As the Demon King, I have married a slave elf. How should I express my love?

As the Demon King, I married a slave elf. How should I express my love? (Author: Shichi Teshima)

Synopsis:

My wife is a slave elf! A clumsy, wicked (?) young man is about to face an unprecedented and major challenge!

How can we resolve this situation...?

Sagan was regarded as an evil magician by everyone, and people avoided him like the plague. He was introverted, taciturn, and his words were often harsh. Today, he was both studying magic and sweeping away thieves in his territory. At an underground auction, he discovered a slave elf of unparalleled beauty; this fair-skinned girl was named Neferpitou. Sagan fell in love with Neferpitou at first sight and spent all his wealth to buy her. However, being poor with words, Sagan didn't know how to interact with her.

A magician who doesn't know how to express his love, and a slave who admires his master but can't express it—the two clumsy individuals begin their cohabitation.

Book One Prologue

Taiwanese version reprinted from Late Night Book Club

Published by: Late Night Book Club

—What should we do in this situation?!

Sagan is currently in a dilemma.

This is his castle. The floors are made of old, splintered oak planks, and the stone bricks that form the walls are covered in moss. Despite the carpets and wall hangings used for decoration, it's clear that Sagan never put any effort into maintaining it.

This is a building with at least two hundred years of history, filled with a gloomy atmosphere, a completely abandoned castle.

Sagan sat casually on his throne in the city, legs crossed, with a young girl standing before him.

The first thing that catches the eye is her striking waist-length white hair, adorned with a deep red ribbon. Her small face is framed by two pupils as blue as a summer sky, and her lips are a pale pink. Her slender body is dressed in a pure white dress, the open neckline revealing her breasts, which appear quite large compared to her figure.

But the girl's eyes were incredibly empty, and her ears stood up straight.

It turns out that she is an elf, a legendary race from the ancient holy land of Norden.

It is said that among elves, those with white hair are extremely rare and possess extraordinary power. Rather than being human, they are closer to gods, and it is this sacredness that makes them objects of covetousness for humans. They can use a single hair, a drop of blood, or even a life as a catalyst for magic, and the power they contain is immeasurable.

This ethereal and mysterious girl wore a rough collar with chains around her neck.

That was a slave's collar.

The existence of the girl is precisely the problem that is giving Sagan a headache.

How should I communicate with the girl I like?

A few hours earlier, Sagan had fallen in love with the girl at first sight and bought her. Despite the purchase, Sagan had rarely had the opportunity to speak with such a beautiful young woman.

He was completely clueless about how to please the opposite sex.

The girl herself was a commodity bought as a slave. Perhaps due to nervousness, her face was so stiff that it would be an understatement to say she was expressionless.

Continuing to remain silent isn't a solution. We need to find something to say.

So he thought of some lines in his mind.

"The sky is so beautiful today."

—No, no, no, that won't do, it doesn't make sense.

This is an indoor space without windows; all you can see when you look up is the rusty chains hanging from the torture instruments. Besides, it's a cloudy day outside.

In this situation, saying these things would definitely not work, but what should be said?

What do you think of this castle?

—Wake up, will you? This is an abandoned castle littered with corpses and magic props.

It's like an execution ground or hell—that's probably the only response you'd get if you actually asked.

Now he couldn't help but regret that he should have cleaned up a bit before bringing her back.

And so the two of them spent half an hour together.

But it wasn't Sagan who spoke first.

"Master, may I ask you a question...?"

A clear, melodious sound, like the ringing of a bell, came through.

"……what?"

After replying curtly, Sagan immediately regretted it.

—Wouldn't replying like that make it seem like I'm angry with her?

Sagan was filled with regret at finally getting the girl to speak, but the girl remained unmoved and continued:

"How would you kill me...?"

Stunned, Sagan quickly responded:

"Wait! Why has it turned into me killing you?"

"Huh...so it wasn't...?"

After the girl finished speaking, her gaze swept over the various props hanging from the walls and ceiling. A saw stained with blood, an iron coffin with long nails stuck in its inside, and pliers of different sizes. All sorts of frightening objects hung there like household decorations.

Those were torture instruments left behind by the former city lord.

—But putting all that aside, the intruder's body that broke in this morning is still lying in the entryway, which is quite frightening... Now, thinking back, the girl's body seemed to tremble when she saw the gruesome body with its head and body separated.

If a magician were to bring a girl to such a gloomy place and then declare, "I'm a gentleman, I won't harm you," Sagan would probably punch him first.

Cold sweat kept pouring down my back.

Faced with the girl's hopeless eyes, Sagan could offer no explanation.

The whole story begins that morning.

Volume One, Chapter One: First Love is a Disease Everyone Gets At Least Once

A piercing scream echoed through the forest as dawn broke.

In the dim jungle, the dense foliage blocked out the sunlight like a ceiling. This place was called the Lost Forest by the neighboring town, and at its center was an ancient, ruined city covered with vines, said to be inhabited by the dead, demons, or magicians—the stories are varied.

Sagan walked through the gloomy forest.

He had just turned eighteen this year. He had refined and handsome features, black hair paired with silver eyes, and wore a black robe with a red lining. If he were a little more tidy and well-groomed, people might actually believe him if he claimed to be a nobleman.

"Please, Miles! Wake up..."

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that a woman was being pinned to the ground by a man who looked like a knight.

She was a young girl, perhaps old enough to be called a teenager. Deep blue eyes paired with red hair with a metallic sheen like copper, and flawless, fair skin. Her straight nose gave her a certain aristocratic air, but the first impression of a tomboy overshadowed it all.

However, that once vibrant face is now distorted by fear.

Judging from their appearance, the relationship between the two is that of a noble lady and her bodyguard knight.

Sagan pondered these things as he slowly approached the two, during which time the girl fiercely resisted, scratching the man's face.

"──!"

However, it was not the man who was frightened by this outstretched hand.

The man's face was scratched by the girl's fingernails, and his skin was torn open on the spot, with blood and pieces of flesh dripping down.

"babble……"

The horrific scene caused the girl to let out a series of incoherent screams.

Beneath the peeled-off skin, the face was no longer recognizable as human. The man's ears and nose had been cut off, and his cheekbones were shattered beyond recognition.

--So that man was a magician?

Sagan could tell that it was the price of magic.

Upon seeing that bloody face up close, the unfortunate girl trembled all over.

Then, the man drew a short sword from his waist and lightly slashed the girl's chest.

"~~!"

So, the girl's shirt was gently opened, revealing her breasts. What she would be treated next is easy to imagine.

The man laughed at the shy and terrified girl who couldn't even scream.

"Haha, that expression is quite alluring. But I'm sorry to disappoint you, because I won't be molesting you as you expect. For a magician, virginity is very valuable."

Such a body should not be defiled casually.

The man's words brought a brief moment of relief to the girl.

But the girl had no idea that what she was about to encounter was a treatment far more bloody and terrifying than being sexually assaulted.

"A virgin's face peeled off while she's still alive is an excellent medium for magic. You'd better hold out a little longer, or you'll die in no time!"

What came into the girl's view were the pieces of flesh (skin) that had fallen to the ground earlier.

"No, no, stop!"

The girl screamed, which only made the man smile even more excitedly.

"Besides, peeling off the skin of a beautiful woman like you is quite enjoyable for me. So don't worry, after I'm done peeling your face, I'll take good care of your body too. Hehehe!"

Almost at that moment, Sagan came up behind the man. Then, he reached out and grabbed the man's head, easily lifting him up with just one hand.

"Uh, eh...?"

The short sword pressed against the girl's cheek gradually moved away, causing the man to let out a stunned groan.

"Who...who are you?!"

He didn't seem to understand his situation, and his shouting left Sagan looking helpless.

"I was just about to ask who you are. I don't know if you're trying to rape or torture me, but who goes around doing this in someone else's yard? I was about to go to sleep, but you've ruined all my sleepiness."

Disruption of sleep—a motive devoid of any sense of justice or compassion—left the girl just as bewildered as the man.

The surrounding forests centered around the ruined castle are all Sagan's territory, which also means that no one can defeat Sagan here.

Since they were both magicians, the man understood this point. He immediately threw down his short sword and surrendered.

"Wait, wait! We're all magicians, killing me won't do you any good. If you're willing to show mercy, I'm willing to give you all my research results!"