After a thousand years of just floating in an unknown space, I finally got a work to do.

The feeling of ‘alive’ that I felt after a long time raised my mood.

‘I will finish it quickly and return to the life of a happy and enjoyable Demon King who is free, leisurely, and sucks honey!’ (t/n: suck honey is basically like living a jackpot/paradise life.)

Headaches and complicated things are just disgusting.

The best of those days were when I was living my own life, sometimes beating humans and the Gods, fighting, and rolling the bed.

‘Ha, I want to go back to my prime.’

Whooshㅡ

As soon as the lustful thoughts were over, my skin became numb again. The divine power once again leaked out

Lower-class relics are usually things that nobles seek in order to provide protection to their children, but…

‘It’s poison to me!!’

Don’t you know that I’m a half demon? Or maybe you are deliberately trying to harass me!?

Of course!

Esther was fine as long as her body had recovered to a certain extent and it wasn’t a low-level relic with divine power flowing like this.

This is because the higher the level of the relic, the less power it leaks.

‘Besides, the divine power is green…’

There are also some weird things.

Originally, the divine power was often white or transparent according to their taste.

I have to do good deeds while taking revenge on this family. At the same time, the ultimate goal is to live a happy, comfortable, and very enjoyable life like a rich man.

It’s ironic to think about the coexistence of revenge, good work, and life like a humble quantity.

Come to think of it, I have a lot of work to do.

Still, if the curse is true, the more I do good deeds, the weaker the seal will become, and the stronger the magic I can use.

‘To say that God is good is all bullshit.’

The most cowardly and lowly things in the world are the Gods.

“Phew.”

I lowered my gaze with an annoyed expression on my skin at the piercing sensation.

“Marina asr sansrsti pasu…”

(* “The faithful servant of God dares to…”)

First of all, let’s read it.

I didn’t know the Imperial language, so I started to read the first sentence slowly with my eyes while translating the ancient language into the Demon language.

What is surprising is that the more I memorized the prayer, the more my divine power began to diminish.

‘What kind of divine power will go wild if you don’t read prayers?’

Shouldn’t reading the prayers make the divine power stronger?

‘It’s a really strange holy relic.’

Esther’s eyes were narrowed, then slowly the prayer was recited again.

‘I will never leave you alone…!’

Everyone will bow their heads when they realize how great the Demon Lord is.

“…debitia asi muriya na…”

(* “…repel evil things, and bring the poor us out of evil…”)

Reluctantly, I pretended to read slowly because I didn’t know when the maids would come.

Ugh, you really narrow-minded and dirty Gods. What kind of sacred prayer is this?

Gods are such a pathetic bunch. If I don’t memorize these forced prayers, I won’t become a believer.

Gradually, the maids did not appear even though I was joking and reciting the prayers, and only as the sun went down, a maid appeared with a dry face.

“Ah, I’m a little late because I have something to do.”

‘A littleee? A littleeeee?!’

I think I’m going to die of hunger, but that mere creature!

“Here is the food. Pray enough to God and eat.”

I narrowed my eyes at her words.

‘Pray again?!’

I won’t do it!

I can’t!

I said, I won’t do it!

‘Because these things only said ‘do it’, ‘do it’…’

The moment I thought so, a dry, stone-hard loaf of bread rolled over the dusty marble floor.

I looked at the bread that rolled in front of me, hit me and stopped, then I raised my head.

“…Hey!”

As I gathered all my small and precious mana and focused on my tongue, the tongue that felt stiff moved. 

“…What, just now you say…?”

“This stupid place!”

By substituting the ancient and imperial languages ​​on the paper, I combined the words to use the awkward imperial language.

“Are you talking to me now?”

“Do yew know who I am!”

It was the first time I used words after gaining the body, and the short pronunciation came out as I was young.

When I even pointed at her, the maid’s face was stained with annoyance.

“What are you saying. You are the Princess of the Duke. Well, to be precise, the abandoned illegitimate Princess.”

“…”

Whoa.

Was I that great?

If it’s a princess, isn’t it a pretty great status among human bloodlines?

“Of course, you are an ‘abandoned’ princess who had nothing compared to others.”

Ah, it seems that the rank is much lower than I thought. Looks like it’s not the same princess as the others.

Oh my, I was excited for nothing.

“Why? Are you going to do something with your rank now?” The maid walked over and pushed  my head with her hand. As if it wasn’t enough, she started to touch my cheeks to the point where I could hear a slap on the cheek.

It didn’t hurt at all, but I felt worse than anything else.

“Do it. Who would believe such a cursed dirty princess? You couldn’t even talk until yesterday.”

I clenched my fists as she tapped me on the head.

‘The great Demon King can’t be defeated here.’

I put strength on my eyes… No, my tongue.

“Hey, do ywou like dogs?”

“What did you say?”

“I like it. A dog that listens well.”

“What weird things are you talking about?”

It’s only natural that when one speaks another race’s language for the first time, it sounds like a mess.

“Tebam aham arban bid? Atsunanya.”

(* “Do you understand me? Stupid.”)

The maid’s face heated up at my demonic language.

“You, you!” She pointed at me.

“Are you making fun of me?! No! You are cursing me, right!? You are cursing me!”

As I turned my gaze, my eyes that were  reflected in the mirror were dyed from the sparkling gold to bright red rubies.

“I want a dog. You, be my dog.”

“What are you say…! Gasp…You…! eyes…! Report this monster to the Duke immediately…!”

I smiled broadly.

I drew mana from the outside. Although it was a very small amount of magic, it was enough to use a small amount of magic to tame this disgrace.

It may not be possible to force a difficult movement, but a simple one was enough.

“Nitamba!”

(* “Sit down!”)

As soon as I finished speaking, the maid squatted down.

Seeing the shocked look on her face, I brought a chair, climbed up and sat on it, then I smiled softly.

Oh, this sight is nice.

“Tistati.”

(* “Stand up.”)

Welcome to the hell of sitting and getting up.

I had the maid sit down and get up from her seat five hundred times. So, it’s about a thousand times of sitting down and a thousand times of getting up.

It’s a total of two thousand times.

In fact, I was going to make it a little more, but my mana was on the verge of being almost depleted.

Originally, I could have done this to thousands of people hundreds of millions of times.

“Huft… Ple-Please, save me… Ugh, please help me… Please save me. I’ll do anything you tell me, don’t kill me. Please, I was wrong. I did wrong, I was wrong, aargh!!”

When I tapped and touched her hot red thighs, the maid jumped as if a stabbing pain was rising.

The maid was crying as if she was in pain and sad. Not only that, but her pronunciation was even engraved. Perhaps it was because she forced her movements without resting quickly, she seemed to have a lot of trouble.

She was already out of focus as if she was insane.

It was fortunate that the maid came alone. In fact, I wasn’t confident enough to cast a spell on three people at once.

“Tanda.”

(* “Stop.”)

At my command, the maid stopped in her standing position. Her face, full of tears and runny noses in her sparse hair, was a very messed up look.

“Uhm, so, my name is Esther and I’m the Duke’s second child. How many more swecret savings do I have?” I asked, spreading my fingers.

“Yes, uh… Yes… Huh…”

I didn’t say anything, but the maid begged me for what she had done wrong.

As I listened, there were quite a few things that I thought had gone too far.

She told me that she never came because she forgot I was there. She cried and begged that she was sorry, reciting all the crimes I didn’t know.

I slowly traced back the slowly rising memories, groping for unfamiliar emotions. It was as if I was assimilated with the being who was the owner of this body, the ‘I’, who still had no name.

I was born to a father and an unknown woman, the second child of Duke Egbert of the Destroca Empire, the most powerful country in the human world.

Well, I was treated as an illegitimate child, probably as it wasn’t an official marriage because he committed it while running away in his prime days.

This family had a very, very deep preference for boys in pure-bloodism. Besides, it seemed that it was a family that inherited the bloodline of a God that I hated very much.

It seems that he has been the head of the temple heretical inquisitor from generation to generation. It is possible that the blood of demons was mixed in the mother, who was a woman whose name was unknown.

And it was as if I had inherited the blood of that demon in a very thick way.

‘I can’t let the fact that the blood of demons is mixed in this body be found.’

If I get caught by a heretic inquisitor for nothing, I’ll be in trouble.

In the first place, the child of the demons develops slowly if their parents, the demons, don’t constantly supply them with mana.

Because of that, it seems that the original me wasn’t able to speak properly until now.

Of course, as a half, I wasn’t treated properly.

‘It just makes sense.’

The development of the body was slow, but the mind was also developing.

Such a child would have regarded his situation as unreasonable.

So I made a wish to God.

The god of the demons was the ‘Demon God’.

It was clear that my wish to go to the demon had come to me.

As the demons almost disappeared or probably even disappeared, so it must have come to me, the last Demon King, who had the next most powerful power.

I understood the situation roughly.

‘It’s crazy, really.’

First, the goal is set.

I will become a happy being, take revenge, regain all power and honor, and become the Demon King who lives a fun and enjoyable life.

Of course, revenge will require the use of a well-trained dog that has just been tamed.

“Ah, one last time, a question.”

“Yes, yes.”

“Will my dog ​​do it?”

I asked from time to time, but she was the maid who shook her head steadfastly over and over again. I didn’t deliberately ask after a hundred times from sitting down and getting up.

The maid, belatedly realizing that it was her only chance to stop, begged me to let her do it, but I didn’t even pretend to listen.

I finally spoke again of something she must have wanted.

“… I-I’ll do it. Please let me do it. I’ll do it.”

Finally she gave in.