After a few days of various experiments, it became much easier for me to control my facial expressions. A huge step forward compared to my first attempts, which were more reminiscent of the death throes of a future corpse. In addition to the obvious advantages of increasing humanity, there was a group of certain disadvantages - it was better not to move around Nazarick without a helmet.
There are absolutely no questions about the humanoid face of the same Demiurge and Cocytus. Take, for example, Sebastian - a noble monk and the best creation of Touch Me. His appearance is completely consistent with an elderly man who has passed the problems of old age by. The ideal spy of Nazarick, but everyone knows for sure that behind the noble appearance lies the terrifying form of a dragonid.
It's the same with me, whether I had the standard appearance of a horrible creature or a human - no one cared for much. But there are always a few exceptions to the rule. Luckily, Shalltear is under house arrest, and only two girls bother me. One stands on the right, offering to try out her research in creating drinks, and the other asks to evaluate masterpieces of culinary art; where did Kurumi and Albedo pick up all this?
Shifting my eyes from the remote observation mirror, I narrowed my eyebrows with difficulty, glaring suspiciously at Demiurge. This made his smile falter for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. After all, we were seated chaotically around a round table, and we had to "save face" in front of all the participants of the meeting.
"Are you troubled by something, Lord Bondrewd?" the demon asked me in a completely dispassionate tone. I have a strange suspicion that he is the head troll of Nazarick, like its creator.
- In no case, - my lips lifted up slightly in a friendly manner, causing my interlocutor's eyebrows to twitch strangely. He suspects that the main adviser in women's affairs has been exposed, and now he can be subjected to a friendly interrogation with partiality. - How is the surveillance of the northern part of the city of E-Asenara going? - he asked about the massacre, as if about the weather for tomorrow.
While I waited for an answer, I carefully turned my gaze to my helmet, which was on the decorated table where we were sitting together with the alien slime Herohero. It was the very last day of the game, the day that moved me to a better place. With its own conventions, but they did not matter compared to the rotten city of the future - this world is a real paradise in the flesh.
- Ah, that's what you mean, - Demiurge answered more joyfully. - Your chimera is amazing, in one instant it destroyed the kingdom's attacking army.
"Arrogance ruins people more than a century-old winter," the simply fantastic girl standing next to me supported the demon with a grin. She was currently wearing a waitress's outfit with a dark blouse and a white apron. The most striking thing about her image were her white stockings with garters, as well as her eye closed under her well-groomed bangs. Kurumi was holding cooling drinks, which, according to her assurances, she had prepared personally, albeit under the supervision of the Sous-chef - our bartender.
"You…" Albedo's gnashing of teeth echoed throughout the conference room, but she quickly regained her composure. "Please, Master, taste my snacks." With a sweet smile, the evil succubus elegantly placed the tray of snacks down, and began to burn Kurumi with hatred for a while before quickly turning her angry gaze to Demiurge.
The demon, so to speak, shook his head, hinting that he had nothing to do with it. I see, so my creation figured out on its own that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and a dark force whispered this to Albedo.
Simply amazing.
"Well, well, such dry food, if it is not diluted with My drinks, then it is a failure," the second tray appeared right in front of me.
It would be a sin to refuse, so, taking a green smoothie in one hand and a pathetic semblance of pizza in the other, I began to eat lunch. In all fairness, I should have invited the other guards to join in, but the thing is, these dishes were prepared especially for me. Fortunately, my message reached the Head Chef as quickly as his feet entered the meeting hall. When he entered, all the guards looked at him angrily, because the head chef of Nazarick literally flew in here.
- I beg your pardon, lord! - the creature apologized in a devilish voice, in place of whose head there was a shining pumpkin, the kind used during Halloween. - Girls, bring it in faster, - under the surprised looks of the guards, who five seconds ago were ready to punish the impudent fellow, the girls entered our hall carrying various snacks and drinks. Although they were not watching them, but Mr. Pumpkin.
"Our meeting requires utmost concentration," after all, it is undesirable to miss an important detail. "However, it is wrong for me to break this rule alone, so I asked the Chef to bring snacks for everyone."
"As expected of a fair Lord," Demiurge nodded, going into deep thoughtfulness. He didn't think that I had planned everything from the very beginning, when he was just about to tell Albedo in a friendly manner how to best hit on a man, did he?
"Your nobility knows no bounds," the King of Parasites supported the demon.
"T-thank you!" Mare thanked with a flushed face.
- Oh, yummy! - Aura immediately started stuffing her mouth like a child, like a hamster.
"Sebas, you should join the table too," while the other guards were expressing their gratitude, and the two girls on the sides were frowning in displeasure, only Sebas continued to stand with a stone face. "I understand that it is not in the style of a noble creature to hold a feast during a plague," he gestured with his hand at the transparent sphere through which we were watching the grand battle of the kingdom's adventurers against the still immature chimera, which was unable to repel some types of ranged attacks from an interesting girl in red robes. "But it is better to think about the correctness of your actions on a full stomach, and not look with a hungry gaze at hungry people," shrugging his shoulders, it was time to return to the meal, watching the knights of the kingdom storming the city in the form of a monster for an hour already. The knights did not even take a break for a snack, trying to defeat the enemy that surpassed their borders.
"If such is your will," Sebas bowed like a gentleman and took the same place at the round table that Touch Me had once occupied. Surprisingly, all the guards seemed to instinctively know where their creators had once been.
"Bon appetit!" the Chef bowed and wanted to leave, but was delayed for a moment by my call.
"Your work has been appreciated, from now on all discovered recipes and unknown animals, fruits, vegetables and spices to Nazarick will be sent directly to you, so that you can continue to improve your culinary skills, reaching the pinnacle of progress." It is better to give such praise in front of your subordinates, so that they will help fulfill their ruler's promise. In addition, they will be much more interested in fulfilling it if they try the current peak of our chef's skill, whose appearance and race we selected during Halloween, guided by the rule: "trick or treat."
- Ga-Ga-Ga, - laughing ominously, the pumpkin-headed man most likely tried to hide his embarrassment. - Your praise is an honor for me, no, I will make the best cake in the world, on which I will write your words from the best cream, in order to present you with the peak of my skill for tasting, - bowing, he left the assembly hall together with the maids. In Nazarick there are not only Pleiades, there are many more servants here, but there will be few fighting ones.
"Mr. Bondrewd, how many of these mirrors do we have?" Demiurge's question sounded surprisingly serious. Did he really have plans to develop a super-powerful intelligence network based on them?
— Less than I would like. Few of the inhabitants of Yggdrasil carried such artifacts with them — or rather, players kept them in their inventory, but I didn't want to remind myself once again of the origin of my current strength and wealth. In fact, all of this was once an ordinary set of zeros and ones. — Just three, in addition to those through which you are now monitoring the battlefield — I brought six mirrors to the meeting so that each side could monitor what was happening. That makes nine.
- I see, can I use one of them for...
"Demiurge…" Albedo stopped him coldly.
"It's all good, my trusted deputy has all the authority to use Nazarick's resources to implement the plan to expand the influence of our base," in theory, he should have enough brains not to waste and break everything on the first day. Although, since the transfer to the new world, I have spent several trivial consumables. It turns out that out of all the members of Nazarick, I am the most wasteful.
"Please forgive me…" Albedo apologized modestly to Kurumi's satisfied grin, which hit her feminine pride hard.
"Amazing fighting spirit," Cocytus's icy eyes all stared at one point. After adjusting my image, I adjusted the screen to see the same as the Parasite King. The other guards followed my example.
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