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“You’re just irritating by nature.”

“Ugh… un’faihh… pfh!”

As Aizen’s hands suddenly let go, Sibel rubbed his stinging cheeks, going ‘aeiou’.

Why does that bastard have such a shitty personality whenever he gets the chance?

Could it be that he has some painful story, like a deficient personality stemming from a lack of love received while growing up? If it were something like that, he was willing to understand, maybe 0.002%.

“Come out.”

“Where to?”

Sibel stuck out his lips and answered sulkily.

“To eat.”

“Don’t tell me, you’re going to make food?”

“Well, it’s not like we’re eating out here.”

Hearing Aizen’s words and looking at him closely, the cloth wrapped around his waist was an apron.

“……Did you get a job as a chef?”

“This happened because you guys gave me stuff even a dog couldn’t eat.”

“…….”

It was incomprehensible. Truly, no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t understand. That hero was now even starting to prepare meals in the demon king’s castle. Sometimes doing security, sometimes cooking, roaming the demon king’s castle as he pleased, acting shitty…… Wasn’t he adapting a little too well?

“What’s on the menu.”

Thwack!

Aizen lightly flicked Sibel’s forehead.

“Ak!”

It wasn’t that painful, but a surprised sound escaped him. Then Aizen shook his head from side to side and headed for the door.

“Why ask. You eat what you’re given. Everyone, scramble to the dining room before I say it twice.”

“Am I included too? Sir Hero?”

Ruru asked Aizen, eyes sparkling.

……Since when did the address become ‘Sir’? Ruru, true to his nature as a fox, had a really sly side.

As Aizen affirmed, Ruru wagged his tail excitedly and followed him out the door.

“Demon King! It might be poisoned, so I’ll check it out! You wash up slowly and come to the dining room!”

“…….”

Rubbing his stinging cheek and forehead with both hands, Sibel watched the two figures leave.

……Hmm, seeing as how it’s always a mess, I guess there’s nothing wrong with our Demon King’s castle is fine.

Sibel’s standard for a peaceful daily life was beginning to twist somewhere.

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[Title: (Urgent) Demon King who arrived at the general meeting

Content: What’s today’s topic? Came out in a hurry so couldn’t read the notice

And please tell me if Lady Lilianthes is here lol

└ So the poster’s real goal is to find out if Lilianthes is attending, right?

└ If you’ve lived over a hundred years, learn to read. Can’t even read the notice?

└ (Poster) Do you see me writing on the board in hieroglyphics?

└ Ak lololololololololol

└ But really, why are we meeting today? Is it an emergency summons?

└ I don’t know, something about attack provocation or demon tribe protection measures or something, a meeting about that

└ They do that every day, must be boring

└Lady Lilianthes is here??

└ Not yet

└ These bastards think this is a fan meeting tch tch

└ But what’s for lunch?

└ You think this is a cafeteria tch tch

└ Has the general meeting started???? Am I late?

└ You think this is a meeting room tch tch

└ Hey;; it is a meeting room;; how far are you going to take this;;

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Today was the day of the Demon King Emergency General Meeting.

Sibel had been psyching himself up since morning, put on neat clothes, and came to the location where the general meeting was being held.

As demon kings revealed themselves one by one in the general meeting hall, Sibel had taken a spot early at the entrance to the meeting room and was greeting the seniors.

“Hey there, newbie.”

“Do the same ‘Hello!’”

“Yeah, get in, get in.”

The appearances of the demon kings were diverse. Human, elf, dwarf, dragon, the most surprising was a demon king who rolled in looking like a slime.

Personal tastes should be respected, but he felt a regret that if it had been a bipedal form, it wouldn’t have swept up all the dust from the floor.

“What’s this! Newbie!”

Then, a loud voice drilled into Sibel’s ears.

“Pleased to meet you! Senior!”

As Sibel bowed 90 degrees, Molgramoon, who had a dragon form, stood in front of Sibel with a thud, thud sound. Although scaled down significantly to fit the location compared to a real dragon, Sibel had to crane his neck as far as he could to see his face.

“The problem with this damn demon world is that it calls you annoyingly for every little thing.”

“I-Is that so?”

“Is there any demon king here who’s free? It’s a problem, a problem.”

Molgramoon said while scratching his chin with a sharp claw. Scales and dust fell from him in clumps.

Eew, gross…

It looked extremely unsanitary, but Sibel just nodded without a peep.

“Did you have a good rainy season?”

“Ye-Yes! Thanks to your concern!”

“What concern did I show? I just destroyed about three human villages.”

“Ehk……?”

“Stretched my body a bit, it felt good, you know?”

An evil demon king. A bad demon king! How can you just destroy human villages!

“What did you do, newbie?”

“I… Lady Lilianthes gave me some medicine so……”

“Huh? Lilianthes did?”

Molgramoon’s eyes flashed. Curiosity glinted on his face.

“Lilianthes went to your castle?”

“Pardon? Yes……”

Just as he felt intimidated, wondering if he shouldn’t have said that, something warm was plopped onto Sibel’s head. A cool, sweet scent wafted over.

“Sibel.”

A low, soft voice.

“Lord Leviathan!”

Turning his head at the welcome voice, he saw Leviathan. He was wearing a long, flowing black garment today, giving a priest-like feeling.

“You came early.”

“Yes! Well, since I’m the newbie…… Did you have a good rainy season?”

Sibel asked, looking up at Leviathan. For some reason, his face looked slightly dry compared to before when it shone sleekly.

“Hmm.”

As Leviathan was choosing his words, Molgramoon next to him laughed and opened his mouth.

“As if the great Leviathan could have a good rainy season.”

“Ah. Se-Senior, then did you also… destroy some villages……”

Wondering if Leviathan also went around smashing human villages, Sibel cautiously opened his mouth. Then, the hand on top of his head tousled his hair.

“I don’t enjoy such troublesome matters.”

Sibel nodded. It was puzzling why Molgramoon had reacted like that.

“Your hair has grown a bit.”

Leviathan’s hand, which had been stroking his crown, slid down to the ends of Sibel’s bangs.

Had his hair grown a bit? Sibel looked at the hair pulled in front of his eyes. His eyes crossed.

Leviathan’s thumb and forefinger rubbed against Sibel’s hair as they passed.

“If it were a bit longer……”

His hand moved away, and the hair plopped down beside his forehead.

“It would be pretty.”

Leviathan’s gaze, which had been on his hair, met Sibel’s eyes.

‘Is he recommending I grow my hair long like Lord Leviathan?’

Sibel looked at Leviathan’s hair, which flowed like a waterfall, shining, and thought. It was certainly cool. The aura it gave off was just different.

While Sibel was observing Leviathan for a moment, Leviathan placed a hand between Sibel’s shoulder blades. And pushing his back lightly, he said.

“Let’s go in. It will start soon.”

“Ah, yes yes!”

Sibel had no choice but to move as Leviathan pushed him. He thought he should at least say goodbye to Molgramoon before going inside, but Leviathan was pushing too fast to do so.

Sibel moved hurriedly until Leviathan pulled out the chair next to him and personally pressed his shoulders to sit him down. In the end, he ended up sitting without being able to greet the other seniors.

***

The meeting was proceeding smoothly. Sibel diligently jotted down the contents into the notebook he had prepared.

(traces from testing whether the pen worked)

*Meeting Notes*

1. Do not trespass into another Demon King’s territory without permission during the rainy season. – Warning from Lord Molgramoon

2. Any Demon King who impersonated a Celestial and created a cult must turn themselves in – WoW

3. Any Demon King who performed a pole dance must turn themselves in

Sibel wrote each word carefully in neat handwriting, his clear eyes fixed on the seniors’ discussion.

The Demon King leading the talk was Darzeon, who wore glasses and appeared human. He looked very strict. The meeting was proceeding without pause.

“…And, who was it that recently declared war on the Holy Kingdom?”

Flinch.

Cold sweat trickled down Sibel’s back. His pen drew a line straight across the notepad.

“It has not even been a thousand years since the war with the Holy Kingdom, and provoking them so unilaterally will cause problems.”

“Ha! I don’t see why that should be condemned. It’s been a while since I’ve seen something I actually liked!”

Molgramoon slapped the round table with a booming laugh. Around them, others began murmuring in small groups about “that day.”

“They are connected to the Celestial Realm, that’s why we say this.”

“So just for that, we should worry about humans? Hey, Darzeon. Did you grow old and turn into a scared tiger? Aren’t you ashamed to still call yourself a Demon King?”

“Lord Molgramoon. Please refrain from such rough words.”

“How long do we have to keep humoring humans?”

Molgramoon clearly had a lot of complaints. The surrounding Demon Kings too began grumbling, not only about humans raiding their castles but also asking each other who it was that pole-danced in the tavern.