I was accidentally injured by God and I just want to be an ordinary person

"No need for formalities, great sage. Rise."

"How dare you call yourself a sage in front of the Demon King?! This is so disrespectful!"

"Dean, please stand up first. Being too modest will only cause trouble for the princess."

"Yeah, I understand."

With Camisia's advice, Dean, who looked like an old man, slowly stood up.

Since everyone is still inside the hall of the portal - the underground portal of the Eastern Demon Tribe is no different from that of the Western Demon Tribe - countless people are looking here. If they were not in the noble passage, Ella and others would definitely be surrounded.

In the bright light of the underground square, Camisia looked behind Dean.

"Dean, why are you alone?"

"Well... for some reason, it's not convenient for other nobles to stay here."

Dean's eyes flickered left and right for a moment, and he looked very nervous, but it would be inappropriate to ask him further at this time, so Camisia continued with the topic.

"Well, let's go back to the royal city first. The princess hasn't had a good rest yet."

"I understand. I will arrange for the servants to postpone the dinner."

"Ah, that's not necessary. Let's talk about it later."

Ella couldn't help but feel her scalp tingling as she imagined being surrounded by countless nobles. Before, in the audience hall, she was overwhelmed by just five people, not to mention attending a dinner party full of upper-class nobles. As Camisia said, she just wanted to have a good sleep now.

Without hesitation, Dean placed his right hand on his chest and saluted.

"Yes, I will follow your orders, Demon Lord."

Angelica appeared from behind Ella and blinked her sapphire-like eyes.

"Hey, is this the Great Sage Dean Nott Mitsuba? He looks just like any other demon... I thought he'd be a terrifying type."

"Hmm? Ah, this is the Demon Lord's friend, Angeline Malbrune, right? I heard that Miss Angeline is the only elf who can use the 'Berserk' magic. She's already level 25 before she's even 16. With time, she'll definitely become a member of the Hero Realm. She's truly worthy of being chosen by the Demon Lord."

"So I'm already that famous? Ehehe... I feel a little embarrassed, but 'Berserk' isn't that powerful. I think it would be great if I could use nature magic like other elves."

Being praised by an old man like Dean, Angelique shyly curled up her long brown hair.

"No, no, if used properly, Miss Angelini might be able to create an unprecedented feat. There's no need to be embarrassed about it. Also—"

Dean looked at the remaining three people, Elise, one by one.

"This is the princess of the God-man tribe, Iris Charlotte Farialuci, right? This is the princess of the Dragon tribe, Hime Sagizuki Fukagan, and the servant personally chosen by the Demon Lord, Lotte Nott—please forgive me for my disrespect to Lord Lotte last time."

"It's okay. Master Dean is also thinking about Miss Ella."

"Hearing you say that, I can finally put my mind at ease, hehe."

After walking up a long slope, Ella and the others arrived at the land of the Eastern Demon Tribe. What came into their eyes was a scene almost identical to that of the Western Demon Tribe.

The entire city is close to the sea, and the streets are paved with neatly arranged stone slabs. Countless carriages and pedestrians pass by. Perhaps because it is close to the portal, the view is full of caravans unloading and loading goods. The shouts in the square on the ground are one after another, and the surging crowds even remind Ella of the shopping malls on Earth near the New Year.

"Did we really walk through the portal..."

Feeling the sea breeze blowing from the other end of the road, Ella couldn't help but murmur softly that the furnishings here - even her own huge statue, were almost exactly the same.

"Yes, Demon Lord, both the Branch of Disaster and Misty Ting were built under the command of the previous Demon Lord, so there is almost no difference in their architectural style and layout."

[I always feel like the previous Demon King was just being lazy.]

After complaining in her heart, Ella couldn't help but think of another thing. She squinted her eyes and looked at the royal city in the distance.

"So, this city has been like this for six thousand years?"

"You could say, Demon Lord, that despite several renovations, this place still maintains the same layout as before."

"I see...I was overthinking it."

"Have you noticed anything, Princess?"

"No, nothing."

Ella shook her head. What she wanted to talk about was the identity of the Demon King. According to Mitis, she was either the Demon King or the Demon Queen. Although she had forgotten the past for unknown reasons, the familiarity of the Mark of Original Sin was definitely not wrong. In addition, after coming to this world, she encountered many things - for example, the purity of magic power was equal to that of the Demon King, and she could open a super-long-distance portal that only the Demon King could activate. She couldn't help but begin to doubt her identity. That's why she tried to recall anything by looking at the town just now. But now it seems that Mitis was wrong and she didn't feel anything.

"But then again, if there was a sense of familiarity, I should have felt it the first time I saw Mistydin. I'm such an idiot for thinking about it so seriously."

"Demon King, shall we return to the royal castle first?"

For some reason, Dean looked extremely nervous since he landed on the ground, and even the hand holding the strange branch-shaped staff turned blue.

"Is Dean feeling unwell?"

"No, thank you for your concern, Demon King. I was just thinking about something else..."

"Is it about the nobility?"

Ella couldn't help but think of Camisia's request - to let the nobles in the territory meet her. Dean didn't contact her as often as Camisia, so it would probably be difficult for him to ask for this.

Dean's whole body trembled and he lowered his head deeply.

"Uh... yes, but I'll report the details to you after I return to the royal city."

"Hmm~hmm, I see. Aira-chan, Lotte-chan and I will go for a stroll in the Branch of Disaster first, and then come find us later."

Iris smiled as if she knew the truth, waved to Ella, then turned and winked at Lotte, Angelica, and Fukagami.

"Eh? Is everything okay? We just got here."

"Don't worry, there are more important things over there. See you later."

After saying this, Iris led the three of them to the other side of the street.

After watching Iris disappear around the corner of the street, Camisia immediately put on a serious expression and asked Dean in an unquestionable tone.

"Dean, what secret are you hiding?"

Dean took a deep breath, his cloudy purple eyes filled with shame and uneasiness.

"Let's talk about it in a suitable place first."

Chapter 11: The Rebel's Elegy

Soon, the three of them arrived inside the royal city - a room that was almost the same as the previous audience hall.

The room was covered with high-end red carpet, and the surrounding walls were painted in a solemn dark red. As it was getting close to night, the magic lamp hanging from the ceiling was emitting a soft goose yellow light. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows that took up the entire wall, one could just see the lights in the city.

After Ella sat in the luxurious soft chairs in the room, Camisia and Dean sat at the other two sides of the round table. Judging from the few neatly stacked documents on the table, Dean probably didn't have much to say.

Dean swallowed and placed his hands on the table tremblingly, like a prisoner preparing to face the death penalty.

He didn't dare to look into Ella and Camisia's eyes. He lowered his head deeply, his words full of guilt.

"Demon King... In the Eastern Demon Territory... Someone has appeared to rebel against you..."

"What did you say!"

Bang.

The atmosphere in her body changed in an instant. Camisia slammed her hands on the table and stood up. The huge sound even made people feel that if she slammed a little harder, the table would collapse.

"Camisia, calm down."

"But Princess, if you don't feel angry after hearing this news, I will lose my confidence as a demon."

"Let's hear what Dean has to say first."

"……yes."

Although Camisia's reaction was very intense, it was not surprising to him. After all, as a demon king, he had never done anything substantial, so it was natural that people would oppose him. It would be more surprising that there was no opposition.

"Dissenting voices are what propel society forward... Perhaps that's a good thing. Hmm, it would be even better if we could establish a parliamentary system like the Divine Humans do, allowing capable people to demonstrate their talents."

Ultimately, it was just a desire to be lazy, but Ella wasn't willing to admit it.

"This is the information I found out three months ago."

Dean handed the two booklets in front of him to Ella and Camisia.

"Perhaps it's because I've been too indulgent with the nobles, and a group of people have emerged among my subordinates who want to establish the 'Holy King Council' system. Under the banner of fighting for democracy for the future of the demon race, they seek to weaken your power, Demon Lord. This is tantamount to rebellion. Although I immediately sent people to secretly monitor them upon learning of this, because this matter is of great importance, I have decided to wait for you to handle it personally."

"Wait, establishing a Holy King Council? Does that mean we're going to reform to a parliamentary system?"

Dean became excited without noticing the glint in Ella's eyes.

"Yes, but this is utter nonsense. Your Majesty, you are the future of the demon clan, the democracy of all demons. They are merely acting for their own selfish interests. I believe they should be detained now, and a nationwide parade and execution should be held the next day. With just one order from your Majesty, I can bring all the rebels before you right now."

"Hmph, a mere parade through the streets is too lenient. Princess, I believe we should act immediately and bring him to the square to be beheaded. Such a traitor has appeared in our territory. Dean, as the leader of the Eastern Demon Nobles, you should also take the initiative to ask the princess for punishment."

"Camisia, of course I know that."

Dean turned his gaze to Ella.

"But could you please wait until the coronation ceremony is over before punishing me? I wish to witness the moment you become the true Demon King."

The atmosphere in the scene had unknowingly turned strange, and Ella couldn't help but knock on the bottom of the table with her knuckles in embarrassment.

"No……"

Although he only said one word, Dean's face quickly lost color, as if his soul would leave his body in the next second.

He lowered his head bitterly.

"Thank you, Demon King."

"Eh? Dean, did you make a mistake?"

Dean hadn't even finished his words when he acted like this, clearly something was wrong.

"It is my honor to fall into eternal sleep at your command, Demon Lord."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I meant why even Dean has to be punished? Everyone makes mistakes, right?"

In Ella's opinion, this was not even a fault. The population of the Eastern Demon Territory alone was close to 100 million, so it was not surprising that one or two exceptions would appear. Rather, it was within reason.

As for those who wanted to establish a parliamentary system, beheading them was too bloody. Although Ella initially wanted to say, "Oh, let's establish a parliamentary system," to make herself feel a little more at ease, after seeing the excited speeches of Camisia and Dean, she gave up the idea of ​​establishing a parliamentary system. Even her subordinates were so dedicated to her, so she had no reason to find excuses to escape. Moreover, considering Camisia and Dean's admiration for her, the Demon King, it would be unavoidable to feel inhumane if she denied them here.

For this reason, Ella carefully chose her words and spoke cautiously.

"As for those who proposed establishing the 'Holy King Council', couldn't they have chosen a softer approach? Um—I mean, the coronation ceremony is about to take place, and suddenly doing something bloody like this might have a negative impact."

The first to react was Camisia.

"Princess, as the leader of the nobility, Dean bears unshirkable responsibility for any mistakes made by his subordinates. Moreover, this is a betrayal of you—a grave crime of treason. Even Dean himself will not rest in peace unless he is punished."

“Hmm…”

"As for your suggestion of using gentle tactics against the rebels, if this were to become known to others, I'm afraid it would be difficult to convince them. Of course, I'm not saying that the people in your territory will be dissatisfied with you. They are all kind-hearted people who follow your will. When I say "convince them," I mean it out of consideration for calming their anger. If the people knew about this, they would definitely find ways to vent their anger. Infiltrating the prison or bribing the guards is foreseeable, causing trouble that would be difficult to deal with."

"Isn't there a better way?"

"Demon Lord, mercy should only be shown to those who deserve it. These nobles are the equivalent of maggots. Please order their capture!"

Dean's tone became excited again. Ella was sure that if that group of people were standing in front of Dean, he would definitely swing his cane at them angrily - no, maybe he would directly cast a grand magical reception.

Realizing that continuing this topic would only lead to a dead end, Ella turned her attention to the file in her hand. Page after page of information on the rebels that Dean had investigated was written on it, from family background to interpersonal relationships, even the number of lovers and the frequency of their interactions were detailed.

"Heading up is this Baron named Gamar... Then there's this human knight, and the rest are just ordinary lords, eh? Wait, there's only five of them? Aren't their subordinates listed here?"

"That's not the case, Demon Lord. There are only five of them who are rebelling."

In fact, even the people who leaked the information to Dean were servants of these nobles.

"Huh? Five people?"

"There are five of them! Dean, what are you doing?!"

Camisia slammed the document onto the table, and Ella took it and folded it.

"Only five people isn't quite enough..."

Since Camisia had called it a rebellion, Ella subconsciously imagined it to be the size of an army.

"and--"

Ella took a look at the assets of the five people.

"Aren't these people quite pitiful... They live in ordinary places and don't have much money. This man named Gamar, who is a baron, has less than a hundred gold coins in total..."

Ninety of the one hundred gold coins were occupied by houses. Ella couldn't help but imagine that the baron had to rely on the help from his neighbors every day to survive.

"Demon Lord, there's no such thing as pity for rebels. We can only say it's natural. Whether it's having vegetables at every meal or not being able to even hire someone to repair the house, it's all what they deserve."