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

He recalled what Gomel had said not long ago.

Absolutely right. This magician seems to be made entirely of lies.

Farah looked up at Sagan.

"So, killing him now wouldn't make a difference?"

"Yes, it's probably pointless."

What is the language of the gods?

"I don't know either. That kid probably knows something, but I'm not sure if he intends to tell anyone."

Bifron put on a troubled look and shrugged.

"My dear peer, I urge you to rethink your daughter's education. Discussing someone you've just met in the context of killing them is simply inappropriate."

"To be completely unguarded with someone whose humanity is unknown is the mark of a madman."

So, is this magician a man or a woman?

Even if I asked, he would probably just give me the runaround.

He will definitely ask in return, "What do you think?" and then, when Sagan chooses one side, he will answer the other side with a mocking look.

"...Really. He seems to only talk on the surface, like a poorly controlled puppet."

The description of a "suspended puppet" is truly vivid.

The magician's frivolous words and actions were indeed like a clown awkwardly controlling an ugly puppet.

No matter how much they pointed at the puppet and cursed it, all they got in return was a clown's sneer.

"Ugh, calling me a puppet is way too much. I do have a fragile heart, and it hurts to be looked down upon by a little girl. Hahaha."

Fal gradually sensed Biffron's strangeness. With a clear expression of disgust, she hid behind Sagan, but her eyes remained fixed on Biffron.

Neferpitou's mood finally calmed down, and she walked closer to Shessty.

When Nephrodite saw her arrive, she glared at her fiercely.

"...slave stuff."

Although she was dressed in a formal gown, Nefertiros wore a rough collar around her neck. Nefertiros's disdainful gaze was fixed on that collar.

But it was a token between the master and servant.

A token proving that Sagan was with Neferi.

If anyone were to mock this precious keepsake, even Neferpitou would not be able to remain silent.

"This ring is a memento between Mr. Sagan and me, and no one is allowed to insult it."

"...So what do you want? This second-rate product raised in a greenhouse, does it really think it's transformed from an animal into a human being?"

She humiliated Neferpitou in front of Sagan.

Sagan almost couldn't resist intervening, but Neferi resolutely responded:

"What I am is up to me. What you think is none of my business."

Nefi's resolute tone warmed Sagan's heart.

—I never imagined Neferpitou had progressed to the point where she could retort in a situation like this!

Sagan really wanted to pick her up, rub her face against hers, and praise her profusely.

In that case, now is not the time for Sagan to speak out.

Although Nephrodite was rebuffed, she immediately smiled contemptuously again.

"...What an excuse. Calling that collar a souvenir already shows that you're a slave at heart."

"..."

The dark elves persisted, leaving Sagan suspicious.

—This guy is really persistent, or rather, annoying.

Sagan didn't intend to interrupt, but he was actually getting to his limit.

Sagan initially fell in love with Neferpitou at first sight and bought her; now it seems that it was indeed because she was Neferpitou that Sagan was moved by her.

Nephroth looks exactly like Nephew, but Sagan has no feelings for her and probably wouldn't feel any remorse even if he hit her.

Therefore, Sagan showed his palm and pretended to raise his right hand.

"—Eee?"

As a result, Nephtros, perhaps remembering the time her face was pinched, jumped up in fright.

"Ugh... My ears are itchy after hearing those dirty words."

Then, Sagan lazily scratched his ears a few times.

It was a childish prank, but Nephtros fell for it and blushed with embarrassment.

"……puff."

Fa'er chuckled sympathetically.

"You guys..."

Hearing Nephtros's angry outburst, Raphael spoke to Fael in a cautionary tone:

"Fa'er, the weaker the dog, the louder it barks. Just laugh it off and forgive her."

"Hahaha...like this?"

Farfal gave a few emotionless, forced laughs. Meanwhile, Shestie looked at Nephtros with a look of pity.

"You lot. Neferi has already talked back, and you're still kicking her when she's down. It's so pitiful of her."

Sympathy can sometimes be the most hurtful.

Nephtros was so angry that her face contorted when she was described as pitiful by Shestie, who had been the most pathetic until just now.

"...I'll kill you all!"

"Alright, alright. If you fight them all, you'll get killed before you even kill anyone. Maybe you can kill one or two, but I won't help you then."

Bifron chuckled a few times, then said:

"It seems my servant lost her composure. But since you are all speaking so freely, let's forgive her. As I just said, I specifically organized this banquet to discuss some matters with you."

Then, Bivron dramatically spread his arms and looked down at the deck.

"How's my boat? I'm sure you're all enjoying the show, right?"

Sagan was not impressed by Bivron's affected manner, but he still nodded honestly.

"Well, the boat is quite tasteful, and we certainly enjoyed it, until you came along and started this trouble for no reason."

"Hahaha, that's wonderful. Those magicians don't even glance at the scenery; I was just worried about having no one to praise me. Isn't that right, Nephtros?"

When he asked her that question, Nephtros no longer showed her previous anger, but instead bowed respectfully in response:

"There are probably very few magicians who can resonate with Lord Bifron's interests."

"Haha, looks like she's still shy. But don't let her shyness fool you, she's the one who understands me best in the world."

"A master who refers to his confidants as puppets will find it difficult to earn the respect of his subordinates."

The perplexing relationship between the two caused Sagan to frown, though she seemed to have some reservations about being called a "puppet" by her master.

Nephtros's cold gaze, as if looking at filth, made Bivron give a wry smile.

"In short, as you can see, my elves are very rebellious. I really hope you can give me some advice on how to get them to love each other like you do."

Moreover—Bivron looked in turn at Fal, Shestie, and Raphael behind Sagan.

"You have gathered people of many different races and factions under your command, yet you are able to live in peace. This is an astonishing fact."

Sagan sighed softly.

"Did you call us here just to tell these boring jokes?"

"How could you call it a joke? You're clearly very sharp-tongued, yet you manage to attract so many people. Is it strange that I envy you?"

"Is this really something the Demon King should envy?"

"Even the Demon King has moments of loneliness."

As he spoke, he reached out to the dark elf beside him, but she dodged him with a look of disgust.

"Hahaha. Look, I'm so lonely, aren't I?"

Bivron laughed heartily, but it was impossible to tell how serious he was. Nephtros, standing to the side, looked on with a headache, rubbing her forehead.

—Although I don't like that guy, she's also quite pitiful.

The man with the brows furrowed, resembling Neferpitou, was indeed unpleasant to look at.

But Bivron seemed to disregard such a servant, and continued with a beaming smile:

"Alright, the night is just beginning, let's enjoy the banquet."

That was a sinister smile that made it impossible to fathom the depths of one's heart.

Sagan said with a disapproving expression:

"...If it's alright, shouldn't you get to the point?"

"Huh? I thought the atmosphere had finally become more harmonious?"

"That's just polite talk."

After all, they were invited guests.

Sagan verbally agreed, but he didn't have time to chat with him forever. If it wasn't fruitful, he would rather stay in the city and chat with Neferpitou; that would be thousands of times more meaningful.

As soon as Sagan finished speaking, Bivron pouted listlessly.

"Oh well... I was already very happy anyway."

After Bivron finished speaking, he stepped closer to Nefi.

Sagan raised his hand to stop him, signaling him not to come any closer.