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

"I see, that makes sense."

Sagan couldn't figure out what reason the dragon Fa'er would have to ride on a human ship.

Perhaps she had wanted to experience taking a boat ride, but as a young dragon, she probably wouldn't have had the chance to come to the human world alone. Besides, her father was the wise dragon Orobas, so it's hard to imagine them dressing up as humans and taking a boat ride.

"Do you still like it?"

"Mmm. It's so much fun to wobble around like that."

"You like that feeling, huh..."

I thought she was admiring the scenery, but it turns out she was enjoying the swaying of the boat.

Upon hearing this, Neferpitou asked curiously:

"Mr. Sagan, have you ever traveled by boat before?"

Neferi, who asked this question, seemed to be on a ship for the first time as well.

—After all, the elven village is located deep in the mountains of the northern holy land.

Given this, they would obviously have no chance to come into contact with ships.

Sagan nodded, deeply moved.

"When I was a kid, I once ran aboard a ship to steal food, but I accidentally fell into the cargo hold and got locked up. Luckily, there was food inside, but I almost suffocated."

He was eventually rescued after making a noise that attracted the crew, but was then mistaken for an illegal immigrant and punched.

...But since they've already made a mess of the ship's food supplies, they have no right to complain.

Neferpitou seemed to feel sorry for him, and her ears softened. She nodded in empathy.

"I can relate. Once, I was so hungry that I ran into a granary to eat honey, and I ended up being locked inside and almost freezing to death."

The image of Neferpitou secretly licking honey is both funny and heartbreaking to imagine, but the undeniable following words prompted Sagan to ask with a hint of murderous intent:

Tell me the details of the guy who bullied you. I'll make him suffer the same pain you did.

"Thank you for your kindness, but that person should be dead by now."

When the elves of Nefaire village were plundered by humans, the vast majority of them perished.

Those elves had abused Nefair since childhood, so Nefair felt no sympathy for them and had been trying hard to stop thinking about them lately.

But Sagan shook his head.

"So what if they're dead? There are plenty of magic tricks in the world that can awaken the dead. The immortals may not have the five senses, but they still have a self, and there are many ways to torment them."

That wasn't Sagan's area of ​​expertise, but he could start learning immediately if necessary.

Nefi shook his white hair and head.

"The matter isn't that serious; it's not worth waking up a dead person for revenge."

"Hmph... Neferi, you're too kind."

"But Mr. Sagan, you didn't retaliate against the person who locked you up, did you?"

Neferpitou's incisive question left Sagan momentarily speechless.

"Because... I wanted to say that the fruit I stole tasted pretty good."

"Yes. The honey tastes very sweet."

"...Sagan, your topic is too bitter."

Just as he was feeling a connection with Nefi, Fa'er's gaze fell on him helplessly.

To change the subject, Sagan first gave a fake cough.

"Raphael, you must have been on a boat before."

After Sagan finished speaking, he looked at Raphael, who was not wearing a tailcoat but instead a suit of armor.

That's Varrefar's armor.

Since any magician would recognize Raphael's face, he decided to wear the armor that Fal-Varefar had previously controlled. This disguise would not only allow him to use his prosthetic limbs but also be the best way to conceal his true identity.

Therefore, his current public identity is "Varefar", but he has taken off his helmet because he is currently in a guest room.

Raphael nodded.

"After all, once we've wiped out the magicians, we'll be sent to the next battlefield. We've also killed quite a few magicians on the ship."

Because the speaker meant no harm, the words sounded like a joke.

Raphael then added, moved by the experience:

"The lake is beautiful, and the wind is refreshing. In contrast, the sea breeze always carries a lingering, sticky feeling that makes one's expression more menacing."

The Baptismal Armor was created by the church to combat magicians. Anyone who wears it gains superhuman strength, said to be able to split the earth with their bare hands.

If this man were to adopt a fierce demeanor, he wouldn't be much different from an executioner glaring at him with instruments of torture. Sagan couldn't help but feel sorry for those who had been on the same ship as him.

Sagan's gaze fell on the 'Varefar's Armor'.

"Speaking of armor, the one you're wearing now should be fine, right?"

"Yes, it's even more comfortable than those baptismal armors from before. With this, at least I won't lose to those third-rate magicians."

Raphael is a paladin. Having lost his right hand in the previous battle, if he doesn't even have his baptismal armor to use, he'll probably have a tough fight against a low-level mage.

Therefore, Sagan reworked Varefal's armor into the Baptismal Armor.

Raphael whispered with great interest:

"But my king, what is the purpose of this armor? The method of making baptismal armor is a top secret even within the church. Even if you are the Demon King, there is no reason why you could create it so easily."

"Yes, that should be correct. After all, putting everything else aside, this technique is completely meaningless to a magician."

Sagan's answer only puzzled Raphael more.

"The Baptismal Armor is one of the few powers capable of rivaling a magician. It's one thing for someone as powerful as Your Majesty, but isn't this power of great value for research by lower-level magicians?"

"It won't work for them. The power of the Holy Sword and the Baptismal Armor are based on principles completely different from magic. No matter how much research they do, they can't be applied to magic. Besides, novice magicians can hardly even get their hands on clues to study this stuff. Even if they did investigate, it wouldn't be worth it."

Even Sagan only managed to reach this point thanks to the books and the actual Holy Sword in the Demon King's Palace, along with Neferpitou's help.

However, this painstakingly acquired method cannot be applied to magic.

In short, even if the magician studied the baptismal armor, he would gain nothing.

Perhaps even the Demon King wouldn't want to study it. Even in the Magasilian legacy, there are very few documents mentioning the Holy Sword and the Baptismal Armor.

As they talked, Fa'er left the window and sat on Nefair's lap, seemingly interested in the topic of the Holy Sword. Nefair naturally stroked her head in return.

Sagan then began to explain in sequence.

"By the way, Raphael. How much do you know specifically about why the Church's baptismal armor possesses such power?"

Raphael shook his head when asked the question.

"Unfortunately, we know nothing about this. As long as a sword can kill the enemy, the inscription on it is irrelevant."

"Well, I think so too. The other paladins probably think the same way."

Even Shesty doesn't seem to understand the construction principles of the Baptismal Armor.

Sagan picked up the paper and pen provided in the guest room from the table and quickly sketched out a "pattern".

"Your baptismal armor has this pattern carved on it."

Raphael's baptismal armor had been shattered in the previous battle.

Since the armor had lost its power, Sagan took it as research material and disassembled it to examine it, discovering that there was a pattern similar to an amulet engraved on the inside.

Raphael and Farah peered at the drawing Sagan had made.

"Is this the design engraved on the holy sword?"

"That's right. Although they are not exactly the same, they are both written in the same script, and the power can be gained by engraving the pattern on an item. Therefore, in a sense, the Holy Sword and the Baptismal Armor have the same principle of power."

The same power—that is, the language of the gods.

But at this point, Sagan looked troubled.

"And this thing doesn't seem to be usable like a circuit. I tried infusing magic into the pattern, but it had no effect. Weaving it into a circuit didn't work either, and it's also a different category from dragon magic."

At this point, the pattern no longer holds any significance for the magician's study.

Sagan turned his gaze to Fa'er, and the little girl nodded, her emerald green braids swaying.

"My father may know something, but this isn't the kind of magic I recognize."

Sagan's research reached a bottleneck at this point.

Raphael nodded knowingly.

"So, how did you eventually learn to use it?"

"Thanks to Neferpitou."

Sagan then answered.

"Nefi looked at your holy sword and read the word 'Medanzo' on it."

Even Raphael, the wielder of the holy sword, was unaware that what was engraved on it was actually the name of the holy sword.

Nefi nodded politely.

"Yes. Although it's different from the script used in the elven village, I might have seen it somewhere before... but I haven't learned to read and write, so I don't really know what it means."

Nefi could write nothing else but the words "Medanzo" and the pattern engraved on the baptismal armor.

But just being able to read it was already a very useful clue. Sagan was finally able to figure out which of the patterns made up a piece of text.

Within days of Nephele deciphering the pronunciation, the study of the divine language made great strides.

Even now, Sagan can understand some of the pronunciation of the written language.

"Since they can pronounce it even though they don't understand its meaning, it means that Neferpitou must have some connection with this text."

Sagan continued:

"So I tried to get Neferpitou to copy this design, and it actually gained power."

This is why Sagan was able to create the Baptismal Armor.