Chapter 118 – Side Story – The Dreamer Meets His Family
[Don’t fight, have sex]
A phrase that the Demon King Sharpie saw as soon as he entered the office.
This is the slogan that Mongmadang raised in the first election held in the demon society.
It is no different than the first-class contributor who pushed through slogans such as ‘Make demons great again!’ Or ‘The problem is looting, stupid.’
Of course, the demon society is not a very easy place to win the election with that alone.
“So how many died?”
Sharpie asked a question as he sat down in his now familiar office chair.
The dreamer’s secretary, who followed her in, reported her situation in a mechanical tone.
“Fifteen vampires have died.”
The secretary, exuding the air of a haughty beauty, relayed the situation by continuously flipping through her papers.
Sharpie, who kept listening to reports, suddenly remembered the riot squad that had gone to quell the vampiric protests.
It must have been a riot squad made up of orcs.
“The children who went to subdue?”
“I think we should create a new Orc Suppression Unit.”
“Under…”
The sharpie felt giddy about how to placate the orc warchief.
The madman was already actively supporting him in the election, but he always yelled at me why Sharpie didn’t give it to him directly.
However, what the dreamyard promised in the first place was to send an appropriate number of dreamers into the orc tribe, not the sharpie himself.
According to common sense, if Shapi, who became the king of the demons, directly intermingled, her authority as a ruler would fall beyond words.
At least, the reason why the orc warchief restrained his sexual desire was because of the long-standing authority of absolute obedience to the demon king, so he had to stop having sex with him and lowering his authority.
Besides, I couldn’t get rid of that guy who was the head of the Orcs.
Because the Orcs were the main customers of the Dream Horses, and they were one of the few races that did not believe in the demon king from the Dream Horse and did not replace all of the heads of the tribe with women.
It is also a perfect partner for dreamers with weak arms.
“Take an appropriate amount of consolation money and send it to the Orcs. Send it to the vampire elders as well.”
“Why don’t we take this opportunity to drive out all the vampires?”
The secretary approached with blue heart eyes shining.
“Vampires are all infertile and do not feel any sexual arousal. Unpleasant for dreamers…”
“This time, they crossed the line first and brutally suppressed it. Originally, it is the law to proceed in the direction of shedding as little blood as possible so that there is no back and forth.”
The Demon King gave a kind explanation for this dream horse, whom he secretly marked as the successor.
However, there was a hint of annoyance in her tone.
“Then go out and do what I tell you to do.”
Sharpie felt she was tired inside.
They couldn’t eat each other just a moment ago, so they interceded with the tribal chiefs who couldn’t eat each other.
At the same time, he appeased those who wanted to receive various benefits with dignity and ambiguous promises as a demon king.
It must be strange that I do not feel tired from this routine repeated every day.
Even most of them were female or feminine demons, so it was more difficult to deal with.
Unlike men who are attracted to them even if they do nothing, the political battle with them, who are relatively less attracted to the dreamer, was not easy.
“Sharpie.”
The secretary didn’t call her Demon King, she called her by her real name.
Also by nickname.
“Aren’t you just running too far? I know how much you are working hard, before I have been with Shapi since the dreamer training center.”
Sharpie knows this dreamer well.
Silver hair and blue eyes.
Slender slender body.
And even a haughty yet cold impression.
All of them were close to each other, so they were rather close friends.
She was also a disciple whom she educated directly from her.
“It’s Jerry.”
It’s been a long time since I called her name.
After she became the Demon King, she was almost only called a secretary.
“I have to do this until I die anyway. Shouldn’t you be tired already?”
“Then you should do it properly even if it is regular intake! She hasn’t had sex once since becoming the Demon King!”
When did you have sex?
I guess she didn’t do well even when she was in training camp.
“You won’t die of starvation because you get regular portions from the dreamers, but it’s better for your health to consume them yourself. If you’re concerned about hurting the face of the demon king, I’ll bring you a human so that you don’t get in trouble.”
Jerine frowned as if she was frustrated.
She gave this expression to the demon king, the absolute ruler of the demon tribe.
Sharpie smiled while realizing that the demon king’s authority had fallen considerably.
“Come here, Jerry!”
“Yes?”
“Shall I go?”
As if Jerine had a premonition of what was about to happen, she smiled bitterly.
“I will go now.”
She stood erect in front of her sharpie, her silver hair fluttering.
And she slowly lowered her back towards her sharpie.
The demon king kissed the secretary lightly and received the energy.
“Thank you!”
Sharpie smiled, not as a demon lord, but like her close sister.
Her secretary, by comparison, looked at her with her pitying eyes.
“Not only the demons, but also the dreamers will have a hard time understanding the demon king’s efforts. A dream horse is a creature that needs to spread its legs to anyone to live on.”
Again, the name returned to the devil.
Sharpie thought it was a bit of a shame.
She didn’t know exactly what her family bond was, but she also had the feeling that when she saw this young dreamer, she knew what it was.
However, she thoroughly treated Sharpie as a respected teacher or demon king.
So Sharpie spoke in a deliberately mischievous tone.
“Who did you spread your legs on yesterday?”
“I opened it to the centaur priest.”
An immediate answer.
It’s a difficult answer to think that it came from a beauty with a arrogant impression.
However, it is just an extremely ordinary subject for the dreamer.
Feeling fed up with that fact, the demon king asked again.
“Is your back okay?”
“It is very fine. Why don’t you protect it with magic when dealing with such a large species anyway?”
“I don’t know because I don’t like it very much.”
“Is sex a thing you like?”
It is a rather provocative word in dream society.
Sharpie accepted the comment with a grin.
“I like sex.”
“But why aren’t you having sex? Does it make sense that the leader of the dreamers and even the representative of the training center rarely have sex?”
Jerryne let out a light sigh as she wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.
“How strange is your sexual desire…”
“Isn’t it funny that a dreamer would say that?”
Sharpie shuddered and pulled something from a drawer in her office desk.
The secretary who saw that flashed heart eyes.
“Is this a human book? It has human language written on it.”
“Huh! It must have been a novel that was popular in the human kingdom. I stole it because it was on the list of loot from the last invasion.”
With the sound of paper turning, the secretary skimmed through the contents.
Sharpie, with some anticipation, summarized the contents.
“It seems that humans do pure love. A man and a woman promise to only see each other for the rest of their lives and live together.”
“Is it like a fantasy novel?”
Sharpie was silent for a moment at her secretary’s nonchalant reply, then she spoke again.
“Actually, that’s the part I don’t understand. But after that, I really hated the part of creating a family and raising children.”
“Where are you going?”
“You have to understand it with your head, but is it bad? I always told you at the training center that you feel these things with your heart!”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not very attracted to sexual desire anymore than that. And.”
Jerine smiled bitterly and politely handed the book to the demon lord.
“Other dream demons and demons won’t understand. The Demon King keeps trying to introduce the concept of family to the dreamers.”
Sharpie looked at her secretary with expressionless red eyes.
The secretary spoke in the utmost politeness, but without twisting her words.
“Usually, the Demon King is always realistic. And he is also the one who has the ability to handle this bloody demon society.”
Because the opponent in front of her was treating herself as her demon lord, Shafi also looked at her with her often stern expression as her demon lord.
Zeline also looked at Sharpie with the face of the demon king and laid her eyes on her.
“However, what the Demon King is pursuing is an ideal that is unreasonable for the dreamer race itself. Because we are a race that the Demon God made into prostitutes.”
The sharpie looked at the wall with the inverted pentagram, the symbol of the devil.
The demon god who created all the demons.
If there was one thing I learned after becoming the Demon King, it was that demons only created demons out of necessity, and had little affection.
But I can’t tell the demons about that fact.
As the sharpie turned her gaze to her reverse pentatonicity, Jerry Ne, slightly relieved of her pressure, continued her words.
“Of course, I know that sometimes there are dream demons who have the same taste as the demon king said. These are the children who are overly obsessed with mixed-body men and meet a miserable end.”
“Do you think I will too?”
The secretary shook her head with a determined expression.
“Absolutely not. The Demon King is a person who has clear public and private affairs. So, Demon King Sharpie.”
Sharpie’s most cherished subordinate and disciple, and perhaps a dreamer like her family, made a pitiful request.
“Don’t fall while chasing an ideal that is too difficult. .”
Sharpie looked back at her secretary, puzzled by her sudden interruption.
She had a hardened face.
“Is it Jerry?”
As soon as the Sharpie opened her mouth, she covered her mouth.
“Oooh!”
Jerry’s suddenly vomited her black blood out of her mouth.
The Sharpie hurried toward her, eyes wide in surprise, but she stopped, aghast at the sight unfolding before her.
The black blood crawled on the floor by itself and began to draw a reverse pentagram, the symbol of the Demon God.
“Huh… Whoops!”
With her moans of pain, Jerryne vomited up a large amount of blood once again.
Only then did Sharpie relieve the pressure of this surreal sight.
“It’s Jerry!”
Sharpie approached her, preparing her recovery magic.
However, she soon felt a strong force and rolled behind her.
“Ah!”
It was strange.
Normally, if there is a commotion like this, the guards outside will come in?
Sharpie had a feeling she was out of the ordinary, and she tried to get herself back up.
However, it was soon frozen by the sound of his voice.
“I like those who run toward unattainable ideals.”
Voice for the first time.
However, the body refused to move as if it knew this voice instinctively.
“Shafikara Pagan. Demons like you.”
The demon king barely raised his head to see the existence in front of him.
The figure of a dignified human old man.
He has black hair and black eyes, which is rare even for demons.
“Oh, Goddess… !”
The Demon King lowered his head, sensing who this being was.
Then, he barely turned his eyes to see the dreamer lying on the floor.
Jerryne was barely breathing and was still bleeding from her mouth.
It will probably be a corpse soon.
“Nice to meet you. It’s been a long time since I’ve met the Demon King in person.”
The demon was speaking normally, but the sharpie felt unable to lift her back.
She couldn’t even open her mouth, so she couldn’t even say please treat my line.
“Pagan. I know very well about your wishes.”
The Demon God came out of the pentagram drawn in blood and stood in front of Sharpie.
“I will give you a chance to obtain that wish yourself.”
He lifted the sharpie’s chin with her foot.
The demon king hurriedly followed his feet and raised his eyes to look at the demon god.
The demon looked at Sharpie’s face and smiled strangely.
“Your kind is really like her.”
Sharpie was silent at the incomprehensible words.
No, she couldn’t help but be silent.
The magic stone near her heart was trembling violently, and her insides were shaking.
The demon looked at Sharpie’s face in the middle of it, and when she realized she was looking at the fallen Jerryne, she turned her head away.
“Are you familiar with that dreamer?”
“… Yes.”
The Demon God gazed at the Dream Demon for a moment with cold eyes.
And said in passing.
“Good night. Make it a year similar to that one.”
Again, difficult words to understand.
Sharpie let those incomprehensible words flow from her, and she tried to tell her to spare Gerine somehow.
But the demon didn’t give her any chance.
“Take it. And listen to me.”
Sharpie bit her lip as the demon turned her attention to Jerry.
However, I immediately unwrapped it and saw the demon holding it out.
A metal box with incomprehensible ancient characters on the outside.
While forcibly holding it in the demon lord’s hand, the demon whispered.
“So make your dreams come true. The miracle that a race called the dream horse gains love.”
As Sharpie realized that Jerry Ne was lying on the floor and not moving anymore, she shed a tear.
And she slowly nodded her head.
She put the most honorable title that demons call demons in her mouth.
“Yes, Master…”
* * *
Ten years have passed since the demon entered this place.
The Demon King was soothing the stress he received from his work by reading old love novels in his office.
There was always a metal box left by the Demon God next to her.
“Under… I am tired of this now.”
Sharpie looked at the empty seat next to her and tossed her book back.
Tonight’s dinner was safely finished, and there is still time left.
It was time to relax, but she felt that her dullness was not soothed.
So she remembered what the god of drinking had said before.
“The miracle of a dreamer getting love…”
She picked up a metal box.
The drinker told me to pick it up and turn it around when the time came.
When the hell would that be?
Too much time has already passed, and the appearance of the silver-haired, blue-eyed, wonderful dream horse that has always been by my side is becoming blurred.
Maybe it was just a capricious act of a god that the creature couldn’t understand?
The moment I was thinking that, the door suddenly opened.
“Devil!”
The Sharpie looked at the shouter in amazement.
“Uh? Is it Jerry?”
Her dream horse she knew stood in front of her.
But she soon realized that the being in front of her was just a human who looked a lot like Jerryne.
As a bonus, I noticed that they looked like a typical warrior party.
“What? How did the warrior party get here?”
“Freeze!”
As the short woman cried out, all her windows and doors were covered with thick ice.
“Don’t even think about running away, die quietly!”
A woman who seemed to be a hero came screaming and charging.
Sharpie calmly held the metal box in the face of a sudden threat to his life.
And she found one more familiar person in the crowd.
Black hair black eyes.
Robust flavor.
When our eyes met, the man only glanced at me with an apologetic look.
Sharpie intuitively realized that this was the time the demon said.
She smiled at the familiar silver-haired woman and dark-haired man.
“Nice to meet you.”
The demon king turned the metal box while watching the swords of the warriors rushing in.
And a mighty magic power swept over the office.
After a while, the office, which was full of people, was completely silent, leaving no one behind.
Interesante 🤔