Regarding the humiliating defeat of the Demon Clan, someone long ago asked Demon King Hakimi, “You failed to defeat seven nations with one. Why don’t you reflect on your own problems?”
Why were you born on the barren lands of the entire continent?
Why don’t you reflect on your own problems?
You did nothing, yet humans are hostile toward you.
Why don’t you reflect on your own problems?
You’re just a demon, but humans draw their swords and attack without a word.
Why don’t you reflect on your own problems?
You were betrayed by your love-struck best friend, causing your plans to be exposed early.
Why don’t you reflect on your own problems?
You finally defeated the Hero, ready to take on the seven-nation alliance, but he shouted about friendship, courage, justice, and, watched by the gods, revived with full health.
Why don’t you reflect on your own problems?
You little cutie, I really love you.
Everything is about reflecting on your own problems, always reflecting on your own problems.
Failing to defeat seven nations is also your own problem?
Damn it, what can I do?
Once the Demon Clan declares war, all the human nations unite in hatred, setting aside their differences to deal with us.
So why not just declare war on all seven at once?
At least it’s more dignified.
Why not endure and keep developing?
That barren land—the Demon Clan has already reached its limit there.
Five hundred years of endurance, all for the sake of avenging humanity.
Can I suppress it?
Is suppression even useful?
Answer me!
Should I wait for humans to naturally go extinct?
I finally found the perfect opportunity to take down the empire through an inside-out strategy, but my brother betrayed me.
Isn’t that enough to drive someone insane?
Tell me how to fight.
Then my teammates started acting like idiots, constantly dropping the ball.
No support, no coordination, ignoring orders.
I carried the team with sheer individual strength, fighting multiple opponents, turning the tide.
Damn it, the Demon Clan is full of useless, ancient moron teammates.
Tell me how to win?
Betrayed by my brother to death, outplayed to death, and after losing, they say, “Oh, you were so arrogant declaring war on seven nations. Why don’t you reflect on your own problems?”
…
That “best friend” fought until the final wave, reached the Demon King’s castle, and still told me to surrender.
“Oh, surrender, and we’ll let bygones be bygones. The Demon Clan can still survive.”
I’m done.
Damn it, the Demon Clan’s foundation has been obliterated.
The revenge plan and the dream of returning home are ruined.
There aren’t many demons left.
In other words, the Demon Clan has no future, and I can’t go home anymore.
As a king, I can only die in battle, die on the path to returning home, not live in humiliation like a coward.
To be treated as a mascot by humans in the end.
Understand?
I’m Hakimi.
I can only fight until I’m out of breath.
I’m working on world-destroying matters, doing whatever it takes to go home.
Even if I die, I’ll die on the path to returning home, not live like a pathetic coward.
Got it?
“Ugh… another bad dream. My head’s all messed up, like I’ve been run over by a truck.”
As the first rays of morning sunlight spilled onto his handsome face, Sieg opened his sleepy eyes, reflecting the tent’s fabric.
He yawned, raised his hand above his head in a French military salute, and stumbled out of his makeshift bed, only to trip over something soft.
With a downward elbow strike, powered by great force, he hit the silver-haired girl’s stomach.
She woke up in pain, opening her blood-red eyes.
They were so close they could feel each other’s warmth, as if some desire was burning fiercely, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze.
No, it was three parts panic, three parts helplessness, three parts acceptance, and one part despair.
“Be gentle… I don’t have much experience.”
At that moment, Emilia lay on the ground, her long silver hair spread out beautifully, her graceful curves wrapped in a thin dress, paired with her ethereal, sweet voice.
Her slender hands clung to him like a python, practically a spark ready to ignite everything.
She didn’t know if she was still half-asleep or if her subconscious thought Sieg could do anything to her, even cross boundaries… but either way, it wasn’t good news for him.
Panting heavily, he raised his hand, wanting to act, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Maybe he wanted to keep her around to contribute to the Demon King’s castle.
If she got hurt because of this, it would cause unnecessary trouble and problems.
A flash of disgust crossed his eyes, but he held back, enduring.
“Ha, ha, ha, woman, you’re playing with fire.”
“…”
She didn’t respond, just smiled dazedly, driven by sleepiness, closing her beautiful blood-red eyes and snoring peacefully.
Thankfully, she only clung to Sieg in her sleep, with no further intentions.
He kept a blank expression, staying calm, though the situation was extremely intimate.
He could even smell the unique scent of the girl, like… how to describe it?
This was the price of being uncultured.
Anyway… as a Sigma male, his instinct was to resist a woman’s temptation.
He subconsciously adjusted his tightening pants—his little brother wasn’t listening.
He planned to wake her up.
After all, there was work to do.
How could she sleep so much at her age?
He wasn’t sure what method would be best.
For some reason, his eyes narrowed, and a spark of inspiration hit, making him feel sharper and smarter.
“Alright, let me ask you.”
He leaned down, whispering like a demon.
After all, waking a comatose person involves saying what they love to hear, let alone someone just asleep.
He whispered in her ear: “I’m Emperor Gerald, and I’m coming in, heh heh heh.”
“…”
No one knew what happened next, only that a loud crash followed, a huge hole appeared in the tent, and with splashing sounds, Sieg fell into the lake, soaked from head to toe.
Standing stylishly in a field of flowers, he shook his hair and fixed it with gel into a trendy… manure-like hairstyle.
Pointing at the apologizing Emilia with a powerful gesture, he teased: “Let’s not dwell on why you were in my tent. What was that just now? Trying to murder me? Oh, right, you realized I wasn’t Gerald, your little boyfriend, and had a reflex, huh? So loyal, so touching, I’m almost in tears.”
His tone was full of mockery, and she didn’t know how to retort, only apologizing repeatedly, saying it wasn’t what he thought—actually, the opposite.
If it was him, it’d be fine, but Gerald… that backstabbing wolf, she couldn’t stand him.
“Whatever, it’s fine. This works too.”
In the end, he waved it off—not a rejection, but a silent “I’ve got my eye on you,彼此
Manure style? Sounds like the start of a new trend 😆
Slice of life moments are on point and are also easier to write. I thought it was a good chapter.
Once more, we see that Emilia has played a very important role in getting Sieg’s people (presumably) genocided and yet Sieg is totally chill with her. Doesn’t even bring it up, just content to be a tsundere clown for the MC. It’s honestly pretty off-putting how he’s really just sweeping the whole betrayal thing under the rug.