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In the midst of beautiful white hair, the magic horns are as rough as layered rocks, and with the jewel-like fragments shining in them, the horns look even more noble and majestic; the bat wings are half-open with the blood veins outlined by silver lines, passing through the sharp black wings on the edges like longitude and latitude; And above everything else, the pair of golden and red eyes with vertical pupils reflecting the color of the sunset.

 ——The demon king stood in front of the mirror.

Horns, OK.

Bat wings, OK.

The expression… not so much.

Ansel corrected his expression in front of the mirror, trying to be more arrogant and more ferocious, and finally, this expression reached a delicate balance. The white-haired demon king stood in front of the mirror with an aloof and carefree look. Because he didn’t need to travel during the day, he often wore a short cloak with dark red lining that only reached his waist. He flicked the cloak and long hair, and the thin black gold chain hanging from his wrist showed of his majesty.

Looking at this scene alone, it really looks like a textbook definition of a king fixing his appearance, but Ansel added one step in the end.

He grasped the corner of his horns and turned it five degrees to the left.

Okay, now, it looks right.

After finishing all this, Ansel pushed open the door of his bedroom, and what he saw was a dull fish eye. Upon seeing him appear, the fish eye suddenly shone with a strange light.

 “Good day, Your Majesty.”

The fish faced him sideways, wearing a neat tuxedo with the iconic iris pattern of Suberbian City. The standing posture of the fish was upright and standard, just like the nobles in the portraits, Ansel could only see the mouth of the fish constantly opening and closing.

“The leader of the Demon King’s Palace, Vassago greets you and hopes that you slept well last night.”

This even somewhat sand sculpture like scene did not cause Ansel to change his expression. He nodded slightly and walked in front of Vassago. Vassago immediately followed, half a step behind and moved sideways at high speed, keeping a posture where he could see Ansel with one eye, and reported to him about today’s palace affairs.

 “This is the morning news from Suberbian City—”

“The reception hall has been rearranged to increase the air humidity, and the magic mirror has been arranged to lower the temperature of the main air conditioner in advance to prevent the visitors of the hell slime clan from melting.”

“For refreshments, the kitchen has prepared lava lizard egg tarts, poison mist pudding, and unlimited refills of iris tea, seasoned with antidote.”

Just like any other day, with the supervisor’s narration, His Majesty the Demon King who woke up began to understand the news in the palace and the city, and from time to time responded with monosyllables, or proposed solutions in just a few words.

The Demon King and the supervisor walked through the long high-domed corridor. On the walls of both sides of the corridor, there are murals recording of the previous Demon Kings of the Eastern Region. The brushstrokes are still very new. On the mural, the demon kings with rugged horns have arrogant expressions, with their dark hair and clothes fluttering in the worship of the demons.

This is Suberbian, the city of iris on the abyss of floating flowers in the demon realm. On the boundless sea of black iris flowers, there exists a city, bright as a pearl. Three hundred years ago, the Suberbian city gave birth to a demon king, and he was promoted to the city of the demon king. The emblem of the demon king was erected on the back of the city.  Abundant magic power and merchants from all over the world gathered here. All the demons of different races in the city swore allegiance to the Demon King and united as one. After only three hundred years, the big city has gradually developed and became prosperous.

Vassago’s fish mouth is still moving.

“… Someone visited the East Gate of the Magic Mirror last night, and asked the imperial court to adjudicate the matter of his rival touching his horn.”

This time, there was a pause in Ansel’s smooth reply.

“…imperial judgement?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Vassago thought that His Majesty the Demon King was asking whether the two young demons were qualified to make such a request. After all, His Majesty the Demon King is very busy.  A shrewd expression appeared on his sluggish fish face, and he moved a little closer to answer His Majesty’s doubts.

“You know, even though they are young demons, one of them has a father who is a deputy general in your army, while the other’s mother has a certain status in the business circle.” He gestured with his fins and the fish’s eyes continued to shine with a strange light. “So, if you are willing to show kindness, both parties will be very grateful.”

Ansel: “…”

He understood this, but the crux of his problem is not this at all… He touched the horns on his head to make sure that the horns were not crooked, and felt relieved.  Isn’t it just about touching the horns? What is this about making an imperial judgement?

But in order to maintain the image of the Demon King he can’t ask about it again. After all, it would make him look a bit unwise. So Ansel pondered for a moment, and repeated the key words in a slow tone.

“Touched the horns…”

“yes……”

“It’s too much…”

 “It’s simply perverted, sexual harassment, and insane!”

 “…???”

Ansel still didn’t understand, but he had already reached the office door.

The imperial judgement will only take more than an hour anyway, and Ansel does not intend to delve into it. He thought about today’s schedule, barely making a gap in his tight schedule.

“I will meet with the patriarch of the hell slime family at nine o’clock. It will take about two magic hours. From eleven o’clock to twelve o’clock, leave it for them.”

Vassago bowed immediately.

“Your Majesty is kind!”

The supervisor is in charge of the internal affairs of the Demon King’s Palace. On the surface, he is not allowed to be involved in politics. Vassago greeted him at the door of the office. Ansel walked into the office. As soon as he entered the door, a gust of hot wind suddenly blew past him. The young Demon King did not dodge, but raised his hand calmly, and the scalding hot wind lightly stopped at his fingertips, making a sharp sound like a flute.

“Good day, your majesty.”

The golden and red feathers shimmered with flames, and the hell creature shaped like an oriental phoenix landed on Ansel’s fingers, making a series of small chirping sounds representing comfort and relaxation.

“I hope you had a good rest last night, without that stupid magic mirror bothering you too much.” The phoenix raised its feather crest proudly, “After all, Your Majesty needs sufficient energy every day to deal with heavy affairs.”

“Good day, Finny.”

Ansel raised his hand and touched the sharp beak of the phoenix, and the bird coquettishly rubbed against his fingers. While rubbing his fingers, with the convenience of standing on his shoulder, it secretly sneaked towards the beautiful pure white hair, which has the aura of a powerful person, fascinating this creature of the abyss.

 【Cough 】

The sound of an ignorant cough came from somewhere, and Finny’s feather crest stood up a little bit, but it was still entangled with the devil’s white hair, hoping to play with him for a while.

 【Cough Cough!】

The ignorant coughing became louder and louder, and finally the sound was so loud that it seemed to cough out the lungs, which was clearly intentional. Immediately, the phoenix rushed to the magic mirror standing on the table in a fit of anger, trying to fight it.

“Hate! Magic mirror! Hate! Chirp chirp!”

【I’m only doing my job! I am reminding His Majesty about the new message that is coming!】

The magic mirror spoke eloquently, but its movement wasn’t slow, and it neatly turned itself upside down on the table, like a turtle retracting into its shell.

 【I heard that the chat software in the human world has such a prompt sound, I just imitated it! It is you who are delaying His Majesty’s work!】

“Chirp! I’m going to break you into eight pieces!”

This scene of a bird fighting with a turtle happens every day, and Ansel has long been used to it. He sat behind the desk of the Demon King, and Fuya, the succubus maid, brought snacks and freshly brewed coffee of the Demon Realm. Ansel closed his eyes and enjoyed his breakfast in peace. He took a bite, as if he didn’t see or hear the golden red phoenix and the tortoise shell magic mirror’s “ping ping pong pong” from one end of the room to the other.

After breakfast, the maid took away the tableware, and Ansel raised his hand to grasp the flying magic mirror. He held the magic mirror in an upright position, which was still the size of a palm, pulled the frame around, turning it into half a person’s size, and pasted it on the blank space on the side wall. The mirror reflected the demon king’s long pure white hair and delicate eyebrows, and the mirror stayed still for a second or two.

【Oh, my lord.】

A blurred face slowly floated up in the mirror, and a deep magnetic voice came out. This is undoubtedly a genuine magic mirror.

【Every morning I open my eyes in the face of your glory, what a blessing it is!  Your white hair is like snow falling once in a thousand years in the seventh abyss of ashes, and your eyes are like…】

Ansel raised his hand to stop the magic mirror from continuing the praise.

“That’s all for the routine compliments, give me today’s official report.”

Alas, it seems that His Majesty is still very busy today, and has no time to listen to his million-word essay. The magic mirror glanced triumphantly at the phoenix Finny who didn’t dare to rush over to disturb him, swallowed back the million words of praise he was about to export, and began to perform his duties diligently. There was a thin crack on the mirror, and the sound of an inkjet printer operating came from inside.

“Crack – squeak – squeak – squeak -“

After spitting out the last printed official document, the magic mirror looked a little sad.

【My lord, when will you replace the inkjet printer with a laser one? The magic mirror in the Government decree hall showed off to me yesterday. Its new laser printer can print official documents every second.】

The Demon King was flipping through the official documents to be dealt with today without even lifting his eyelids.

“The laser printer replaced by the Government decree hall can’t print in colour. As for the coloured laser printer… The technology is immature, and it’s a bit expensive at the moment. The Demon King’s Palace doesn’t need this kind of additional expenditure for the time being. We will go on an expedition soon, and it’s always good to save a little for military expenses.”

The magic mirror suddenly felt sad.

【Your Majesty, you have cut the expenditure of the Demon Palace too much. You see, your three meals, your clothes, your carriage… which demon king doesn’t have a dozen or twenty luxury carriages pulled by Nightmare when he is in office? Which demon king only eats pastries and coffee for breakfast? Which demon king still uses inkjet printers?】

The more the magic mirror spoke, the sadder it became. It is true that Suberbian City, as a new city of the Demon king, has only just subsided from the flames of war in the past few hundred years, and it is waiting to be rebuilt. Demon King Ansel issued a post-war decree, which not only cut taxes, but also reduced the expenses of the Demon King’s Palace, and invested most of the money in the construction of the city.

 But…but…

His Majesty the Demon King is too honest and restrained, which makes all the demons in the city feel distressed.  Demons likes luxury and enjoyment, and they pay attention to personal feelings. A demon king who is as selfless as Ansel is really the first in the world. The magic mirror even felt that His Majesty Ansel was sent by the demon god to save the demons in the Eastern Territory. He is indifferent to emotions, highly sensitive and highly self-disciplined, and very powerful. He is simply the perfect demon king!

His Majesty the Demon King, who is “indifferent to emotions and anger”, was currently browsing through today’s official documents at high speed, when suddenly, he saw such a document——

“Western Region News: His Majesty Saros announced that he would not recognize the new trade policy of Suberbian City, calling it all fantasy”.

With a “click”, the pen made from the demon owl’s feathers was folded in half in the hands of the Demon king.

It’s you again——sar—ros———!  !  !

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