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

Soon, he successfully absorbed the magic that had been "resonated" into his own magic power.

Sagan lifted his black robe and opened his arms.

Several magic circles are now connected on his right hand, all of them in an activated state, with magic power circulating endlessly within them.

"Can you see it? This is a magic circle created using the magic that Barbaros just cast."

To put it bluntly, it's just magic absorption.

All acts of magic are tantamount to bestowing power upon Sagan. Therefore, even the Demon Lord cannot kill Sagan with magic.

This is the magic that made Sagan the Demon King.

"That being said, I can only switch to the magic tricks I'm good at right now. I need to continue researching so that it can be applied to every kind of magic trick."

That power was still immature and far from perfect, which is why the demon kings described him as insignificant.

Barbarossa's expression twisted with surprise.

"You mean, you devoured my magic?"

To be able to come up with such a description after just one glance, this man is truly a top-notch magician.

Sagan's most skilled magic is physical enhancement.

He resonates with the magic cast by other magicians, then uses that to strengthen himself. The description of him as a "devouring magic" is indeed quite apt.

Then, Sagan remembered that he had forgotten to mention something.

"By the way, Barbaros, I've finally earned my own title."

His right fist clenched, and the magic circle swirling around his arm radiated light.

"--The Magician Killer--That's my title."

Then, he threw a punch.

Of course, Barbarossa must have also taken some defensive measures.

But all those magic spells will be absorbed by Sagan. Even if he wanted to strengthen his body, no magician in the world could defeat Sagan by strengthening his physical body.

In short, no magician can withstand Sagan's punches—not even the Demon King.

"Crunch!"

The fist sank deep into Barbaros's torso. He could feel the sensations of ruptured internal organs and even a deformed spine.

Barbaross, his body bent into a U-shape, was blasted onto the huge magic circle in the hall, rolled two or three times, and finally stopped, coughing up blood and convulsing.

Sagan slowly approached his landing spot.

"Wait, wait, I give up, I can't fight anymore. I swear I will never appear in front of you again, and all knowledge belongs to you."

Faced with Barbaros's plea for mercy, Sagan clenched his fist. Although some of the magic circles swirling around his arm were gone, quite a few remained.

Barbarossa's face turned ashen, and he spoke.

"Sagan, we're good friends, right?"

Sagan's tail-wagging, begging manner made her turn her head away with a serious expression.

"I remember magicians don't have the concept of friends, do they?"

Then, he slammed his fist down.

The rock shattered, and the magic circle drawn in the hall was destroyed. The destruction wasn't limited to the ground; it spread to the rock walls, the ceiling, and even the wall that had bound Shess, freeing her from the chains.

After taking this blow, Barbaros should have been reduced to ashes, but...

"Waaah, waaah puff puff puff..."

Barbaross rolled his eyes and couldn't move. It turned out that Sagan's fist had passed through the ground next to his head.

Sagan couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's embarrassing antics.

"Haha, just kidding, why are you so scared?"

"What...what do you mean?"

Sagan shrugged first.

"Fine, I don't care if I kill you, but then I won't have any good wine to drink. You know I'm not very knowledgeable about alcohol."

"You think I'm pathetic and want to do me a favor...!"

"That's called the composure of the strong."

Barbaros glared at Sagan.

"Go to hell... If you let me live, I'll kill you one day! I definitely will! I won't rest until you're dead!"

"Do as you please. But every time you lose, I'll ask you for a drink."

Barbarossa seemed unable to understand, staring wide-eyed as he spoke.

"What nonsense are you spouting? As a magician, what good does it do you to not eliminate your rivals?"

"Oh, about this..."

Sagan clapped his hands as if he had just remembered something.

"Barbaros, I have succeeded as the Demon King."

A sound of gritted teeth, filled with resentment, came from Barbarossa. Looking at him like that, Sagan continued.

"But don't you think it's ridiculous to follow the rules and bad habits of the 'Demon King'?"

The twelve Demon Kings are all incredibly powerful.

It was only when they faced each other that Sagan truly realized that they were indeed the pinnacle of all magicians.

He knew he had gotten stage fright.

—Are you kidding me?

Why would someone have such a wrong idea?

Sagan became stronger just to survive, didn't she?

Isn't it because they hate being bullied that they pursue power?

For someone like him to succumb to the power of others is tantamount to betraying himself.

—It's because I'm so useless that I've hurt Neferpitou's feelings.

But Sagan wasn't an obedient person and wouldn't continue to be a wagging dog.

Therefore, he made the announcement with great fanfare.

"From now on, I will do whatever I want. If I want Neferpitou to live in broad daylight, then I'll just have to conquer everything in broad daylight."

He looked down at Barbaros again.

"So I won't kill you. That's my decision. If you're not satisfied, then show me some convincing strength."

Barbaros's limbs slumped down. It seemed he had surrendered not only in strength but also in spirit.

This is the real moment that decides the winner.

"Arrogant brat."

"Yes, that's right. What kind of 'Demon King' wouldn't be arrogant enough?"

Sagan smiled after replying. But at that moment, the magic circle in the hall, which had been destroyed, began to glow faintly.

"...Hey, Barbarossa, do you want to fight again?"

This left Sagan dumbfounded, but Barbarossa shook his head in denial.

"No, no, that wasn't me."

Sagan glanced at the spot where he had slammed his fist down.

That was right at the center of the magic circle, and Sagan's magic resonated with other people's magic circles. It seems he unintentionally interfered with this magic circle.

—What's going on? An unusual magical energy is starting to gather?

That was a power that even Sagan couldn't fully absorb; it was completely beyond what humans could bear.

"...So, what was that originally intended for?"

Barbarossa said, his expression twitching:

"Used to summon real demons."

One theory suggests that the symbols used in magic—and perhaps the symbols of the church as well—are writings left by gods and demons of ancient times.

—Is it really possible to summon the "source" of all this?

That was the abyss of magic that the young Sagan had never seen.

Sagan opened his throat.

"Nefi, run! Manila, you too!"

But Sagan knew in fact that this was impossible.

The cave was shaking so badly that it could collapse at any moment.

Sagan's attack had just created cracks in the cave, and now it was being struck by the power of the magic circle. The cave ceiling was collapsing, making it difficult to even get up, let alone escape.

"Ugh... What on earth happened?"

But Shessty still climbed to Neffi's side and covered her to try and protect her. She truly lived up to her reputation as a knight. Even Manila, with her wings, couldn't fly in the confined space and was temporarily immobilized.

—Is this the only option left to take a gamble?

Although we don't know what will happen next, we can only face it head-on.

And so, something appeared at the center of the magic circle.

Sagan instantly realized how overconfident he had been.

It's unclear whether the magic circle was incomplete or activated accidentally. The thing that appeared was a 'shadow' lacking a clear form.

That shadow filled Sagan with dread.

—No way. There's no way humans can deal with something like this.