I unleashed the most vile, crude, and dishonorable curse I could muster.
“You demon bastard! You're already a demon, and yet you're even more like a demon!”
“…You didn’t get poisoned, did you?”
“Do you think poison is the issue? Even if the food you give is my favorite in the world, I won’t eat it—”
I didn’t even finish my sentence.
In the blink of an eye, my body was seated back in the chair.
I tried to stand up imdiately, but I couldn’t move. Sothing invisible was binding to the chair.
“This…!”
“You must be hungry. Let’s eat.”
Prima, leaving a faint smile behind, disappeared.
He appeared instantly in the seat across from .
I glared at him, but it seed like he was unaffected by my gaze at all.
“What’s your favorite appetizer?”
This is how he’s going to play it, huh?
Well then, I guess I’ll have to approach this a little differently.
I sneered slightly at him.
“Actually, I was hungry earlier, but now my appetite’s completely gone.”
“Then let’s start with potato soup. You’ve been asleep for two days, so you should have sothing light to soothe your stomach.”
“Potato soup? You can eat it yourself—”
That’s when I almost bit my tongue.
Prima had appeared beside with the potato soup in hand.
He ladled so into a bowl in front of . The empty bowl quickly filled with hot soup.
The bright yellow soup stead deliciously.
I almost swallowed my saliva, but managed to hold it in.
Instead, I sighed and looked up at Prima.
“It’s kind of unsettling. I’d rather you just walk around instead.”
You keep popping up without warning, and it keeps startling .
If I were drinking anything, I would’ve choked at least ten tis by now.
“Okay.”
With a brief answer, Prima turned around.
The servants took the pot of soup from Prima.
He walked calmly back to his seat.
‘…What the hell?’
What kind of demon listens so well to human speech?
What a strange demon.
For a number one demon in the Demon Realm, this is so pathetic.
I shook my head a couple of tis in disbelief.
Prima, now seated at the table, spoke.
“Hurry up and eat before it gets cold.”
His tone was surprisingly polite for a demon.
I sneered back at him.
“Then I’ll just wait until it gets cold.”
“If it gets cold, I’ll heat it up again.”
“You persistent bastard.”
“If you eat, you can go back to the human world. So why not just eat?”
“I don’t want to eat food from the Demon Realm. It’s disgusting.”
Would you eat it if you were ?
I’d rather pick up a sword and fight. Being forced to eat Demon Realm food like this felt like torture.
“Just in case, I had it made in the human world.”
What?
You had it made in the human world?
Why on earth?
Is there poison in it?
I looked back and forth between the potato soup and Prima’s face.
What a botherso, ticulous bastard.
“But it’s still made by demons, right?”
“No. I hired humans from the human world to make it.”
“...”
I was left speechless.
Prima smiled faintly.
“Crescent, you’ve been living in the human world all this ti. Of course, humans should cook it if it’s to suit your tastes.”
I had lost all desire to argue further.
Why was he so determined to feed this?
“It’s just food, Crescent. If I wanted to poison you, you’d already be dead the mont we t.”
“Demons really have their own way of doing things.”
“It’s already cold.”
Prima clicked his tongue in disappointnt and ca back to with a fresh bowl of potato soup. The soup, with chunks of potato, was steaming.
I reluctantly took the spoon in my hand.
Fine. If I eat this, I can go back to the human world, right?
“…I’ll eat, but I won’t enjoy it.”
“Okay.”
Prima smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
I just want to eat quickly and get back to the human world.
He doesn’t seem like he plans to kill today.
If I’m not going to die, then it’s to my advantage to go back to the human world as soon as possible.
I scooped so soup into my spoon and brought it to my mouth.
It was warm.
The savory, slightly salty flavor filled my mouth.
As I swallowed, warmth seed to spread down my throat.
‘...You bastard.’
It tastes good, which makes even angrier.
I stirred the soup with my spoon.
Eating food given by a demon.
I’d already eaten Demon Realm food once when Duke Winterly was playing his strange ga.
But eating food like this, without any reason, as if it’s a kindness, felt different.
It bruised my pride.
“How’s the taste?”
“If you’re curious, you eat it.”
He just watched without eating.
Whatever. I scooped another spoonful of soup and ate it.
I didn’t realize it before eating, but now I could feel the hunger creeping back.
“Interesting.”
“What?”
“It’s strange sitting across from you at the table.”
“Yeah. It’s strange for too. Here I am, eating soup with a demon.”
“Eat a lot.”
Prima gave a kind look.
Ugh, I feel like I’m going to throw up.
I picked up the spoon again, but all desire to eat had disappeared.
After a brief internal struggle, I spoke in a low voice.
“Duke of Dinsions. What’s your real form? I wish you’d just reveal your true self already.”
Being with soone who looks just like teor is tornting.
Especially now that teor knows my identity. I caused him pain and betrayal, which hurts too.
Seeing soone with teor’s face just brings those painful thoughts back.
If only Prima had a different appearance, I think I could stomach it better…
“You’re seeing my true form right now.”
“...”
“It’s disappointing, but this is my true form.”
It was ridiculously disappointing.
This demon was definitely lying.
I felt like Prima had no intention of showing his true form, so pressing any further would be useless.
I continued stirring my soup, taking another spoonful.
It’s annoyingly delicious.
But why is that demon just watching eat without even touching the food himself?
If that’s the case, he should just let eat alone.
“Crescent.”
He called again.
I didn’t even look at him and just took another spoonful of soup.
“Since this is how it’s turned out, why not live as a demon? Being the Demon King’s princess and receiving all the praise from the Demon Realm doesn’t sound too bad.”
“...”
Gulp.
I struggled to swallow the food in my mouth.
I felt a sharp curse coming out, but I wiped my lips.
I gave him a mocking smile.
“Do you really think my father would accept as a princess?”
“There’s a way. If your father absorbs Baal and becos the complete Demon King, you’ll be his beloved princess. You’ll be revered as the one and only princess of the Demon Realm.”
Am I really listening to this kind of nonsense?
Is he seriously saying this?
Surprisingly, the Duke of Dinsions’ expression was earnest.
I briefly imagined myself as the princess of the Demon Realm.
I tried to, but I couldn’t picture it.
It was an absurd thought I’d never even entertained.
“I’d rather die than live as a demon. I want to live as a human, human-like.”
You’re asking to truly beco a demon?
That goes against everything about my identity, my values, and basically everything I am.
It would be the most corrupt thing I could do.
If that ti ca, I wouldn’t even be anymore.
“I think my father would feel the sa. If he had to live as a demon, he’d rather die.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What?”
“If your father could live with you, he’d choose the path of becoming a demon. If he could be with his precious daughter, would it matter if he becos a demon?”
“...”
“If that was the only option left, that is.”
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