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

It seems that this move has indeed achieved the expected results.

Amidst the whispers, the magician's gaze finally settled on Shesty.

(Since she's getting so close to them, it seems Sagan has also recruited the Holy Sword Maiden?)

This made Shessie feel quite uncomfortable.

"Recruit... I don't remember ever becoming your subordinate."

"Make do for now, or they'll kill you."

"babble……"

After letting out a soft scream, Shessti grabbed Sagan's arm.

Upon witnessing this, the magicians booed loudly.

(Look at this picture, it's full of spring fever.)

(So ​​that's how it is. It seems she's become Sagan's lover.)

The whispers reached her ears, making Shestie blush.

"Who...who's getting all lovey-dovey!"

"Quiet, tadpole head. Do you really want to die?"

Farr reached out and slapped Shestie's bottom.

If everyone didn't believe that Shessty was also one of Sagan's people, the magicians probably wouldn't have let her leave alive.

"Waaaaaaah!"

Even Farrar joined in the cursing, causing Shessty to utter a humiliating and indignant cry, but this also dispelled the hostility of the magicians around her.

After crossing the deck, Sagan went to the bow and found a seat among the arranged seating.

He was about to sit down, but he couldn't because Shess refused to let go of his arms.

"……Hello."

"No, no! I just... I just can't move my hand for a moment..."

For this timid girl, walking unarmed through a group of magicians must have felt like a brush with death. She couldn't let go of the arm she was holding onto.

Upon seeing this, Neferpitou's ears twitched nervously, a rare occurrence for him.

"So, do you need my help?"

"Aww, I'm so sorry..."

Although Nefi's expression remained the same as usual, his voice revealed a cold anger.

Thanks to this, Shess jumped and finally got off Sagan's arm.

—Neferi's reaction is really novel.

Although Neferi always worked hard for Sagan, he rarely showed any possessiveness towards her.

The reason for this is not only that Neferi herself does not know how to express her will, but more fundamentally, the two are usually alone and there is no opportunity for her to express her opinion in this way.

Although she was angry, seeing Neferpitou's rarely seen expression brought Sagan a strange sense of joy.

Looking at his beloved girl, Sagan sat down heavily in the chair.

That was the seat at the very back of the bow, a step higher, offering a panoramic view of the entire deck. It was a seat reserved for the honored guests.

There, to Sagan's left were Nefaire and Fal, and to his right were Shestie and Raphael.

Sagan rested his arm on the backrest and crossed his legs, looking down at the deck with an air of superiority. Sagan's arrogant laughter made the magicians present hold their breath for a moment.

(Are those the Demon King and his cronies?)

(How did Sagan, who was virtually unknown just a few months ago, manage to bring those people under his command?)

While putting on a show and making a big fuss is troublesome, it can instill fear in others, which is strangely satisfying.

Sagan raised his glass from the table, his gaze shifting to the magicians on the deck. As if anticipating this moment, the band abruptly stopped playing.

Silence then descended.

"I think I don't need to introduce myself anymore, but you should still listen. My name is Sagan, and I am the magician who sits at the bottom of the 'Demon King' throne."

Sagan's voice wasn't loud, but it quietly echoed to the other end of the deck.

Then, the wine glass was raised high above the head.

"Although the host hasn't arrived yet, everyone, let's enjoy this banquet together."

The magicians raised their glasses and toasted each other.

Although it was only a superficial gesture, this can be considered a historic moment when magicians first acknowledged Sagan as the "Demon King".

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Sagan raised his glass and downed the wine in one gulp, and the deck once again erupted in a noisy symphony.

Thanks to this elaborate bluff, the magicians' initial hostility towards Shesty had vanished.

After confirming the matter, Sagan sighed impatiently.

—I really have no idea how to deal with this kind of monkey show.

Reading magic books in the city and spending time comfortably with Nefarian or Fal is a hundred times more meaningful than this.

But since she had already done it, in order to find meaning in it, Sagan turned her gaze to the magicians on the deck.

Like other magicians, Sagan used magic to focus faint light into her eyes and amplify it, giving her vision as clear as daytime.

—It seems there are a few familiar faces.

Although Sagan didn't have much information about magicians, he did know the names and appearances of a few potential Demon Lords... although he had learned about them from Barbaross before.

Besides Simón from "Black Blade," there was another magician at the event who looked like Gömel from "The Witch," but somehow she looked different from before. Or perhaps, she was older.

However, a magician's appearance is inherently unreliable.

Besides, Sagan had seen Gomel at that dimly lit auction before, but he hadn't seen her face clearly then, so he just felt that something was off.

Sagan was looking out onto the deck when Far suddenly leaned in and stared at him.

"Sagan, Sagan".

She seemed to want to express something, so she first turned around in place.

—Come to think of it, I haven't complimented her dress at all up to now.

Although it was because Shess had just said something inappropriate, it was still the father's fault.

Sagan then nodded dramatically.

"It looks great. Do you like it?"

"Mmm. This dress is so cute."

—It's because you wear it that it looks cute...

The younger daughter had a different kind of cuteness compared to Nefertari. Sagan then gently stroked Fal's head a few times.

The young dragon comfortably squinted its eyes, and then it was Nefi's turn to gently lift the hem of her skirt.

"So, how does Neferpitou's dress look?"

"Hmm, of course you're still just as beautiful and charming."

"...Mr. Sagan, I feel embarrassed if you say that."

Neferpitou, her ears dyed red, swayed shyly. Her bashful demeanor only added to her charm, captivating Sagan's gaze.

Sagan cleared his throat and examined the girl's attire again.

"Uh-huh, so is this dress comfortable to wear?"

"Yes, it allows for great freedom of movement. How should I put it... it's much better than the clothes I wore when I first met Mr. Sagan."

"Yes, yes..."　

Who wouldn't be happy after she said that!

When Sagan first met Nefertari, she was wearing a beautiful pure white dress, but he wanted her to wear something more glamorous.

Sagan couldn't quite put his finger on what "magnificent" meant, so he always had to ask Manila for help, which became a real headache for him...

However, the flirtatious shop assistant always managed to find clothes that perfectly matched Sagan's expectations, and the dress she paired with this time was just as breathtakingly beautiful.

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—At times like this, I really wish I could be alone with her.

Having attended the magician's banquet, this was obviously not something he could expect, but it was precisely because he was in such an environment that he longed to be alone with the girl he loved.

Sagan turned his gaze toward Shestie.

"Anyway, there shouldn't be any idiots here who would dare mess with me. As long as you don't mess anything up, you're safe wherever you go. Now you're on your own."

Sagan meant well, but Shessie flicked her bangs and glared back at him.

"Let me ask you this: do you think I have the ability to completely avoid messing things up under these circumstances?"

Shess's attitude was more than just resolute... she even had a teary-eyed look, which made Sagan sigh with regret.

—Since you have self-awareness, haven't you ever thought about correcting it?

Although this is still much better than messing things up without realizing it...

Just as Sagan was having a headache, Neferpitou took Shestie's hand.

"Before you calm down, why don't you stay here and chat with us for a bit?"

Sagan wanted to spend time alone with Nefie, but since she had said so, there was nothing she could do.

Besides, Sagan knew that even if he got rid of Shessty, he would probably still be too worried to relax.

Deeply moved, Shestie grasped Nefertory's hand tightly.

"Oh, thank you, Neferi. You're always so kind and considerate."

"...Tadpole, aren't you ashamed of how pathetic you always are?"