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

But given Sagan's personality, it was impossible for her to answer that she had fallen in love with him at first sight.

—I really should have asked Barbarossa first what the best course of action would be in a situation like this…

They left him at the auction, and he doesn't know why he didn't come along.

Although he doesn't seem to be someone with much experience with women, he at least talks about "choosing women" all the time, so even if he's not very good at it, he still knows how to deal with women better than Sagan.

Sagan, who had been humming as if driven to desperation, then suddenly blurted out:

"This is none of your business."

What am I even saying?!

A scream echoed in my mind.

However, the girl remained completely unmoved. To be honest, she seemed a little disappointed, but only to a degree that was hard to discern.

—Isn't this level of calm a little off?

The girl may have just had a dull expression, but she looked more like someone who had already seen through everything in the world.

According to previous statements, her body had not been subjected to any improper treatment, so what exactly happened...?

"you……"

Halfway through her speech, Sagan realized that she didn't even know her name.

—Moreover, the other party knows nothing about me either.

At this point, Sagan felt she had finally found a starting point for the conversation.

"My name is Sagan, and as you can see, I'm a magician, but I have no interest in torturing people."

"Yes."

"And then, about you..."

Sagan's words stopped there; he had only wanted to ask for a name.

--How could this be...! I just wanted to ask for a name, but the thought that the other person was a girl made me so hesitant!

As a magician, Sagan's skill is already widely recognized.

But what he lacked was the courage to fearlessly march into a battlefield where there was no return.

Courage—a word he had always thought was irrelevant to him.

But if we don't pull ourselves together now, we'll never have any further development.

"You—"

The girl stopped mid-sentence and exclaimed "Ah!"

"I apologize for the late introduction. My name is Neferia."

It felt like a gentle breeze was blowing through my heart.

It seems she sensed what Sagan was trying to say earlier than anyone else. What a considerate and thoughtful girl.

"Nephilia...?"

A beautiful name that people want to keep saying.

In mythology, there's a word called Nephrim, meaning "one who descended from heaven," and this name is probably the feminine form of that word. It's truly a mysterious and beautiful name.

—Her name is as beautiful as her appearance.

Just knowing her name made Sagan overjoyed.

It is said that love can destroy a person, and he now deeply understands what that means.

How should I put it? It's like being in a constant state of excitement. If this kind of mental abnormality continues, even the most outstanding person will become a complete mess.

—But is Nephelia her first name or her surname?

Sagan composed himself, his expression hardening, and spoke again:

"Nephilia...and then?"

"I don't have a surname, only the first name Neferia. If you find it difficult to pronounce, please just call me Neferia."

"May I!"

"what?"

While the name Nephilia is beautiful, the nickname Nefe is just as adorable.

His excited shout caused the girl, Neferi, to tilt her head slightly.

So it turns out she, like me, is someone without a surname...

From a very young age, Sagan lived by robbing in the slums. She had no surname and had never even seen her parents. The name Sagan is actually a colloquialism, referring to a character who is as evil as a demon and should be avoided at all costs.

Looking back, those must have been the happiest time of his life. His accomplices in robberies and the people on the street dared not disobey him. Although he sometimes got beaten up, at least his days were fulfilling.

Although he was doing illegal things, at least he was still living in the open and could talk to girls naturally. For Sagan, it was like a warm spring day in his life.

As he was thinking, Sagan noticed Nefertari staring at him in astonishment, so he shook his head.

"In elven society, uh, is that generally the case? Do people not have surnames?"

"No, it's because I am the child of the curse."

"The cursed child...?"

The words "cannot be ignored" made Sagan frown, while Nefert covered his mouth as if he had let something slip.

"Excuse me... why are you asking these questions?"

"It's nothing, I was just a little curious..."

Compared to the name and the significance of the cursed child, Sagan at this moment only wanted to know more about Nefarian, hence his evasive answers.

As a result, Neferi seemed to understand something and nodded. Then, for some reason, she lifted her skirt from the front, revealing her fair thighs and even her delicate lace panties.

"I am still a virgin, please don't worry."

Sagan knew his face was already bright red.

"Do you...do you know what you're saying?"

"...? It's said that virgins possess higher magical power than ordinary people. Didn't you want to know if my value as experimental material has been diminished?"

"Don't misunderstand, I had no intention of using you for experiments or torturing you."

Neferpitou's expression became even more puzzled.

"If that's the case, why did you buy me in the first place?"

“…………”

Sagan touched his brow and remained silent for a moment.

"That's none of your business."

The result was that the exact same words that came out were spoken again.

Or rather, he simply couldn't answer.

If he said he fell in love with her at first sight on the black market and spent his entire fortune to buy her, he'd sound like a complete pervert. If Neferpitou viewed him that way, Sagan would never be able to hold his head up again. Even if a magician were immortal, there was no guarantee he wouldn't eventually die from shock.

That being said, Neferi probably wouldn't feel at ease if nothing was explained.

What should we do in this situation?

Or should I just let her go home today...?

--Wait a minute, does she have a home to go back to?

After all, she had just mentioned the unsettling term "Child of the Curse," and seemed reluctant to let others interfere. Sagan herself was homeless, and sensing a similar plight in her, who also lacked a surname.

Of course, if she wanted to return to her hometown, Sagan wouldn't hesitate to help, but she felt it wasn't appropriate to ask rashly in this atmosphere.

Since Sagan has already bought her body, she can only live with him here for the time being...

--Huh? Live together?

He, who can't even speak a single word properly now, is going to have to live under the same roof as this charming young woman?

A wave of dizziness washed over me.

"How could I have done something so audacious?" he thought to himself.

Of course, he was happy to be alone with the other person, but he also felt like he had done something immoral.

—Calm down first. I'm a magician, and a true magician shouldn't lose their composure.

The two of them aren't sharing a bed, they're just living together, so they should start by thinking about sex... no, I mean, about their daily lives, and see what they need next.

Sagan then rose from his throne and stood before Neferi.

"Nefertari".

"Yes."

When you call someone's name face to face, a strange sense of shyness immediately arises.

But Sagan did not back down, and continued to say to her:

"Nefi, you are something I bought, something that belongs to me."

"Yes."

"So first I'll give you a room, you can pick one you like."

"Do you mean I have to choose where I die?"

"Haven't I told you several times already? I won't kill you!"

Finally, Sagan, growing impatient, made Neferpitou hang his head in a dilemma.

"I don't understand why you're treating me like this. No matter how you intend to use me, aren't I going to die sooner or later?"

It seems that after she was captured by humans, she was constantly instilled with this idea, which made her unwilling to believe in any hope anymore.

In fact, Sagan had a similar experience.

He recalled the days when he lived in the slums, spending his days scavenging for scraps and robbing passersby.