth face, then slid down to the delicate collarbone, the faint buds hidden by the maid outfit, and then the slender waist.

Then she gently lifted the hem of her skirt with the back of her hand and rubbed the cuffs of her garter stockings with her fingertips, outlining her fair skin.

This series of actions was enough to make a certain pink-haired creature subconsciously tense up. Moreover, Sherlock leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Your legs and skin are great. I really want to eat you right now~"

This person is not only a lolita control but also a pervert...

I have completely realized what a terrifying existence I am facing. If I were asked to choose between facing those people in the monastery and this guy, I would side with Claire and the others without hesitation.

After all, that group of people were just thinking about it in their minds, but this guy is really taking action!

Fortunately, before Sherlock could make any further moves, a guard beside him seemed to feel that he had wasted too much time and couldn't help but remind him, "Master Sherlock, the other masters are still waiting for you."

It really helps a lot!

I immediately looked at him with gratitude.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and retracted his hand, but before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I heard Sherlock say to the guard who spoke next to him, "Take her to my room, and by the way, let Garcinia come over to teach her, so that she can get familiar with what to do as a personal maid."

"Yes, Lord Sherlock."

Garcinia?

When I heard Sherlock instructing the guards to take me to her room, I was already thinking about how to escape, but I was stunned when I heard this familiar name.

It was not until she felt the skin between her legs being touched that she was startled and subconsciously took a step back.

"Remember to wait for me in the room, little cutie." Sherlock looked at the cute figure that jumped away like a frightened little rabbit, and couldn't help but smile slightly, not concealing the ambiguous tone in his words at all.

I'll wait for you to come back and go to jail, you damn lolita complex!

However, no matter how much she complained in her heart, she could only pretend to be timid on the surface, blushing and nodded, "Yeah."

Sherlock then left satisfied.

"Little sister, please follow me."

The guard who stayed behind glanced at the loli maid who was standing there with her cute red face, looking at Sherlock's departing figure with a "sad face" and wondering what she was thinking, and thought that another girl had fallen into Sherlock's hands.

Little did he know that all sorts of curses were rising in the other person's heart.

When I heard the guard's voice, I quickly responded and looked at the guard walking in front of me. After hesitating for a moment, I finally followed him.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I didn't think things would be so coincidental." Hill, who had been silent for a long time, said in an apologetic tone. If it weren't for her suggestion, things might not have developed to this point.

"It doesn't matter. At least things are going well now, right?"

Although it was the other party who proposed it, the final decision was still mine, so I naturally would not blame others for such things.

"Your Highness, are you planning to contact the confidant named Jasinia?" Hill saw what I was thinking.

"Well, I guess Victoria mentioned this name specifically, which means this person has a certain status and power. I was originally planning to start with Guinness, but since I was given this opportunity to contact this person, I must not miss it."

"In that case, Your Highness, please act as soon as possible. The woman named Sherlock is not easy to deal with." Hill did not say it clearly, and selectively ignored the ambiguous behavior of the other party before, so as not to stimulate his own prince's sense of shame.

But even so, his Highness more or less recalled the previous scene, and gnashed his teeth again. So much so that the guards in front subconsciously looked left and right, wondering to themselves, "Strange, where does the rodent-like sound come from?"

As a result, he successfully made a certain "rodent" stop grinding its teeth with a blushing face and chose to follow behind him silently.

Under the guidance of the guards and by comparing the surrounding environment and space, I roughly determined in my mind that Sherlock's residence was on the southwest side of the third floor.

If you want to leave secretly, there is an unguarded side attic staircase nearby. If all else fails, you can also perform a real-life Agent 007 scene and climb out of the window, using the grappling hook you just bought and never used before to leave.

Just when I was somewhat relaxed after confirming my retreat, the guard leading the way stopped and led me to a room. He opened the door and said, "This is Lord Sherlock's room. Please wait here. I will go and notify Lord Garcinia to come."

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For some reason I wanted to write something astringent, but I don’t know if I can fool sh-kun.

Chapter 54: Gracinia

"Thank you." I took the tea tray from the other person and thanked him politely.

After all, it was because of the other party that he successfully delayed the girl from Sherlock, and he took the tea from me out of consideration. It was hard not to be impressed by such gentlemanly behavior.

The guard smiled slightly, gave a few instructions to the guards at the end of the corridor, and then turned and left.

"It's really thoughtful."

After seeing through the crack in the door several tall figures guarding the door, I couldn't help but curl my lips, but since I had no intention of running away for the time being, I just went with the flow.

He withdrew his gaze from the door and looked around. The grey and textured wallpaper, paired with the hardwood floor, looked particularly outstanding. The furnishings inside had nothing to do with girlishness, but were just some mahogany furniture commonly seen among aristocrats. This was consistent with the feeling he gave himself.

The more special thing is that the side is covered with three-layer bookshelves and a desk piled with books and documents. If it were not for the classic big bed placed on the other side, it would look more like a study rather than a bedroom, or just a combination of the two.

Because no one came to disturb him, Hill reappeared. He seemed very interested in the books on the table and walked closer, picked up one of them and started reading it.

"Huh, I'm exhausted."

I didn't have the leisure to do so. Perhaps because the process of sneaking into the mansion was a bit tiring, I couldn't help yawning. I then aimed at the big bed that looked very soft and buried myself in it comfortably.

But just when he lay down, he smelled a refreshing fragrance. Subconsciously, he thought of Sherlock's figure in his mind, and immediately sat up as if he bounced back.

It turned out that the fragrance came from the bunches of pansies beside the bed.

"If I had continued to follow that maid sister, I guess what happened earlier wouldn't have happened."

When I thought of the previous scene, my face couldn't help but turn red, and as my shame grew more and more overwhelming, I gritted my teeth and hit the pillow on the bed to vent my anger.

After I finally calmed down, the pillow had turned into a "victim" at a crime scene. After I reacted, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and quickly put it back to its original state.

"Forget it, it's not a waste of time anyway." Thinking that she could get in touch with Guinness's close confidant named Jacinia, it would help Victoria and her rebel organization to increase its strength to some extent.

"Your Highness, look at this." Hill's voice drew my attention. She seemed to have found something from the documents on the table. "It seems that Sherlock is also secretly carrying out some plan."

However, just as I was about to move closer out of curiosity, the voices of the guards suddenly rang out outside the door.

"Lady Garcinia."

"Is anyone inside?"

"Yes."

Hearing the noise, Hill immediately used his ability to disappear again. I was also startled, and quickly got up from the bed, pretending to be anxious, and looked towards the door.

Of course, it cannot be said that it is fake. There is indeed a sense of tension in it. After all, if the person named Gracinia who came over is a lolita complex like Sherlock, then it will be difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, the next second, after seeing the figure pushing open the door and walking in, I rejected this possibility.

The long aqua blue hair wrapped around her pebble-like petite face, which made her features delicate and beautiful, but it was hard to ignore her obvious cold temperament. It was not only her appearance that showed it, but as she walked in, there were actually some crystal ice chips around her. It was not clear whether it was an unconscious expression of her bloodline power.

But what is certain is that the other party is an iceberg type, similar to Hill but even worse. After all, Hill occasionally has some expression and his tone has some ups and downs. But the petite girl in front of him has an inorganic expression that has not changed from beginning to end.

Although the iceberg type cannot be associated with not being a lolita complex, at least from the lack of fluctuation in those blue eyes, it can be seen that the other party obviously has no interest in herself.

Although this is undoubtedly a good thing, I still feel a little sad. And why does this girl give me an inexplicably familiar feeling?

"Are you the maid Miss Sherlock mentioned?"

While I was sizing her up, the iceberg girl, Jacinia, had also sizing me up. After placing the plate of snacks she brought on the mahogany cabinet next to her, she said calmly, "Before she comes back, I need to give you some necessary training, because I have some things to deal with with Miss Sherlock later. If you have no questions, we can start now."

However, I did not listen to her words at all. Instead, I followed the vague sense of familiarity and cast my gaze to a certain part that seemed to be as barren as someone else's. Finally, I realized why I had this feeling.

"Sata...Sia?"

After hearing me mumbling to myself, Jacinia's eyes fixed, and without her moving, a cold current suddenly emerged behind her, and in an instant gathered into a huge icy hand that grabbed towards me.

However, before it could get within a yard or two of me, Hill showed up and stretched out his white hand to block it, then crushed it easily, saying softly, "If you want to get the answer you want, please don't be so rude to His Highness."

"!"

Garcinia was extremely wary of the woman who suddenly appeared in front of her and subconsciously took a step back.

At this moment, the guard outside noticed the movement in the room, "Lady Garcinia, what happened in there?"

Garcinia glanced at Hill's indifferent expression, hesitated for a moment, and said to the guards behind the door, "Nothing, it's just that the person Miss Sherlock wants is a little disobedient."

Could such a strong magical fluctuation be considered a safe situation? The guards couldn't help but feel sympathy for the poor maid in the room.

However, Jacinia did not have the intention of standing guard. After setting up a soundproofing magic on the spot to block out the sound, she turned her gaze to the opposite side.

"Who are you and why do you know my sister's name?"

There was no ups and downs in the words, and it seemed that the only way to show the other person's eagerness at the moment was through the faster speaking speed.

After hearing what Jacinia said, I finally confirmed it. "As expected, you are Satasia's sister. No wonder you always give me a familiar feeling."

After all, before Satasia surrendered to him, she said that she and her sister were betrayed by her subordinates and separated.

And from the looks of it, the other party is obviously an Ice Demon from the demon clan. Although it sounds like a race opposing the Fire Demon, in fact, as far as I know, although the relationship between the Ice Demon and the Fire Demon is somewhat special, there is still a possibility of their combination.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Jacinia, an ice demon, and Sadasia, a fire demon, are sisters.

After figuring this out, I felt relieved and smiled. "Then I will tell you the truth. I am the current Demon King, and Satasia has become my subordinate."

However, although Jacinia on the opposite side did not have any extra expression, she was obviously showing doubt. Perhaps her current appearance was too unconvincing.

But if the devil's aura were to be revealed here, the guards of the entire mansion would probably be alarmed.

Just when I was struggling with how to express my identity as a demon king in a tactful yet elegant way, Hill next to me stretched out his hand and stroked the air, and a bright mirror suddenly appeared in front of Jacinia.

Chapter 55: Planned Action

The city of Berghead is located in the Misty Forest, dozens of kilometers away. Satasia, who stayed behind here, was bored and reading a novel borrowed from the monastery.

Suddenly, a strange magical wave came from in front of him, and two familiar figures appeared.

Satasia was so frightened that she quickly hid the novel. After all, she remembered what Kai and the others said. These novels or pictures must not be seen by His Majesty the Demon King, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

When she thought that she might fall into the hands of a "cow girl", Satasia couldn't help but shudder and looked at the figure that appeared in the mirror nervously.

"Master Demon, is there...something wrong?"

I glanced at Satasia's somewhat panicked look with some suspicion, but that was not the point right now, so I didn't pay too much attention to it and pointed to the side.

On the other side, Satasia noticed that there was another figure in the mirror, and this figure was more familiar to her than the other two, even though she hadn't seen him for several months.