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

"Mr. Sagan, I want to talk about what happened a few days ago. That day, Far and I went to Chinnoind, where we were attacked by someone."

"...Are they from Bifron?"

"I'm not sure. But that person must be someone who's different from a magician."

"Not a magician?"

But judging from what Nephi said, he probably isn't a paladin or anything like that.

Sagan awaited the next installment, but just then—

"...What's with this fog?"

For some reason, white mist suddenly rose from beneath Sagan's feet.

The fog that obscured the bright moonlight expanded and spread like a giant creature in the blink of an eye. After a breath, the two of them were enveloped in a white fog.

Before Sagan could hear the end of Nefi's words, "that" had already quietly begun.

Volume 3, Chapter 3: As expected, the so-called Demon King's personality is terrible.

With everything turning white before her eyes, Nefi initially thought she had fainted due to intense dizziness.

But she soon discovered that things were not like that.

In the pure white fog, Sagan's call echoed.

"Neferi! Where are you?"

A fog suddenly rose from nowhere and soon enveloped the luxury cruise ship where the banquet was being held. The table in front of Neferpitou disappeared into the fog, and Sagan, who was nearby, was nowhere to be seen either.

On the deck, the magicians' cries of panic rose and fell.

—Mr. Sagan, I'm here!

Nefi tried to shout, but found himself unable to make a sound.

No, it's not just about sound.

For some reason, she couldn't even move a single finger.

She could barely feel that she hadn't collapsed yet and was still sitting in the chair, but Sagan couldn't seem to find Nefi anywhere.

—Is this a magical attack...?

But if it's an attack from magic, Sagan wouldn't be able to fall for it.

Sagan is the "Demon King" from "The Sorcerer Killer"—any magic in his presence will be absorbed and decomposed.

If this is a magic that even Sagan couldn't dispel, then it either comes from a Demon Lord of the same rank as him, or...

—The person who looked just like me back then?

The 'Black Nefarian' can control magical powers.

Neferi felt a chill run down his spine when he thought about this.

—That man's strength was something even Mr. Sagan couldn't withstand!

The only thing Sagan, also known as "The Magician Killer," is helpless against is those opponents who use non-magical powers.

If that was truly magic, even Sagan, who could fight to a draw against the Holy Sword, might not emerge unscathed.

Neferi struggled to convey the crisis to him, but his body remained motionless as he sat in the chair.

—If only I had told him sooner!

After listening to Manila's advice, Nefi finally managed to sort out his thoughts, but because he wanted to wait until they were alone to talk, he missed the chance to tell him.

Given the current situation, there's simply no time to organize one's thoughts.

Neferi was struggling internally when a commotion came from not far away.

"Lord Neferi, are you alright?"

It's Niru.

Somehow he moved freely, groping his way to Nefertory's chair.

—Or is it possible that I'm the only one who can't move?

The other side of the fog was indistinct, but it was clear that Sagan had stood up. It seemed that only Nefertiti was unable to move.

In other words, is this an attack targeting Neferpitou?

Just then, the fog lifted slightly, and visibility finally improved.

Although Nilu's face was right in front of Nefie, he did not look at Nefie.

Then, his gaze returned to Neferi, and he looked at her with disbelief.

"Huh...? Lord Nefertari actually has two?"

Before Sagan lay a girl who looked exactly like Neferi.

Moreover, the girl's face, skin color, pupil color, and even her dress were exactly the same as Neferpitou's.

The "Black Nefarian" I encountered back then should have had brown skin and golden eyes.

—Is she... the same person from that time?

For a moment, she couldn't understand what that person who resembled her was trying to do.

Nilu also looked back and forth between Nefi and the other 'Nefi' with a confused expression.

"Then it shouldn't be... a puppet, right? Huh? What's going on here?"

Neferpitou was able to move his gaze with difficulty, and he successfully conveyed to Neru with his eyes that it was definitely not a puppet.

But the next second, Sagan's actions caused Nefi to lose all color.

"Are you alright, Nefertari...?"

Sagan spoke the name to the fallen girl.

Nefi opened her eyes slightly and let out a soft voice.

"Mr. Sagan...? What... what is this...?"

"I don't know either. It's probably not a natural phenomenon, but it doesn't seem like magic either."

Just as Neferpitou was stunned by the scene before him, Niru shouted to the other side:

"Lord Sagan, there's another Lord Nefer here... Huh? I can't reach him?"

Niru shouted at Sagan, but his outstretched hand seemed to be blocked by something and bounced back. His words also failed to reach Sagan.

—So, Mr. Sagan can't see this from his end?

Nefi's face grew increasingly pale.

Nilu probably realized this and rushed to Neferi's side in a panic.

"Don't be afraid, Lord Neferi! I, Nilu, will do my best to protect you!"

Despite being encouraged by a voice that was neither clearly that of a boy nor a girl, Neferi still couldn't utter a single word.

Neferi stood up unsteadily and reached out to grab Sagan's arm.

"Mr. Sagan, I'm so scared."

That look, filled with a smile, was directed at Nefi, which convinced her—

—She really is the one from back then…!

"Black Nephew".

Is the current situation caused by her? If so, why would she play such a prank?

Neferpitou hugged Sagan like that... but it's only happened a few times.

But it seems now is not the time for an embrace. Sagan, with unprecedented indifference, shook off her hand.

"Stay away from me. I think I'm being attacked."

It seems he doesn't want the attacks targeting him to implicate 'Neferi'.

Such thoughtfulness was for that girl, which filled Neferpitou with grief and indignation, and she was so sad that she could not control herself.

Nilu said in astonishment:

"Lord Sagan seems to believe that Lord Nefie is the real one. Lord Sagan shouldn't be mistaken, so is this Lord Nefie here an imposter? Or does Lord Nefie actually have a twin sister?"

Nilu's unfounded speculations made Nefi feel as if a corner of his heart had been ripped out.

—Mr. Sagan! That person is not me!

But even though he hoped that the truth would be revealed, he couldn't make a sound, and he couldn't move a single finger.

All I could do was cry.

Overwhelmed with frustration, tears streamed down Neferpitou's cheeks.

What Nefie saw was the contemptuous smile of "Black Nefie".

Immediately afterwards, "Black Nefair" nestled against Sagan's chest.

"Mr. Sagan, I'm so cold and scared. Please comfort me."

She then closed her eyes, her lips almost touching Sagan's.

—Stop! I don't want to watch!

Neferpitou tried to turn her gaze away but was held in place by some force, unable to even blink.

Disgust and anger churned within her. The thought of Sagan's lips being defiled by such a woman filled her with a dreadful urge to weep.

Faced with the "Black Neferpitou" demanding a kiss, Saganta—

"What's wrong with you? You're acting like you're already old friends after we just met!"

"Hmph?"

Black Neferpitou's cheeks were pinched out of shape, and it let out a blank groan.

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