Book 5: Intermission
Sheesh, hey. Sheesh. Look at their violent temper.
As expected, even the auras of a high-rank Demon Lord’s royal bodyguards were on a different level.
Be it the sentries or the attendants, they were all glaring at me and whispering to each other. It can’t be helped. They’re the ones who want to badmouth me, so, by all means, I should allow them to eat tastily. It’s fine, everyone. Chew properly, okay? Eat well. Chew. They say that you shouldn’t even mess with a dog when they’re eating, and in spite of my appearance, I’m a well-mannered girl. Ahahah.
— ······To make a witch one’s captain of their Royal Guard······.
— How could such a noble personage appoint this kind of lowly peasant······.
— Harlots of souls with worn-out asses······.
Is it not amazing? Not only do people spew words from their mouths, but they spew words from their eyes as well. Yup. Strictly speaking, before putting an eyeball into those eye sockets, were those sockets not also holes?
Holes are holes. Something is either rammed into those holes or flows out from them, and that is what people believed in. Similar to how words come out of mouths and shit comes out of asses, something flows out from the eyes as well.
Scorn.