Chapter 3: Ah, I Still Look Good!

  (Celia’s POV)

  James: “What shall we pack, My Queen?” She asked.

  Celia: “Pack? Nothing. All of my restrictions are gone, and as such, my magic storage is back in my access. I store so much… we won’t have to bring anything with us.” I denied.

  James: “Oh… My Queen, you’re so amazing!” She praised.

  Celia: “…”

  I swear that I could see this woman’s eyes sparkling right now. Was I really that impressive? Speaking of James, she had black hair, that only went down to her shoulders, and looked like… a very typical maid. No, she didn’t have horns, or anything like that. We aren’t those kinds of demons. Hopefully…

  Celia: “Enough praises… Go get what you wish to bring. We won’t leave today, but it is far better to be prepared to leave at a moment’s notice. I will be in my room, sleeping.” I reply with a smile.

  James: “Yes, My Queen. Please have a splendid rest!” She said with a bow.

  Remembering where my room was located at, I quickly made my way there. Now inside, I was greatly nervous to look at the mirror. Swallowing my pride, I looked at it, and was gleeful as can be. I looked just the same as always!

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  Faith: “Ah, so narcissistic… You must be the real Celia.” She said with a yawn.

  Celia: “…”

  Faith: “Why the silence?” She asked, still sounding sleepy.

  Celia: “James, she, at the very least, said that she has known me for 100,000 years. Does that mean… you’ve waited that long for me to gain control of my body again?” I ask with a greatly remorseful tone.

  Faith: “Ah, I would love to string you along for sympathy, but as my future wife, you more than deserve my respect. I woke up two days ago. So I didn’t wait for that long, don’t worry your pretty little head over it.” She clarified with a coaxing tone.

  Celia: “Good.” I reply, now returning to being happy.

  Looking in the mirror once more, I didn’t even have anything that would mark me as a demon. Was my castle really the only thing that was an identifiable thing that told others that I was the Demon Queen? How lazy… Nemu, as Ruina’s wife, I guess that I have to forgive you for this extreme lack of creativity.

  Faith: “Do you feel okay?” She asked with a curious tone.

  Celia: “I hadn’t checked my Status yet, but I feel absolutely perfect, and I feel even more powerful than before.” I answered.

  Faith: “Why don’t you check it out now? Oh, by the way, none of your guild members will end up in this dimension with you. Like before, you’re alone once more.” She proposed, also adding some useful information into the mix.

  Celia: “Hm… I figured as such. And, not right now, no.” I reply with a sigh.

  Faith: “Oh? The power hungry woman… is resisting the desire to check out her current power? How unheard of!” She jokingly exclaimed.

  Celia: “I woke up to a sword slashed into my head, so I am very mentally tired. Faith, give me some alms, and let me sleep with you.” I explained, somewhat sadly, at that.

  Faith: “I welcome you with warm, loving, lustful, but restrained arms. Go lay down already! I wanna sleep with you even more!!!” She said with an excited and happy tone.