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

The feeling of suffocation lingered.

Even when facing twelve Demon Kings, I didn't feel this much pressure.

Not only Sagan, but Nefi was also pale and trembling, Shestie fainted from the strain, and Manila also squatted down and covered her face with her hands.

So this is... the Demon Clan!

Although he has earned the title of "The Magician Killer," is this monster actually performing magic? Even if it is magic, can Sagan counteract it with his abilities?

impossible.

No matter how much power one gains, it is impossible for a human to become a god.

But just as Sagan was resigned to his fate—

The monster suddenly knelt down.

It looked exactly like he was serving Sagan.

Then he said:

"My king, I await your command."

Somehow, the monster, which was beyond human intelligence, began to obey Sagan's commands.

Only then did he notice that a badge had appeared on his fist.

That was the Demon King's Mark he inherited when he became the Demon King—the monsters seemed to serve this mark.

—What exactly did I get?

It seems that the power possessed by the title of "Demon King" alone far exceeds imagination.

Volume One Final Chapter

The long night is over, and the sun is rising.

The monster returned at Sagan's command. It's unclear where it was summoned from, but it likely went back to its dwelling or somewhere else.

Afterwards, the cave began to collapse, and Sagan had no choice but to leave with Neferpitou, Shestie, Manila, and all of Barbarossa.

Looking back, he was truly impressed with himself for managing to escape.

Actually, everyone was doomed to perish, but just when they were about to give up, the three knights rushed in with the determination to die. Fortunately, they helped carry Shestie and Manila, and everyone was able to escape before the collapse.

I initially thought they were just a burden, but they turned out to be a huge help at the last minute.

...However, afterwards they excitedly shouted something like, "We only prioritized the safety of Lady Shestia and the citizens, not helping the evil magician, nor did we intend to let you off the hook!" That was a bit of a letdown.

Afterwards, they took Shesty back with them, along with the holy sword that Barbaros had confiscated. Sagan never had a chance to speak to her as she collapsed.

Once Shesty was brought back, Manila also left.

"You two really need to have a good talk from now on, okay?"

Before leaving, he couldn't resist leaving a meddlesome comment.

So, only Sagan, Neferpitou, and Barbarossa remained at the scene, watching the collapsed cave.

Facing a large expanse of broken rocks, Sagan asked Barbaros.

"So what's next? Should we continue?"

"...Ha, you just saw that monster, what else do you want to do?"

Although things had gone wrong, Sagan still tried to command the monster—that thing that he didn't know whether he should call it a "demon".

That very scene completely extinguished any remaining hostility Barbarossa had.

"So, what did you just say? You'd accept my apology if I brought good wine?"

"Yes, I look forward to you bringing the best wine."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Barbarossa recovered to the point where he could get up, and then disappeared without a trace.

This man will definitely not give up; he will try to assassinate Sagan again sooner or later.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Although he was that kind of person, he didn't deserve to die—Sagan just felt there were some aspects of him that were hard to dislike, so he spared his life.

Finally, Sagan was able to be alone with Nefertari.

-- What should I do? How should I bring it up?

After half a month, the two of them were able to talk normally, but now they don't know how to communicate anymore.

After all, Sagan broke her heart and drove her away, and not a single day has passed since then.

Just as he was breaking out in a cold sweat, Neferpitou spoke first.

"Master, I want to continue to stay by your side."

"...Are you sure? I've already said such harsh things, you don't need to force yourself anymore."

"No, I absolutely need you."

At the moment, Sagan seems to be infatuated with her.

—Oh, it seems she's become even stronger.

She is far stronger than Sagan, who speaks in roundabout ways even when she has to say a single sentence.

Sagan looked troubled.

"However, we can't go back to what we were before."

"...Is that not allowed?"

"No, that won't work."

Sagan knelt before Neferi, gazing into those blue eyes.

He had something he absolutely had to tell her.

I will never let you be alone again.

I will protect you even if I have to use all my powers as the Demon King.

So please stay with me forever. Most importantly—

—Nefi, I like you. I love you.

He had once hurt Nefi's feelings by kicking her out, and now he wanted to beg her to come back. He couldn't ask her to do this without first expressing his feelings for her.

Silently adjusting her breathing, Sagan then spoke.

"From now on, just call me by my name. Don't call me 'master' anymore."

Neferpitou's eyes widened like saucers.

"Is that not allowed?"

"No, that won't do. Because if you keep shouting like that, Neferi, you'll always be a slave, and I'll only ever be the master, won't I?"

Sagan put his hand on the confused Neferpitou's shoulder.

"I hope our relationship is neither that of slave, servant, nor disciple."

"You...you mean...?"

Her pointed ears trembled spasmodically.

Sagan was just as nervous, speaking while trembling.

Simply put, I like... like...

I like you.

Such a simple sentence, yet it felt like it was stuck in my throat, unable to come out.

His throat was so dry he couldn't make a sound. He had defeated Barbaros and driven away even the demons, but now his knees were trembling uncontrollably.

After much hesitation, the last thing I said was this.

"You belong to me, always, for a lifetime, until one of us dies... no, even after we die!"

After saying this, Sagan knelt down.

Why can't I even say the simple word "like"?

I fell in love with her at first sight.

He desperately wanted to win her heart, and for the past two weeks he was completely infatuated. He even did something that hurt her deeply because he lacked backbone.

The most important thing to do now is to express these feelings, but Sagan just can't do it.

Just as he was feeling powerless and tears welled up in his eyes, Neferi gave him the same response as always.

"yes!"

He nodded as usual.

Then, she smiled like a flower in full bloom.

Neferpitou laughed...

That was an expression even Sagan had never seen before.

Just as he was completely absorbed in watching, Neferpitou took out a fragment of the collar. It was something she had worn around her neck just a few hours ago, and because it was opened with a key, it wasn't broken.

"Could you please put it back on for me?"

"Uh, isn't this a bit inappropriate? These are slaves'..."

Sagan was speaking when Nefi's index finger pressed against his lips.

"I just like it this way. This is mine and my master's..."

Nefi stammered awkwardly halfway through his sentence.

"This is my first connection with Mr. Sagan, isn't it?"

Sagan picked up the collar that had been untied.

He couldn't convey his feelings to her. But she insisted on putting the collar back on for her herself.