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

Fa'er looks like a normal person, but she is actually the daughter of a dragon.

Although she is the daughter of a dragon, her heart is as childlike as her appearance, and she is thinking about asking for candy.

Although the sweet aroma was stimulating Nefie's empty stomach, she pulled Far's hand and reluctantly replied, "If I eat snacks now, I definitely won't be able to eat dinner." Nefie's owner, Sagan, was very gentle, but she extremely disliked others wasting food.

Neferpitou carried a large basket that could hold a human baby, already filled with all sorts of food.

Although Fa'er puffed out her cheeks after failing to get any food, there was a hint of expectation in her upward gaze.

"What should we have for dinner?"

"Tonight we had roast spring chicken and corn chowder. And... well, how about making a pudding for dessert too?"

"—! Shall we go home early then?"

Upon hearing that Nefi was willing to make an extra dessert to compensate for not buying snacks, Fa'er's amber eyes immediately lit up.

Then, Fael's tender green braids, peeking out from under her hood, began to sway, and she happily tugged at Nefi's hand.

"Indeed. I imagine Mr. Sagan is hungry too."

"Should we fly back?"

Although it was still a young dragon, the dragon-shaped Far was big enough to carry several people in flight, and Nefi had been carried by it before.

Although Neferpitou remained expressionless, her pointed ears trembled slightly as if she were smiling, and then she shook her head.

"Anyway, Mr. Raphael is here, so there's no need to rush, it's alright."

Nefie said this, but when she imagined her master's slightly happy look during the meal, she quickened her pace, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

A month had already passed since Fa'er arrived in Sagan's city.

The sight of the two walking together was already familiar to the town. The bustling pedestrians and shop assistants seemed to be smiling as they looked at the two.

And just then...

"—Nefi, danger!"

Far suddenly shoved Neferpitou aside.

Neferi fell backward, the basket slipped from her hands, and the ingredients inside scattered all over the floor.

Then, several arrows formed of light fell from the sky.

—Is there magic... attacking us?

By the time Nefi got up from the ground, Fael had already gotten up and assumed a fighting stance.

The young girl stared at the figure draped in a cloak. The person's entire face was covered, making it impossible to tell their race, but the loose cloak suggested they were short, so they were probably a child or a woman.

A figure reached out from under the cloak, pointing directly at Neferpitou.

"You're Neferia?"

It seems she was indeed a woman, as her voice was as clear as a bell.

But that sound made Neferi feel uneasy. And it seemed that Fael felt the same way, a hint of doubt appearing on his childish face.

Unable to find an answer to her question, the figure revealed a smile through the lips peeking out from under the cloak.

"Looks like there's no need to confirm anymore—prepare to die."

Then, the red lips beneath the cloak began to mutter incantations.

"――――――"

Upon hearing those words, Neferi felt a shiver that was hard to describe.

"Dream on!"

"Fa'er, you can't go any further!"

Neferpitou grabbed Fal, who was about to rush forward, and pulled her to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, crystal spears descended from the sky.

The spears weren't just aimed at Nefi; they also struck surrounding shops and passersby. Debris and blood splattered everywhere, and screams erupted.

"——Stop it!"

Nefi shouted.

But it wasn't to change anything; it was just a simple scream.

However, reality is not so simple...

With a crisp cracking sound, the crystal spear shattered into pieces.

—This person actually injured people on the street!

She could feel a surge of excitement in her brain.

The people on the street treated her as kindly as Sagan, and if anyone hurt these people, it was the same as hurting Sagan, and she could never forgive them.

The shattered crystals seemed to succumb to such emotional fluctuations, subsequently changing their course.

"What?"

Crystal shards rose into the air again, falling like raindrops onto the cloaked woman.

This caused the cloaked woman to gasp and retreat, but the crystal rain seemed to have a will and relentlessly pursued her.

"Don't even think about escaping."

Even the elves, who can achieve miracles by making a wish, regard Nefi as the "Child of the Curse" and fear her. And this is her power—magic.

Neferpitou has completely taken control of the crystals, leaving the cloaked woman who created them helpless as she chases after them.

"That's amazing..."

Fa'er, lost in thought, murmured unconsciously.

The cloaked woman conjured a magic circle in mid-air, using it to deflect several crystals. It was merely a basic magic spell that condensed magical power to create a shield, but depending on the caster's skill, the magic circle could be made extremely sturdy.

—Compared to Mr. Sagan's shield, it is as fragile as a piece of paper.

The cloaked woman's magic shield lasted for less than a second.

Neferpitou shattered the shield with chilling rage.

But in less than a second, the woman had already prepared her next move. Crystal spears sprang forth again from her feet, clashing head-on with the crystal rain controlled by Nefi.

The two types of crystals collided and were completely destroyed, leaving not even fragments.

"...So even a second-rate item is still a white elf?"

As the woman uttered a low, almost hoarse voice, the hood of her cloak slipped off her head.

The sight of the woman hidden beneath the hood made Nefi gasp, and Fa'er, standing beside him, stared in astonishment at her.

What appeared beneath the cloak was the face of a young girl.

She has the same pointed ears as Neferpitou, proving that she is also an elf.

She looked to be the same age as Nefarian, her waist-length hair was as pure white as Nefarian's, even her unchanging expression and the magical aura emanating from her skin were exactly the same as Nefarian's, and most importantly—

The girl's appearance was like a mirror image; she looked exactly like Neferpitou.

"Black, Neferpitou...?"

"Far said in a trembling voice."

The girl's appearance can indeed only be described as "Black Neferpitou".

The only two differences between the two are the color of their skin and eyes.

Compared to Nefi's fair skin and azure eyes, the girl in front of him had brown skin and golden eyes.

Looking back now, the reason Nefi was unable to react quickly when she was initially ambushed was probably because the magic was of the same nature as her own.

Black Nefie stared straight back at Nefie, then suddenly looked away.

"The Demon King's magic circle? That's astonishing power."

"...? What are you saying?"

Following Nefair's gaze, Nefair also held his breath.

Then, as if waking from a dream, Neferpitou looked around and found that not only the crystal spears, but also the destroyed houses had all been restored to their original state, as if nothing had happened. The people who had been pierced by the crystal spears were also unharmed, only sitting on the ground.

Then, they saw a vast magic circle drawn on the ground, almost covering the entire town.

—Is this Mr. Sagan's magic...?

Neferpitou has been studying magic for so long that he can see that different magicians have different habits in arranging the 'circuits' within magic circles. And this particular magic circle's habit belongs to Sagan.

Black Neferpitou put his hood back on, silently raised his cloak, and turned around.

"Please wait a moment! Who exactly are you—"

"I am you—the cursed Nephria."

The girl who looked exactly like her said this.

Just as Neferi's heart wavered, the figure of "Black Neferi" drifted like mist until it faded away.

The townspeople, relieved that the battle was finally over and they were unharmed, flocked to Neferi's side.

"Neffi, are you alright?" "Did you repair the damaged house for us, Neffi?"

The town was clearly destroyed, yet no one condemned Neferpitou and her friends.

Then, as if she had discovered something, Fa'er rushed out.

"Nefertari, this."

The little girl picked up a letter.

It was a letter addressed specifically to Sagan, and Neferi stiffened as soon as he saw the sender's name.

—To my beloved Sagan, the Demon King— —By Biff Dragon, the Demon King—

Volume 3, Chapter 1: Even a beautiful young woman cannot forgive a wife for being violent.

"...So it seems there's no way to do it like magic?"

It was evening, in the library of Sagan.