Chapter 38…
The Demon King Is Drunk on the Mirage Princess (Side: Yoan).
(Just how can Felicia be this adorable…? Is it really okay for me to be this happy? Maybe I’m about to die soon?)
Climbing the spiral staircase that led up the tower in the middle of the night, Yoan was lost in thought.
It had already been a full month since Felicia came to the castle.
Ever since she first baked canelés for him, she had been making sweets for him every single day. Starting with the handkerchief, the number of Yoan’s belongings adorned with Felicia’s embroidery had grown steadily. On the hem of the black shirt he was wearing now, and even on the chest of his indigo night robe, a small rose crest was stitched in golden-blue thread—gold intertwined with blue—because Yoan had once mentioned he liked that color.
Most of Yoan’s clothes were in dark, muted shades of black, but Felicia intentionally used threads of similar tones so that the embroidery wouldn’t stand out too much.
Yoan, for his part, would have liked nothing better than to show off Felicia’s embroidery proudly for all to see. But Felicia never wished to draw attention to herself—it was just like her to be so modest and considerate.
(Well, Felicia draws people’s eyes just by being there…)
That heavenly beauty, that aura of grace. When she spoke, her delicate, clear voice like a celestial karyōbinga bird carried intelligent, gentle words.
(And on top of that, the kindness that lets her share in others’ pain, and that pure, untainted heart… It’s no wonder everyone who meets her becomes utterly entranced.)
Overwhelmed by the rush of affection for her, Yoan pressed a hand to his chest.
Everything Felicia crafted seemed imbued with healing power—her sweets soothed him from within with a single bite, and even her embroidered items radiated warmth and comfort just by holding them. It felt as if Felicia herself were always by his side. After training, he hardly felt fatigue anymore, and his stamina had noticeably improved.
Just having Felicia in his castle brought him indescribable happiness. And yet, on top of that, she did things for him—so much that Yoan sometimes wondered if he wasn’t trapped in an endless dream he never wanted to wake from.
Felicia took care of all her own needs and even helped Hugo with chores. At first, Hugo had hesitated to let a marquis’s daughter—his master’s guest—do housework, but he soon realized that giving her small tasks helped her feel more comfortable. So he began intentionally assigning her light duties.
Being sensitive to his master’s emotions, Hugo often had Felicia tend to Yoan personally. Whenever Yoan trained, Felicia would bring him a cold drink and a towel. During their shared reading hours in the library, she prepared sweets and brewed delicious tea. Those moments together were bliss for Yoan.
The first time he took her to the forest, she had been so delighted that, afterward, whenever the weather was fine and she had prepared sweets that were easy to eat outdoors, they would go there together again. Felicia’s eyes sparkled at the beautiful scenery, and she played innocently with animals—so much that Yoan found it almost impossible to resist the urge to hold her close.
(I always knew she was capable, but even as a marquis’s daughter, she doesn’t shy away from housework. Her skill in baking and embroidery is on par with that of a master artisan. She’s considerate, her presence alone brings peace, and she even learned protective magic naturally… Truly flawless. That’s Felicia for you.)
Feeling a pride as if it were his own achievement, Yoan stepped into the top floor of the tower.
