𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝟑

The dark elf girl named Salieri is not particularly dull.

However, because she always looks sleepy, she was often misunderstood from a young age.

She was told countless times by her parents and teachers to sit up straight, to listen properly, and not to space out.

It was truly a scolding for something she didn’t feel guilty about.

In both academics and martial arts, she was never inferior compared to her peers. Of course, she wasn’t a once-in-a-decade genius or anything like that.

Yet, for some reason, she was seen as unserious.

As a child, she was very unhappy about this, and even resented her parents for giving her such a face, but at some point, Salieri changed her mind.

This is a weapon, she thought.

People around her let their guard down because of this face.

They misunderstand her as incompetent, as not serious.

There’s nothing more advantageous than this.

Taking advantage of her characteristics, she joined a special unit, known as the “Fire Fighters,” after graduating from the military academy.

She had some connections because her cousin was the commander, and she was able to pass easily, but Salieri quickly made a name for herself there.

It’s a bit different from giving a sense of security to others, but the ability to make others let their guard down is a very useful trait.

The nickname “Sleepy Eyes,” whispered by outlaws and radical anti-establishment factions, is not a derogatory term, but a term of awe.

With a sleepy face, with her nonchalant behavior, pretending to be clueless, she steadily corners her opponents and finishes them off.

The youngest member of the “Fire Fighters,” just eighteen (actually seventeen) years old, was already becoming a legend.

“No, yeah. I knew that, and I’ve received reports many times that she’s capable.”

Reading the report delivered by the early morning courier, Demon King Ingral let out a big sigh.

Next to him, Milene is holding her head.

After all, she was the one who approved Salieri’s overseas activities.

She successfully captured Güney, who had just started his nefarious scheme of stealing treasures from the royal palace.

・・・

『”𝓐𝔀𝓮𝓫𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼.𝓬𝓸𝓶” – 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼i𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮, 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓰𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 “𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼” 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸 “𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼”.』

・・・

This report is good news.

I’d like to give her a reward.

However, she had a meeting with the Lord of Piran, who had parted ways with us five hundred years ago, or the one who contributed to the capture was a human adventurer, or we should invite them to the royal palace and express our gratitude.

I want to ask, why has it become such a big deal?

I really want to question her.

“It’s rare to have a report that I can’t imagine the situation from the text…”

“And what she writes is calm and unadorned, it feels like she’s just listing the facts. What’s with that girl?”

“Don’t ask me. She’s your cousin.”

“Actually, she’s the child of His Majesty and me. I secretly gave birth and raised her.”

“Really?!”

“Just kidding. So, how should we respond?”

The secretary who casually brushes off her bombshell statement.

While thinking that Salieri’s love for surprises must definitely be from your bloodline, Demon King fell into silent contemplation for a while.

Those who have made achievements must be praised.

Rewarding good and punishing evil is the foundation of a country.

In that case, the human adventurer and the Lord of Piran. We should invite these people to the royal castle, hold a banquet in their honor, and perhaps give them some kind of reward.

However, the former is a human from the enemy Lintrite Kingdom.

As for the latter, Piran, regardless of the name, is essentially an independent city-state. That means inviting its head of state.

It’s not something that can be done lightly.

“What should we do…”

I mutter under my breath.

“For the adventurer, we have no choice but to invite him as an individual. Regardless of the country.”

“That’s the only way. I guess.”

I nod to Milene, who threw me a lifeline.

Express gratitude to an individual as an individual. It’s a bit of a stretch, but this should make things look proper.

The problem is with Lord Piran.

Depending on what kind of relationship he wants to build with the Masrur Kingdom in the future, the response we should take will be completely different.

In that case, we need to confirm Lord Piran’s intentions and work out the details.

Who will do it? That’s the question.

Currently, there’s only one person from the kingdom in his territory. That’s Salieri.

Entrusting the negotiation to her?

It’s like dancing a tap dance on a board placed over a pitfall.

Impossible, impossible, impossible.

She will definitely, without a doubt, resolve it in a strange direction.

Unproductive thoughts swirl in the Demon King’s head.

“I will go, Your Majesty.”

“Oh, my dear friend!”

Once again, Milene came to my rescue.

She is reliable in terms of ability, and she has a long relationship with Ingral, so she is more than sufficient as a representative.

Since she is a secretary, her manners are light, so it would cause less trouble than clumsily sending a minister.

It can be said that it is an exquisite personnel decision.

“I am not a friend, but a lover, Ingral.”

Milene smiles with a grin.

While saying something scary.

“You can’t go as a lover, right? You’re going as a secretary, right?”

“I understand. Demon King, you are a worrier.”

“Don’t think about making the situation interesting, okay?”

“What do you think I am?”

Ingral barely swallows the word “troublemaker.”

Because it would be troublesome if she thought she had to live up to expectations.

“Of course, you’re the subordinate I trust the most. I’m counting on you, Milene.”

“Rest assured and leave it to me.”

The Demon King felt a subtle unease towards the secretary who showed a graceful bow.

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝟑

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