After a lively day. At night, Egil slept with the Eight Maidens. All kinds of harmonious scenes, all kinds of snow and moon wind flowers...... That's completely impossible. In fact. After the wedding, everyone waited for the wedding dress to be how to live. It's just that when eating, it seems that Sonya, who was supposed to stand next to her and can't sit at the table, Maria can sit on the side. In addition, there are a few people who are not usually together, Nightingale, Ba Asami, and Joan of Arc, they are all together now.

Of course, there are others who are not very happy with this. It is the current Palestinian Grand Duchess Ai'en. Until then, in order to satisfy Egil's bad taste, the cat lady had been lying on the ground and eating in the cat bowl. Occasionally, Egil would take strips of meat and put them out of Ain's reach as if he were teasing a pet. I saw that her little paws were up and up, and they were enough. It feels like a lot of fun.

And Aien seems to have long been accustomed to this kind of life. Now that she is allowed to eat at the table, she feels very uncomfortable. It's like when I was wearing a wedding dress before. I feel itchy all over my body. If it weren't for Egil's good persuasion, she wouldn't have made a joke.

Aien, who is accustomed to grabbing directly with his hands or eating directly with his mouth, grabbed a knife and fork and knocked on the table, not knowing how to use it, and tried several times like others. But I can't learn it at all. I'm so hungry. He looked pitifully at Egil, who was sitting on the other side of the table. A low whine. That meant that he wanted Egil to feed her.

However, for a while, Egil didn't have time to care about her. Because of the girls who sat beside her—Artoria, Lilianu, Aurora, and Joan of Arc. All of them are very unkind. The atmosphere was as oppressive as if it were 20,000 miles under the sea.

Egil felt that the four imperial concubines around her seemed to form an invisible barrier. Around them is a world, and at a distance of five meters is another world. Straddling space and time, life and death, good and evil...... Let His Majesty the Emperor feel like a year.

After gaining access to the system, Egil purchased more advanced medicines and supplements, and completely cured Joan of Arc's old illness. Although it has not been a sword dance for a long time. But the Holy Maiden with the consciousness of killing herself is still not to be underestimated. At this moment, the saint was looking at the mad queen. Joan of Arc was dressed in white light armor, which contrasted sharply with Artoria's black armor. And Artoria's murderous gaze is as clear as Jeanne d'Arc's breezy attitude. Both men are eating with their knives in one hand and the hilt of their swords with the other. Always ready to draw your sword and fight.

There is a good chance that the martial arts faction on this side will start a bloody battle. On the other side, the attitude of the two politicians is also not very friendly. The eldest princess of the empire, Aurora, and the Eastern Roman Empress Lilianu, seem to have a good attitude on the surface, talking and laughing like old friends. However, if you listen carefully, you can understand that there is a hint in the words of the two people, and cynicism is good. Hearing the heart-wrenching words, Egil felt his liver tremble. Compared to the two muscular fools opposite, Egil, who also belongs to the conspirator sequence, feels that these two girls are even more terrifying. After all, killing with the tongue is much more clever than killing with the sword.

And what's worse is that while the girls seem to be opposed to each other. It seems that there is only the enemy in the eyes, and there is no room for others. But Egil knew very well that they had all shared a share of God in themselves. If there is any change in themselves, it is impossible to say that these four girls will let go of their grudges against each other. For the time being, unite with the outside world, hack yourself to death first, and then compete with each other.

In this way, Egil desperately tried to hide his breath. I wish I could be a little less remarkable. This was the first time for the arrogant and arrogant Norman Emperor. He'd been wailing more than once - how nice it would have been if Sonia was still around. This stupid girl who is loyal to herself is the best shield. It's a pity, it's a pity...... Now I'm the only one here to make my life.

If given a choice, Egil would rather face 10,000 of the most violent minotaur warriors alone. Or face the Mongol army of ten Genghis Khan. I don't want to live here. Despite the abundance of food on the table, the cooking was just right. But when Egil brought these delicacies to his mouth, he could not taste anything. It's just a sin to live.

In the end, this battlefield-like dinner lasted for an unprecedented two hours. The number of people has increased, and the time has been extended. However, the food consumed is only one-third of what it used to be. In such an atmosphere, only a natural stay like Maria, and an animal model like Ain, can eat. Artoria, in particular, has put all her strength into competing with her opponents. It wasn't spent on eating at all.

Eventually, though, the girls came to an agreement. Or maybe they have found a solution to their conflict - and that is Egil!

"What the hell do you like—"

At that time, the four girls said this half of the sentence at almost the same time. However, when they looked back, they saw that Egil was long gone—he was no fool. The atmosphere just now was obviously about to kill him. If you stay here, you can't even leave a corpse. Even the other six girls were far away when they saw the situation. The maids who were waiting next to them hid as far as they could. No one is visible.

Seeing that the main owner is gone. The four girls who were still jealous just now "flickered" and got up all of a sudden. After an exchange of glances, the scope of the search was determined. Each of the four people is responsible for one direction. Properly pull Egil out, and he won't give up without asking clearly.

And yet they searched and searched. I searched for most of the night but couldn't find it. Egil sealed the psychic connection with Aurora, so she couldn't sense where Egil was.

Meanwhile...... In a small grove on the outskirts of Krakow. Egil took the lunch box and spoonful by spoonful of Russian-style wontons into Ain's mouth, which was lying on his knees. Occasionally eat one yourself.

"I must be hungry...... It's pathetic. Egil's free left hand gently stroked Ain's hair. At the same time, he said. And Aien also let out a coquettish moan. Rubbing his head against Egil's thigh. Looking at his pet's cute expression, Egil also smiled. Then he sighed softly:

"I'm pitiful enough......"

(To be continued)