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

The girl who looked just like Neferpitou is now squatting there.

Just then, a crushing sound, like houses being crushed, rose from all around. Sagan's attack seemed to have dealt a fatal blow to the ship.

The deck beneath their feet tilted sharply and was about to sink into the lake.

"Oh dear, it's all because you attacked with all your might that the ship is about to sink. Now we can't even have a proper conversation."

Niru laughed out loud for some unknown reason, then snapped his fingers.

A magic circle appeared at Nilu's feet—even though he was floating in the air.

Then, the shattered bow swayed like smoke and returned to its original state in the blink of an eye—it looked a bit like a magnet attracting iron filings.

Sagan glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye and saw that the table and piano that had fallen into the lake had been restored to their original state, and all the dishes had been put back on the plates. Of course, he had no appetite for any of that right now.

Sagan can also restore broken things with magic, but that is completely different from Nero's magic.

—Was his previous teleportation magic the same? Were all his magic tricks mediated by that dust-like substance?

He carefully observed Nero's magic, and Raphael and the others arrived at that moment.

"My king, are there any enemies?"

Raphael, wearing Valefar's armor, was about to walk forward when Sagan stopped him with one hand.

Then, Faye gracefully descended from the night sky. Shestia arrived last.

"Shestia, Neferpitou will be taken care of by you."

After handing Neferpitou, who was still unable to stand on his own, over to Shesty, Sagan went to the repaired bow of the ship.

There, Niru finally landed on the bow deck.

"Now we should be able to have a proper conversation, right?"

After the opening remarks, Nilu spread his arms wide in a pretentious manner.

"I am Bifron, the Demon King. Welcome aboard my cruise ship tonight."

Niru—no, the Demon King Bifron—bowed dramatically as if acting and announced his name.

He was the same as before, his appearance making it impossible to tell whether he was a boy or a girl, and he showed absolutely no trace of the majesty of a "Demon King".

However, this magician still sent chills down Sagan's spine.

—I can't sense anything from this kid.

There is no sense of oppression, no feeling of fear, and even the sense of presence is quite faint. Even if the other person is right in front of you, you still doubt whether they really exist.

Then he opened his arms and waved to the elven girl who was crouching in a corner of the deck.

"Alright, alright, Nephtros, don't just stand there feeling down. Come on and say hello to everyone."

It seems that the Nephtros he mentioned is the name of the girl who looks exactly like Neferpitou.

Nefertros bit her lip, enduring the humiliation, glared at Nefertros, and stood next to Biffron.

—Is she the so-called dark elf? That's quite a rare sight indeed.

What first caught Sagan's eye were her pointed ears, just like Nephi's, which confirmed she was an elf. She had waist-length, straight silver hair, and her seemingly stubborn eyes shone with a moonlit gold. In stark contrast to Nephi, however, was her brown skin.

Nephrodite's clothing was so revealing that it was hard to know where to look. Her chest, waist, and thighs were completely exposed beneath her robe.

The girl just stared at him without saying a word, which made Bivron shrug.

"Haha, sorry, this child is always so aloof. Her name is Nephtros, and she's my lovely puppet doll."

Calling a girl who looks like Neferpitou a puppet may be unpleasant to hear, but Sagan has no sympathy for her.

—So that's how it is. She was the one who hurt Nefi in Kionnoind.

He understood as soon as he saw that face.

If someone who looks exactly like you tries to hurt you, it will certainly make you feel uneasy. If the other person is insidious, the trauma will be even deeper.

The girl named Nephtros also seemed to harbor resentment towards Nephro.

Even if someone looks remarkably like Neferpitou, given the perfect conditions for hostility, Sagan wouldn't be merciful enough to forgive them so easily.

Most importantly, since someone dared to attack someone under the protection of the "Demon King," then we must make an example of them to show everyone what the consequences will be.

Sagan cracked his neck, making a sound, and then waved to Biefron.

"The puppet's actions should be the master's responsibility. You dare to 'treat' my apprentice so 'kindly'? Then let me 'thank' you properly in return. Step forward, or I'll snap your neck."

"Haha, didn't you just give Nephtros a good beating and make her lose face? So we're even, right?"

"...? How can this be considered even?"

It was indeed Nephtros who attacked Nephro, and she had just suffered the consequences, but Biffron had not received any retribution.

No matter what kind of "demon king" he was, Sagan's temper was not mild enough to let him off so calmly.

He glanced at Nefi's cheek.

—There are tear stains all over it.

Making Neferpitou cry is no small matter. Even Sagan herself had never seen her sad and shed tears.

"You made Neferpitou cry, that's a crime deserving of death, even ten thousand times wouldn't be enough."

Bivron probably sensed that Sagan was serious, and narrowed his eyes with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Oh? When we met before, I thought you were pretty brave. I didn't expect you to become even more courageous after becoming the Demon King."

After saying this as if he were a teacher praising a student, Bivron rolled up his sleeves and raised his left arm.

On his upper arm was a frightening-looking emblem, radiating light.

"However, it's quite disheartening that my first junior shows such disrespect. Let me teach you a lesson in manners."

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelmingly powerful magical force emanated from the diminutive Demon King.

"Hahaha! The entertainment is about to begin!"

Bifron laughed loudly.

"Crack... Waaah..."

Unarmed, Shessty collapsed to her knees, unable to stand. Raphael stepped in front of her to shield her, but he could also hear the painful groans emanating from beneath her armor. Even the dragon Farah turned pale and slumped to the ground.

It wasn't just Shesty and the magicians on the deck who were suppressed by the power of magic.

Nefertros, who was standing next to Bivron, also clutched her chest and looked uncomfortable.

Bivron looked at the many guests on the deck with great satisfaction and said:

"Well, I think many of you are seeing this for the first time. This is the 'Demon King's Mark'—the mark of us thirteen 'Demon Kings' as the kings of magicians."

After speaking, Bivron once again raised the insignia to show it to the public.

"Perhaps one of you will be the next Demon King, so watch closely from here on out. A battle between two Demon Kings is a once-in-a-century event."

Although Bivron used provocative words, his pretentious attitude made people doubt whether he really wanted to fight, and even suspect that he might just be an unknown magician who called himself Bivron.

The Demon King's Mark appears real at first glance, but it's not impossible for a monster who has been a magician for hundreds of years to forge a mark. Considering the way they've been treated this time, it wouldn't be surprising if they pulled some unexpected trick to prank us.

—Besides, what exactly is this kid up to?

Combat is of no value to a magician.

If he wanted to obtain the knowledge and power of Sagan or Nefarian, there must have been other, more intelligent ways.

It is utterly pointless for a magician to go to such lengths to find highly skilled magicians and then provoke them.

Even if it is meaningless, the Demon King is still powerful.

Bivron faced Sagan with a smirk.

"Then let's give it a try. Let's see if 'The Magician Killer' can even devour the power of the 'Mark'."

Sagan's "The Sorcerer Killer" defeats its opponents by using the same magic circle—by instantly drawing a repeating circuit—to tamper with the magic circle and seize it for itself. The ability to correctly replicate even a circuit seen for the first time—this talent is the foundation of Sagan's power.

Therefore, the more complex the magic circle, the harder it is to 'devour' it.

How complex circuits can be constructed with the magic enhanced by the Demon King's Mark? Is there a way to "devour" the magic of an opponent who also holds the title of Demon King? These are all unknowns.

Despite being in an unknown situation, and with various things potentially going against him at any moment, Sagan's expression remained relaxed.

Of course, he was furious about Neferpitou's injury, but not to the point of losing his mind.

Then, as if knocking on an invisible door, Sagan lightly waved his right hand.

A clanging sound, like striking a tuning fork, echoed out.

Just like that, the magical vortex that had been entrenched on the deck suddenly disappeared as if it were a rain shower.

"Huh...?"

Bifron let out a stunned snort.

—Since I investigated the language of the gods, how could I not have studied the "Mark of the Demon King"?

Sagan said to him irritably:

"The power of the 'Mark' is indeed troublesome, but I have an identical one at hand. How could I not stop it?"

Sagan saw them the moment he met the twelve "Demon Kings".

—This Demon Lord's Mark will resonate with the marks of other Demon Lords.

This is similar to the principle of a tuning fork.

Simply put, there is some kind of connection between the "marks," and Sagan sealed the power through that means.

Bifron said in astonishment:

"How could this be? What did you just do?"

The flustered little "demon king" amused Sagan, who exclaimed, "Oh?"

—Bivron’s words and actions finally revealed his true intentions.

At least, his hesitation just now shouldn't have been an act.

Sagan raised his right hand and said:

"The Demon King's Mark resonates, so I simply sealed its power through the resonance phenomenon."