Chapter 70
Why is this idiot answering my voice when he’s contracted with Herion as head of the household?
‘Do you still think I’m your contractor?’
[Why are you only calling me now?! I’ve been sending signals to summon me for a while now!]
Jubellios, who had appeared, instantly started yelling.
Seeing Herion being harassed left and right by nobles as soon as she entered the meeting room had already put him in a foul mood.
He had tried to signal her by lighting up the ring, urging her to summon him—but Herion didn’t seem to notice it.
Whoosh!
Fwoooosh!
“Gasp!”
“Hurk!”
As Jubellios made a dramatic lap around the conference room, scorching heat instantly filled the space.
Everyone who had already been stunned by his sudden appearance was now overwhelmed by the heat that felt like it could incinerate them.
Receiving horrified and fearful stares from all around, Jubellios finally settled on Herion’s shoulder with a satisfied expression.
[How dare you…….]
His fiery gaze swept across the nobles in the room.
People instinctively sucked in sharp breaths.
So this is the Spirit King everyone talked about?
Just being in the same space with him made it hard to breathe.
No one could speak easily. Unlike earlier, not a single person could even make proper eye contact with Herion.
‘Exactly. This is how you put that guy to use.’
Herion was still too inexperienced to go up against these old, snaky nobles.
In terms of medical skill, she was more than fit to lead the Ellsia Count’s Estate, but politically—she still had a long way to go.
‘Call it a lack of experience.’
Still, there was no need for worry.
Because she had him—Jubellios.
Let’s see them try to run their mouths like before in front of that guy.
[…]
“Er, hem.”
“Mmgh.”
Apparently thinking the same thing as Ceres, Jubellios didn’t retract his fierce glare from the nobles.
“Lord Jubellios, Lady Ceres has something to say.”
[Really? What is it you want to ask me, Grace—]
Tsssk.
Shut it, you feathered bastard.
[…Ask anything. I’ll listen.]
Just as Jubellios had started approaching while calling her by her old name, Ceres’ sharp glare made him flinch and quickly change the subject.
Sneaking a glance at her, he fluttered over from Herion’s shoulder.
Just as he was about to land on Ceres’ shoulder—
[GASP!]
Jubellios immediately shot back into the air.
[You—you, you—!]
That’s when he finally noticed Kainel.
[Frozen corpse!]
“It’s been a while, half-roasted chicken.”
[I told you not to call me that!]
Sitting with arms crossed, Kainel cast a cold glance at the furiously shouting Jubellios.
[Why are you here?!]
“If a roast chicken can show up, I don’t see why a human can’t.”
[Grr! You two, always—mmph!]
Shut it. Shut it! SHUT IT!
Did he just say “you two”? Did he seriously say “you two”?!
Ceres smacked Jubellios’ mouth with lightning speed.
Stop spewing nonsense, you cursed firebird!
“When did you two meet?”
At Kainel’s inquisitive gaze, Ceres’ movement froze.
“We…? When I visited the Ellsia Count’s Estate with the Second Prince last time?”
“That brief moment was it?”
“Yes.”
Switching back to polite speech after talking casually made it feel even more awkward.
“But you two seem pretty close.”
“…Right.”
Go. Shoo. Fly back to your master!
Why on earth did you answer my voice in the first place?! Have you gone senile?
Ceres swatted her hand to shake off Jubellios, who kept trying to perch on her shoulder.
Regretful, Jubellios flapped his way back to Herion—his beak clearly pouting.
“……”
Even after that, Ceres had to do her best to ignore Kainel’s persistent gaze boring into her.
***
“Lady Ceres!”
…She’s always so cheerful. Even after what happened in the meeting room, she’s bursting with energy.
Ceres let out a short laugh as she watched Herion dash toward her, waving both arms with all her might.
Still seated on Ceres’ shoulder was the Spirit King of Fire, Jubellios.
Even after the Emperor and Crown Prince had entered the chamber, Jubellios hadn’t vanished.
On the contrary, he gave them a lofty look as if to say, Finally, some humans of proper rank.
‘The Spirit King of Fire?’
‘Hooh, it’s been a while since I’ve seen him in person.’
With Jubellios revealing himself for the first time since the former head of the house died, both the Emperor and Crown Prince found it very intriguing.
Thanks to Jubellios, the meeting ended sooner than expected.
[Idiots! You think a monster would fall for something like that?!]
‘Um, no, I mean—’
[Tactics? You call that a strategy?!]
‘It’s just—’
[Which house are you from again? Eshle? That snot-nosed brat?]
‘……’
Every time a noble said something dumb, Jubellios would roast them on the spot, leaving them unable to say anything coherent.
“Leaving already? I wanted to talk with you more.”
Reluctant to say goodbye so soon, Herion clutched Ceres’ arm tightly.
“How’s being the head of the family? Tough?”
“Y-yes……”
At Ceres’ question, Herion’s eyes drooped sadly.
But only for a moment. A bright smile quickly bloomed on her face.
“But I enjoy it. I’m glad I can finally do the things I always wanted to.”
“The things you wanted?”
“Yes! I’ve always hated how noble patients were treated first.”
“……”
“I couldn’t stand watching emergency patients being left outside for hours. So I’m trying to fix that.”
Ceres nodded internally.
That was exactly the thing that had pissed her off the most the first time she visited the Ellsia Count’s Estate.
“Of course, there’s a lot of resistance from others… but what can I do? I am the head now.”
She didn’t even need to see it to know how things were.
Many nobles from other families had probably already bribed internal staff to prioritize their own treatment or steal high-grade medicine.
‘Just like back then.’
Even when Ceres had strictly cracked down on such things, it still happened. So it must be worse now.
Tap.
Ceres gently patted Herion’s head.
You’re in for a rough ride, kid.
“Hehe.”
Herion’s eyes curled sweetly, clearly enjoying the gesture.
‘It’s so strange, isn’t it?’
Even though she was so much younger than her, Ceres made her want to lean on her.
She had felt that way since the first time they met. Herion found her own feelings odd, too.
“Herion.”
“Yes.”
“If there’s someone giving you trouble—”
“Someone? Are you going to help me?”
“No. Tattle to him.”
Have him peck them with that beak.
Ceres pointed at the Spirit King of Fire, sitting obediently on Herion’s shoulder.
[Exactly! Why the hell are you letting those jerks push you around?! If someone crosses the line, you call me!]
As if he’d been waiting for that cue, Jubellios nodded enthusiastically, scolding Herion.
He must’ve been frustrated for a while.
“Yes. But I’ll try to handle it with my own strength first.”
[Whaat?]
“Lord Ezzly told me that whether I fail or succeed, I need to build the strength to try things on my own.”
[Tch. That damn Ezzly. Always saying unnecessary things…]
The mention of the deceased former head of the house made Herion’s eyes briefly misty.
It was the same for Jubellios, whose fierce glare softened—despite his grumbling.
Tap tap.
Ceres lightly patted Herion’s head again.
Right. You’re the head. Do as you please.
“Lady Ceres, please come visit our house soon! There’s so much I need your help with.”
“…Didn’t you just say you’d do things on your own?”
What was that confident speech just now?
“Please~ Just a little help. There really are some things I can’t handle alone!”
“I’ll think about it, depending on how things go.”
“Really? You promise? And can’t we have some tea today? I’ve got so much I want to say!”
Clinging to Ceres’ hand, Herion looked up with the expression of a cat desperate not to be abandoned.
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