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

As a result, she was a step too late, and by the time she arrived at Fa's room, Sagan had already disappeared.

"Nefi, where are the Sagans...?"

"Mr. Sagan went to see Fael."

The pure white fairy girl pursed her lips, looking at the unnatural black shadow on the ground.

The shadow reminded Shestie of the time she and Neferpitou were kidnapped by a magician named Barbaross, and it was this same eerie black shadow that had swallowed them up. It seemed they were using the same magic to find Fael this time as well.

"Aren't you going with him?"

"Mr. Sagan ordered me to stay here."

It seems that she didn't not want to go, but rather that she couldn't.

"In that case, I will also..."

She stopped halfway through her sentence.

Even if I went, what difference would it make?

Although the poison had been eliminated, he still couldn't use his hands and feet. The baptismal armor was placed by the bedside, but there was no time to go back and put it on now.

Besides, although she had the Holy Sword, she was a target for assassination by the church.

However, it would be too opportunistic to join the camp of the magician Sagan, who was originally the enemy, because of this.

What should Shisty fight for now?

Her body slumped limply to the ground.

"Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell again...?"

Nefi quickly helped her up.

"It's okay, I'm fine..."

"Yeah……?"

How could she be alright in this state? Although Nefi's face remained expressionless, her pointed ears trembled with worry.

A soft sigh escaped from Shestie's lips:

"It might not be the right thing to say at this time, but I'm actually a little envious of you."

The involuntary, disheartening words startled Neferpitou, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. To Shess's astonishment, she could also discern the change in Neferpitou's emotions.

—Her expressions were much richer than when we met before.

This must be thanks to Sagan.

Even though I wasn't very familiar with them, I could tell how good their relationship was.

—To love and be loved. It was this kind of relationship between the two that she envied greatly.

She must be out of her mind to think this way about the enemy—even so, Shessty had hoped that she was someone who could comfort that man's loneliness.

But Nefertari shook his head.

"I'm afraid that's not necessarily true. I actually envy you more, Miss Shestia."

"...Haha. What is there about me that you should envy?"

Shestie said this with self-deprecating humor, but Neferpire replied, clutching her skirt tightly:

"Because only you, Shestie, have the ability to get to Mr. Sagan's side, don't you?"

This statement carried a strong emotional weight for Neferpitou.

"I can only stay here and wait for Mr. Sagan to return. Mr. Sagan is very strong, but he may be heartbroken right now. And Fael might also part ways with us."

The anxiety of waiting is unimaginable to those on the scene.

Shessty is not the kind of "waiter".

But what good would it do me if I went...?

Just as she was wondering how to reply, Nefertari continued:

"I can neither go to his side to comfort him nor help him."

And yet, I actually hoped I could be like them…

For some reason, Shestie felt extremely ashamed, and she shook her head.

"So, you want me to chase after them? I'm your enemy! Ignore Sagan's orders and just go with them!"

She spoke with excitement, and a certain soft, white touch cupped her cheeks.

"I can't do it."

It is Nephew.

For some reason, she pulled Shestie into her arms.

"When Mr. Sagan comes home, someone has to say 'Welcome home.' That's my job."

After saying that, Neferpitou gently stroked Shestie's head.

"My job is to look after this castle when Mr. Sagan is not around."

She probably wasn't referring to defending against external enemies, but rather to providing a space for the returning owner to relax.

Holding her in his arms and stroking her head, she lost all strength. Secrets she had never confided before burst forth, and even though she wanted to swallow them back, she couldn't stop herself from doing so.

"Actually, I don't want to be his enemy either..."

"Um."

Touching her head, Neferi nodded silently.

"But I'm a paladin..."

"Um."

Neither denying nor affirming, just nodding.

There is an irresistible warmth in Neferpitou's arms that makes you want to snuggle up to her.

"And it's precisely because he was too honest, saying he didn't want to be his enemy, that he ended up like this..."

"Um."

His holy sword was once confiscated, and he was also targeted by a paladin commander who was stronger than him. This time, he even almost died from poisoning.

Tears welled up and spilled, staining Neferpitou's clean pajamas. But her expression remained unchanged; she continued to respond.

Therefore, Shirley could no longer contain herself and shouted out:

"I don't want to defeat him; I want to fight alongside him!"

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This is something a paladin should never say.

The magician probably wouldn't agree either, thinking it's a case of changing his tune and disrespecting her.

However, Neferi nodded approvingly.

"Don't you understand now?"

Looking up in disbelief, Neferpitou stared at Shesty with the same expression as always.

"Actually, when I first sat down to talk to you, I knew that you could also see the loneliness behind Mr. Sagan."

She was referring to the time when Neferpitou, after Sagan had driven him away, sat at the same table with Shesty and Manila.

Neferpitou seemed to reminisce about the past, yet also appeared somewhat unwilling, her pointed ears trembling as she spoke:

"Actually, I was a little jealous of you back then. Because I thought I was the only one who understood Mr. Sagan."

When Sagan first met her, Sagan saved her life by accident, but he didn't ask her for anything in return—he probably didn't even think he had saved her.

But at that time, his profile looked so lonely, as if he were the one waiting for salvation.

—It was Nefertari who saved Sagan.

The desolation of Sagan today is nowhere to be found.

Unlike Shestie, who could do nothing to help even when she noticed something, Neferpitou, though once driven out of the castle, ultimately saved Sagan's heart.

Seeing the stunned Shestie, Neferpitou brushed aside her hair and said:

"But besides jealousy, I was also happy. Because I knew that in the outside world, there were other people who understood Mr. Sagan."

The way Neferpire spoke captivated Shestie.

--So you've become this strong?

Not only did he save Sagan, but he could even say things like this to Shesty.

Neferpitou patted Shesty on the shoulder.

"Are you alright now?"

"Ah...uh, um."

After being hugged by her for so long, Shessie knew her face was now completely red.

Then she asked cautiously:

"You weren't just comforting me, were you?"

There was no need to ask such a question. But she was still unsure and uncertain whether she could think that way.

Nefi tilted his head.

"Yes... May I ask, is there anything else I need to improve?"

"That's not what I meant. What I wanted to ask was—why? Because…aren't I an enemy of magicians?"

Over the past few days, she has eaten with everyone, helped with cleaning, and slept under the same roof. She herself feels that at this point, there's no need to ask this question.

That being said, one is essentially the "enemy," and that will never change.

But as soon as she finished asking the question, Nefertori turned her head away in surprise.

"Is it because we're not friends?"