Demon Slayer: The Swordsman Coming Out of Sagiri Mountain

The bathroom of the Roswaal family is indeed quite big, and it smells like it has been soaked in a medicinal bath made of roses and tulips in advance, and the mist rising from the bathroom door can be seen from a long distance away.

Lin Yu took off the outer white mage robe, and his long silver hair fell off like a moonlight, reflecting the perfect and delicate side face, and his whole body exuded a faint fluorescence.

Rem looked a little dazed.

It's not that she is full of girlishness. As a professional maid in Roswaal's mansion, she doesn't have that kind of extra stuff.

It's just that they feel perfect... It's simply that they feel perfect from a biological point of view. If there is really a human being whose appearance has evolved to an impeccable level in this world, it should be like this.

I didn't think so until the man took off his robe.

"Umm...Although as a guest, I have to obey the host's arrangement in everything, but I'm still not used to being served like this, so can Miss Rem please avoid things like taking a bath?"

Lin Yu smiled apologetically.

Rem didn't speak, just bowed slightly to salute, and then backed out.

"Looks like you should be more careful."

After Lin Yu walked into the bathtub, his expression turned deep.

It has been a long time since he tried to solve problems by thinking in the past. In the past, he was more used to solving problems with force, but in this world, the boundaries of enemies are very blurred.

There is no such thing as joining one camp, and then becoming an enemy of the other camp, and then only need to use force to fight against it.

In this world, including Roswaal, the owner of the mansion that he has not met, there are still some unknown existences that seem to revolve around the word'witch', each with their own plans and purposes, what Lin Yu has to do The thing is not to become the master of the world, or to eradicate a certain force.

purpose, and then achieve the efficiency of the purpose.

These two points are always his top priority.

Arranging a reasonable identity for himself, and then giving himself enough reasons and ways to replenish his magic power is his best choice, instead of trying to get himself into trouble, the path he has to take here is completely different from that of the empire Two paths.

Judging from the current situation, Roswaal's two sisters who stayed in the mansion to watch the house should have turned their attention to him, but they don't know what action they will take next.

"Dior... sir?"

"Oh, Miss Emilia, hello."

After the bath was finished, Lin Yu was wiping his hair with a towel, and he almost got out of the bathroom to get some air. He happened to meet Emilia who was coming from the other end of the corridor. She put on a new long dress, soft and soft. Her long hair hung over her shoulders, and there was a little surprise on her girlish and delicate face.

"Ah, sorry, I almost didn't recognize it just now. I didn't expect Mr. Dior to look like this after taking off his robe."

"How about it, is it similar to you?"

Lin Yu smiled and looked at his hair.

The silvery white of the same style as Emilia.

Emilia froze for a moment, and then nodded with a friendly smile in her eyes.

"So, Mr. Dior was able to..."

"There may be some reasons for this, but in my hometown there is a legend about the Witch of Envy... that is a story I have heard since I was a child, and I have always regarded it as a legend. After all, those who are afraid of the Witch of Envy Haven't people never seen the Envious Witch before? How could that kind of existence appear in front of people casually? Not to mention judging by such things as hair and appearance, this is too naive and funny, isn't it? Emily Miss Ya."

"Yes."

Emilia nodded in agreement, as if she had heard the most correct words in the world.

The man walked to the window, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the shining moonlight, giving him a very sacred feeling.

At the other end of the corridor, two sneaky figures went up and down, their heads side by side.

"Rem, do you think this person really has no magical power at all as what Lady Emilia said?"

"I don't think so, sister. When he took off the mage's robe, I did lose my mind for a moment. He should be hiding his magic power."

"Really? I checked. You don't have the residual smell of eroded magic on your body. What's going on? Did you make a mistake, Rem?"

The two of you speak to me.

The red-haired maid Ram felt that there was a high possibility that her sister made a mistake, but judging from the current situation, this man did have an indescribably strange feeling.

Especially after taking off the mage's robe, this weird feeling suddenly emerged.

To put it bluntly... It's like having a great appearance, and a good temperament that belongs to that kind of guy, but the talent is very mediocre?

Seeing him chatting happily with Emilia, Ram turned around.

"I will report this matter to Lord Roswaal. Before that, Rem..."

"Sister, now is a critical period for Lord Emilia. I think it doesn't matter whether this person appears beside Lord Emilia for any reason, or whether he has any plans or not. These things are not important. The important thing is that he made Made the wrong choice and became an eyesore."

Ram glanced at the corridor, and Emilia had a very happy smile on her face, and it could be seen that it was from the heart.

At this moment, a trace of regret appeared on Ram's expression.

"Well, Rem, your judgment is correct."

After speaking, she escaped into the darkness of the corridor and went up to the lord's room on the stairs.

And her younger sister, Rem, showed a very vigilant look.

As night fell, the entire mansion was silent and empty.

After nightfall, everything returned to calm, the manor under the night could only hear the low chirping of insects, and the moonlight reflected from the glass windows entered the corridor of the mansion, making it dark.

Ding Ding!

Ding Ding!

The crisp sound of metal crashing sounded from the depths of the darkness, spreading to a certain guest room on the second floor.

Gently.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Under the moonlight, it can be seen very clearly that the bed placed in the center of the room is empty, with wrinkles on the quilt and residual warmth.

The blue-haired maid, Rem, held a big hammer full of thorns in her hand. Her puppet-like delicate face was no longer as cute as it was in the daytime, but only cold and cruel. She tilted her head slightly and spoke coldly.

"where is it?"