The Tale of Hero Alice’s Social Death

m behind.
The happy expression Heris made looked as if her pet dog had received praise.

Originally, Alice had prepared herself to act a little majestic to avoid having her fake identity exposed.
Yet, thanks to Heris's actions, she now had no majesty to speak of.
With her plan ruined, Alice sighed and resigned herself to fate.

“Y-Yes, she is quite cute…”

Davis felt his heart stopping for a moment when he saw Heris squeezing and pinching Alice's face.
After all, this was a Demon King they were talking about.
However, when Davis saw Alice's lack of reaction even after being toyed in such a manner, he couldn't help but recall Flaman's previous suggestion.
Looking at the current situation, marriage between Heris and Alice might be…possible?

As for Alice's worries that Davis would suspect her identity as the Demon King, that did not happen at all.
Although Davis could indeed sense that Alice's body didn't hold much strength, Heris had already stated on the phone that Alice still couldn't control the Demon King's Power perfectly.
Thus, Davis could understand the current situation.

Not to mention, even if Alice's identity was to be brought to suspicion, that was something for Flaman to do.
As a weak civil official, Davis had no right to question the identity of a Demon King, an existence that stood at the apex of the demon race.
He'd be stupid or tired of living if he did that.

“In any case, let me bring you to Lord Flaman first.”

When Davis saw that Alice started to feel uncomfortable from Heris's kneading, he decided to change the topic to stop Heris's actions.
Then, he turned around and led the way upstairs.

Seeing this, Heris let go of Alice's reddened cheeks and led Alice upstairs by the hand.
Meanwhile, Alice had no choice but to go along with the demoness's whims.
After all, her current setting was that of a Demon King who was incapable of perfectly manipulating the Demon King's Power.
Since that was the case, it didn't matter even if she acted weak for the moment.
Although there was no majesty to speak of in this situation, so long as she displayed her strength later on, she should be able to silence any dissidents.

I wonder if this will work… Alice wondered as she looked at the glove on her right hand.
It was something she bought when she shopped for snacks with Heris.
Her idea when buying the glove was simple—when she needed to put on a show of strength, all she needed to do was stuff a pair of panties into the glove and squeeze it.
Then, she would be able to use the panties' strength without suffering social death.

Of course, should Alice start fighting someone, whether she used her right hand's mana or used her panties' active skill to fight, the ordinary glove would be shredded, and she would run the risk of exposing her panties.
However, that was a problem that Alice had to worry about only if she was asked to participate in actual combat.
If she only needed to display her power, there shouldn't be any problems.

“Hm?” When Heris followed Davis into Flaman's office and saw two teacups on the office desk, she turned to Davis and asked, “Why are there two cups here? Did someone come here before us?”

“Yes.
It's His Highness Tver's butler.” Davis nodded, not bothering to hide this fact from Heris.

“You mean that diviner?” Heris quickly realized who Davis was talking about.
It was precisely because of this diviner's divination that she got to witness the birth of the new Demon King in person.
Thus, the trust she had for this diviner had increased even further.
“Where is he now?”

“Growing potatoes on the frontier.”