Chapter 89: The Demon King’s Age Crisis
"Don’t be fooled by how easygoing Sebastian seems. That guy really knows how to hold a grudge. Believe me, Ke’Oth and N’zall are in for it after this. The way they embarrassed Sebastian today? He will get them back. That’s just how he is. There was a demon who crossed him once, and the poor thing’s life afterward was miserable beyond belief."
"Choking on water, tripping over flat ground—those were just the mild parts. But I’ve realized something—it’s not just Sebastian. All demons are like this. Seriously petty, every one of them."
"So I’ve been wondering... is there even a single normal person—uh, I mean, normal demon in the demon race?"
Illiya was forced to listen to the Demon King complain about his own people, though his attention wasn’t actually on him. As a result, he missed the Demon King’s little slip of the tongue at the end.
"...I guess there might be one or two?" Illiya didn’t want to bluntly say, ’You demons are all kind of nuts,’ so he gave a vague and ambiguous answer instead.
The Demon King didn’t seem to mind Illiya’s half-hearted response. He looked delighted—mainly because he had been holding all this in for so long. In his eyes, there just weren’t many "normal" demons around. Every single one was absurdly passionate. Since arriving in the demon realm, he hadn’t even washed his own face once!
As a perfectly healthy former human turned demon, he just couldn’t get used to it.
Wiping away imaginary tears, the Demon King sighed inwardly. After reining in his emotions, he quickly bounced back into his usual upbeat self.
He nudged the elf next to him with his elbow and started introducing himself.
"My name is Anos Velverosa Ghalaztox," said the Demon King, revealing his name and some personal details. "I’m eighteen years old."
"It’s really just eighteen!" Anos emphasized again, worried Illiya wouldn’t believe him.