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

"Do you still like it?"

"I have no idea."

After saying that, he scooped up another tomato with the spoon.

"I thought it would taste sweeter than this. But this is the first time I've ever had such juicy food."

--Oh, after all, these cherry tomatoes do look like candy.

Sagan remembered stealing candy before, mistaking it for sweets, only to be disappointed by its sour taste. He was later caught by the owner and given a severe beating.

--That's true, she is a girl after all, of course she would like sweets.

This was probably the first time he knew Nefi's preferences, and he thought he might as well order some dessert later, so he picked up his fork and stabbed at the tomato.

"Well……"

But just like Neferpitou, his fork slipped.

She tried two or three more times, but just couldn't get it to stick up. Sagan thought about it carefully and realized that she didn't usually use a fork, so she decided to give up and switch to a spoon.

As a result, Neferpitou scooped up the tomato with a spoon and held it out to Sagan.

"……please."

"What……?"

Sagan's eyes widened in disbelief.

—Does this mean you want to feed me...?

Sagan couldn't remember where he had seen a similar sight before.

Intimate couples feed each other snacks with spoons like this—though this time it's tomatoes.

At the time, for some reason, he felt a strange sense of disgust, but he didn't particularly care about the behavior. He never imagined that he would actually face it himself one day.

Although Neferpitou's expression was calm, her ears were burning red to the tips. After observing her for a while, it became clear that her cheeks were also gradually flushing.

—And wasn't that the spoon that Neferpitou had just used?

Doesn't she mind having that spoon in her mouth?

Sagan nervously brought her mouth to the spoon, and the tomato on it rolled onto her tongue.

With one bite, the sour juice bursts out.

"...It tastes pretty good."

"……yes."

Then, Neferpitou said in a soft voice:

"Master, you haven't given me any orders yet."

"Yes, yes."

After all, let alone giving orders, he still doesn't quite know what to talk to her about, and even if he wanted to assign tasks, he doesn't know how to give the order.

Although Neferi remained expressionless, he nodded as if he understood.

"Master, if there's anything I can do for you, would you please allow me to serve you?"

This was the first time Neferpitou had brought up his wish on his own initiative.

But what's strange is that although she made this request, there wasn't a trace of flattery or fawning in her words.

She must have lived in a place where even wishes were forbidden.

—And now she's actually asking for my permission for my sake?

Therefore, Sagan's answer was clearer than ever before.

"Alright. Neferi, do as you please."

...Although in the end, what came out of his mouth was still an arrogant tone.

Even so, Nefertari nodded seriously.

"Yes, please allow me to serve you."

Although the answer sounded stiff, Sagan was still pleased that she was able to express her opinion.

"Hmm, yeah, it's up to you now."

The fork, which was raised to cover up the embarrassment, was successfully used to pick up a tomato this time.

Sagan was about to put it in his mouth, but then stopped and handed it to Neferi instead.

"...?"

Neferi, unaware of the purpose of this action, tilted his head curiously.

—Didn't you just do the exact same thing?

Could it be that her behavior just now was subconscious? Then her reaction was way too shy!

And if we're talking about shyness, Sagan is just as shy now. Maintaining this pose for a long time wouldn't be easy, even with magic.

"You like it, don't you? Then eat it."

Upon hearing his words, Neferi realized that he was responding to her previous behavior.

Not only her ears, but also her cheeks were slightly flushed, but she still spoke hesitantly.

Her pearly white teeth peeked from her rosy lips, and the tongue protruding from them looked strangely sexy. Her tongue touched the bright red tomato, and she let out a moan-like sound as she slowly took it into her mouth.

As soon as the fork was pulled out, the juice spilled out and dripped down the girl's cheeks.

Perhaps unable to hide her shame, Neferi covered her face with her hands.

It looked as if he was playing a trick on her, but Sagan not only showed no remorse, but even wanted to see her expression for a while longer.

"how?"

When he deliberately asked her that question, Neferpitou obediently peeked out from between her fingers and nodded.

"...It's delicious."

"...I think so too."

After doing all these good deeds, even Sagan herself felt as if she had done something wrong.

Their back-and-forth exchange was observed by everyone in the restaurant as a spectacle. Realizing what was happening, the two had no choice but to finish their meal and leave the shop quickly.

And so, the two young and inexperienced individuals established a master-servant relationship.

Volume 1, Chapter 3: The more docile a girl is, the more destructive she can be when she gets angry.

This happened a week ago—on the morning of the day Sagan met Nefertir.

Recently, a series of kidnappings targeting young girls have occurred in the trading city of Kinnoind. The perpetrators are several magicians who reportedly plan to sacrifice young girls to perform horrific magic tricks.

Shesty and her team led the expedition to capture the criminals, successfully defeating several top-level magicians involved in the case, rescuing the imprisoned girls, handing them over to the church's reinforcements, and returning home ahead of schedule.

On the way back to Kinnoind, Shessty had just finished bathing early in the morning as usual, and was not equipped with any weapons or armor.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, one of her comrades suddenly drew his sword and attacked her. With the help of her other comrades, Shess escaped the scene, but because she didn't have a decent weapon, she was soon caught up by her attacker.

The man had actually had his face peeled off by the magician and was being impersonated. His body was later found by the river.

Shesty would have ended up like him—or perhaps even worse—but 'someone' saved her life at that moment.

That shouldn't be a dream.

His gaze was far more ferocious than that of the man who attacked him. In fact, the assailant had begged for mercy, but he had killed him without hesitation.

But—she thought to herself…

—For some reason, there was a certain loneliness in his eyes as well.

Upon investigation, she quickly learned that the man was a magician named Sagan.

After that incident, for some reason, Shirley couldn't stop thinking about him.

Yes. The woman who was attacked in the Lost Forest that morning, drenched in Sagan's blood but saved by him, was Shestie.

She tossed her red hair aside and leaned over the desk.

"well……"

Then, I couldn't help but sigh.

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"Paladin Commander Shestia, is something on your mind?"

The question that suddenly came from behind startled Shestie so much that she jumped up.

"N-I'm sorry, Venerable Glewell!"

There stood an elderly man dressed in the highest-ranking clergy robes. The Cardinal—effectively one of the church's leaders—was also Shestie's direct superior.

The old man shook his head with a gentle smile.

"No need to be so tense. If I scare the hero who wiped out the serial kidnappers, I won't be able to explain it to the public—let alone the Holy Sword Maiden!"

Holy Sword Maiden—that's Shesty's title.

The church possesses twelve of the strongest swords, capable of cleaving a magician's magic circle and rendering magic ineffective. It is even said that if all twelve were gathered together, they could defeat even the Demon King. The title of "Holy Sword Maiden" is reserved for those who are awarded these swords.

Now, Shisty is different from when she was rescued by Sagan. She is clad in baptismal armor, and a greatsword as tall as her leans against the wall. This is her equipment for dealing with magicians, and also her formal attire for this kind of occasion.

Shestie shook her head.

"...This time, we lost four of the paladins you assigned to me. Such a failure is due to my lack of experience, so how can I accept praise?"

Mayas, Emily, Jamil, Dolan... they were all valiant paladins with hearts full of honor.

If they hadn't been ambushed that morning, they wouldn't have had to flee; instead, they would have bravely faced the magician and won.

This tragedy was caused by Shess's complacency, which stemmed from her belief that she had eliminated the suspects in the kidnapping case.

But the elderly cardinal shook his head reluctantly.

"This is not your fault. The ones who should be hated are the magicians who used horrific magic. You have already avenged your comrades, so why not show some confidence?"

"……yes."