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\text("Risbell")
It's not like I completely trust you or anything.
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The person who knows Caym best right now.
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And the backbone of the Demon Lord's army, supporting Caym
from behind the scenes.
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That was the girl named Risbell.
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\text("Beatrice")
Oh my. Risbell-chan, I haven't even said anything yet.
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Wanting to know more about Caym's current situation,
Beatrice visited the office where Risbell was.
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And those were the very first words thrown at her.

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\text("Risbell")
I thought it would be best to say it up front, so please
forgive my rudeness.

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\text("Beatrice")
Yes, yes, I can tell just by looking at your face,
Risbell-chan.
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\text("Beatrice")
Besides, expecting you to trust me unconditionally when I
just showed up out of nowhere is a bit much, isn't it?
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Beatrice's heels clicked as she approached the office desk.

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\text("Beatrice")
You're right, Risbell-chan. So I'm not bothered by it at
all, okay?
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Then she leaned on the desk and peered closely at Risbell's
face.
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\text("Risbell")
Um... so, did you need something? As you can see, I'm a bit
busy right now...

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Despite being a fairly large desk, it was buried under piles
of documents.
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And yet, everything was neatly organized―a testament to
Risbell's personality.
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\text("Beatrice")
Ufufu, even your angry face is cute, Risbell-chan.

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\text("Risbell")
Wha...!? P-please don't tease me!

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Risbell slammed her hand on the desk and stood up.
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\text("Risbell")
Let me ask you again. What exactly is your business here?

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\text("Risbell")
If you're just here to tease me, could you... maybe do it
later?
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\text("Beatrice")
Really, Risbell-chan, you're such a good girl. Or maybe just
very accommodating.
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Beatrice gave a wry smile.
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Even though she said she was busy, Risbell still took the
time to deal with her, and Beatrice couldn't help but find
her adorable.
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\text("Beatrice")
Normally, you'd expect someone to just kick me out.

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\text("Risbell")
T-There's no way I could do something like that!

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\text("Risbell")
After all... you're Lord Caym's older sister, so I have to
show you some respect...
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\text("Beatrice")
But you still don't trust me, do you?

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As Beatrice continued to tease her, Risbell finally snapped.

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\text("Risbell")
I don't, but I have to!

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\text("Risbell")
If you really are Lord Caym's older sister, that would make
you the first princess of Hados.

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\text("Risbell")
There's no way I could say anything rude to someone like
that...
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\text("Beatrice")
I think you've already said plenty, though.
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\text("Risbell")
Ugh... Geez! Just get to the point already, please.


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\text("Risbell")
I'm already overwhelmed just taking care of Lord Caym by
myself, and now I have to entertain his sister for fun too?
I can't handle that!
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Risbell protested, her eyes brimming with tears.
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\text("Beatrice")
Ah, sorry. You were just so cute, I couldn't help myself...
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Thinking it would be too cruel to tease her any further,
Beatrice finally got to the point.
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\text("Beatrice")
You see, I wanted to know a little about how Caym is doing
these days.
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\text("Risbell")
Huh? About Lord Caym right now? If you mean him, he's
currently away from the labyrinth...
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\text("Beatrice")
No, that's not it. Out of everyone in the Demon Lord's army,
you're the one who's been with Caym the longest, right?

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\text("Beatrice")
So... let's see, I want you to tell me your impression of
Caym, or what you think about him.

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\text("Risbell")
My impression...? But what are you planning to do with that
information?
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Beatrice's unexpectedly reasonable question left Risbell a
bit taken aback, but she voiced her doubt anyway.

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After thinking for a moment, Beatrice let out a small laugh.

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\text("Beatrice")
You know, I was only just recently resurrected, right?

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\text("Risbell")
Ah, yes... Though I do have some serious doubts about that
whole thing.

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\text("Beatrice")
Ufufu♪ But it's true.
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\text("Beatrice")
So, you see? I know what he was like as a child, but as for
how he is now... honestly, I hardly―no, I don't know him at
all.
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\text("Beatrice")
That's why I came to ask you like this♪

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Beatrice gave a playful wink.
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Risbell wore an ambiguous expression, not quite convinced
but not entirely unconvinced either.
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\text("Risbell")
I understand what you want, but... I'm not sure I know as
much about him as you think, Beatrice-san.

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\text("Beatrice")
That's fine♪ Come on, tell me! You've got some great
stories, don't you?

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\text("Risbell")
...I don't have anything like that, though?
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\text("Beatrice")
Huh?
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Beatrice blinked in surprise.
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And in the next moment, Risbell began to speak.
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Letting out all the complaints she'd been bottling up.
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\text("Risbell")
I'm sure you're already aware of his personality and
hobbies, so I won't bother mentioning those, but having to
put up with them is honestly more than I can take.
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\text("Risbell")
First of all, his very motivation is just weird, you know?

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\text("Risbell")
Do you know why he started all this? It was for women. He
started fighting just so he could sleep with women.

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\text("Risbell")
Well, let's say I can let that slide. I mean, I did accept
it, so I share some of the blame.
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\text("Risbell")
But now that he's the leader of the Demon Lord's army, he
should at least try to act the part a little more...

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\text("Beatrice")
...Ah, ahaha... Maybe I picked the wrong person for this...

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Once she started talking, Risbell's complaints just wouldn't
stop.
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It was almost shocking how much frustration Risbell
unleashed on her older sister Beatrice, as if she'd been
storing it all up in that slender body of hers.
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\text("Risbell")
Beatrice-san! Are you even listening?

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With a sharp glare, Risbell shot Beatrice a look.

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\text("Beatrice")
Y-Yes... Of course I'm listening!
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\text("Beatrice")
(...Risbell-chan might be the type who gets out of control
when she drinks...)
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\text("Risbell")
...And it was the same that time too. He just snuck out of
the army on his own...
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\text("Risbell")
He never shows up when it matters, so I always end up having
to make all the decisions myself!
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\text("Risbell")
Look at this pile of paperwork! All of this is stuff
Caym-sama is supposed to go through himself!!

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\text("Risbell")
But I have to do it all... And meanwhile, he doesn't even
care about my hard work, just spending every night with some
woman...
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\text("Beatrice")
Oh my, sounds like your complaints have turned into
jealousy.
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Sensing her chance, Beatrice cut in.
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And just like that, the conversation shifted perfectly to
Risbell's love life.
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\text("Risbell")
I-It's not jealousy!
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\text("Beatrice")
Oh? But you like Caym, don't you?

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\text("Risbell")
Wha―
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With a pop, Risbell's face turned bright red in an instant.
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\text("Risbell")
N-No, I don't! Why would I ever fall for someone like him?!


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With her face still red, Risbell desperately denied it.
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But in her frantic denial, Risbell didn't realize she was
basically admitting it.

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\text("Beatrice")
Oh, so Risbell-chan doesn't like Caym at all, huh?

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Beatrice nodded with a sly grin.

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\text("Risbell")
T-That's right!
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\text("Risbell")
The only reason I serve Caym-sama is because I want to
create a world where we Diabolica can live in peace without
discrimination.
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\text("Risbell")
I-I don't have any personal feelings for Caym-sama or
anything... really...
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All her earlier bravado gone, Risbell muttered in a voice
barely louder than a mosquito's.
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\text("Beatrice")
I see, I think I understand how you feel about Caym now,
Risbell-chan.
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\text("Risbell")
D-Do you really understand?
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Risbell shot her a suspicious look.
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\text("Risbell")
I really, truly don't think Caym-sama is cool or anything
like that, not even a little!

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\text("Beatrice")
Yeah, yeah. I'll just leave it at that for you.

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Waving her hand as if she'd had her fill, Beatrice laughed
and left the office.
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\text("Risbell")
Hey, you don't get it at all!!

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\text("Beatrice")
Sorry for bothering you when you're busy. Good luck with
your work~♪
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And so, only Risbell, her face bright red, was left in the
room.
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\text("Risbell")
R-Really... I don't feel anything for him... not at all...

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With no one left to listen, Risbell muttered once more in
the empty room.
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It sounded less like she wanted someone to hear it, and more
like she was trying to convince herself.
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