The demon queen in front of me had absolutely no sense of being a "king". She had no idea what it meant for a king to come to me at night with snacks... not to mention she didn't even bring a maid.
What if I do something bad to her?!
There's also a problem with how they address me. They address me as "Mr." or "Ms." This respect shouldn't come from the mouth of a king. It's wrong.
Thinking this, Ira intended to point out Satan's mistakes directly, just as he had done when teaching Isabella in the Empire, but he hesitated again...
Is this closeness and respect good or bad? If I had known, I would have just used Isabella to control the aristocratic faction... she would have been happy to accept it anyway.
"Mr. Ira, what are you thinking about?"
Hearing Satan Ye's question, Ira hesitated for a moment but didn't say anything. He just shook his head apologetically, chuckled, and took over the matter, saying, "I just think it might not be good for the two of us to secretly have a late-night snack without letting Shirina know."
"Hmm, should we call her then? But it doesn't feel right to instruct Mr. Lyme again."
It seems that Satan is genuinely considering whether or not to invite Sylvanas along.
"No, this is fine."
As she said this, Ira sat down opposite her, picked up a fork, stuck it into the candied fruit in the bowl, stirred it in the honey water, and then held it to the mouth of the little devil sitting in front of her.
That's good.
As if saying it to himself, Ira murmured and repeated it.
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