“I still have to finish approving those matters so I can focus on keeping the baby healthy. Demon King, you wouldn’t want our Magitech Nation to come to a standstill, right?”
Sefalin tried to take back the memorials the maids had just delivered from Dainifen’s hands, but the Demon King forcibly snatched them away and placed them on top of the wardrobe.
(Cold knowledge: sefalin can’t reach the top of the wardrobe now—jumping doesn’t work, and standing on a chair doesn’t work either.)
“When there’s no one around, call me Weier~”
“Stop playing with my hair and answer my question properly.”
Sefalin still preferred the former Demon King—cold, serious, and proper.
That was very nice.
Not like the current one, who was like a female rogue, always touching her whenever there was a chance.
Although… Sefalin didn’t really dislike it either.
Weier’s movements were very gentle.
When they brushed across Saifalin’s skin, it felt like flowing water passing over it—cool and comfortable, even a little addictive.
To say that Sefalin had no feelings for Weier was impossible.
In the military camp, everyone spent most of their time living under the same roof, with very little privacy.
Only bathing was done separately—and by coincidence, Weier happened to sleep right next to Sefalin.
Unfortunately, even a fool could tell that Weier didn’t have any special feelings for Sefalin.
Sefalin was smart and saw it too, so she主动 kept an appropriate distance from Dainifen·Weier, not interfering with each other.
Being able to serve as her subject and help govern this kingdom already satisfied Saifalin greatly.
Every time they slept, Weier would deliberately turn away and not face Sefalin.
This made Sefalin even more certain that the leader of the uprising, the current Demon King, had no feelings for her.
Bringing her thoughts back to the present, Sefalin suddenly understood something.
In the past, she often heard the Demon King muttering things in her sleep.
Could it be that she had already become like this in the Demon King’s mind long ago?
Probably not, right?
Such a serious person…
Softness and warmth came from Saifalin’s fingertips.
“Hey! Don’t put my fingers into your mouth!”
“Su… sup… ply core… okay…”
Dainifen·Weier was speaking unclearly, clearly not serious at all—completely a late-stage sexually repressed patient.
Sefalin used a small trick, employing the nimble fingers she had trained from writing memorials, and made the Demon King open her mouth.
“So dirty…”
Sefalin withdrew her fingers, which were still stained with a bit of crystal-clear…
“If you get sick, I won’t take responsibility.”
Do demons go into heat?
Sefalin glanced at the Demon King—seems like they do…
After agreeing to the Demon King’s proposal, the Demon King had been in this state the whole time.
It felt like she should do something to restore her rationality.
There were still a huge stack of memorials waiting to be stamped.
The work that originally belonged to Sefalin was now all being handled personally by the Demon King.
Since she had already agreed to the Demon King’s proposal, and there was no way to go back, there was nothing else to do.
Do a job and love the job—she should properly fulfill her duties as a wife…
“You lie here properly. I’ll go close the door.”
Sefalin tiptoed to the door and said to the guards outside, “You can go rest now. You don’t need to stand guard here tonight.”
“Yes!”
After closing the door, Sefalin returned to the bed.
“It’s… it’s time. Shall we go to sleep?”
Sefalin asked cautiously.
Although she had already made up her mind, she didn’t know whether Weier had the same intention.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it look like she was the one who couldn’t control her desires?
Sefalin was sacrificing herself for the greater good!
“Mm.”
Dainifen·Weier actually turned off the light.
Then she lay down like that, with her back to Sefalin.
Sefalin suffered greatly and lay down with her head full of black lines.
Was the first night really going to be spent just lying there?
Were all those actions just the Demon King teasing her?
Was she that scheming kind of person?
“Hey, Demon King…”
“Call me Weier.”
“Lady Weier…”
Dainifen·Weier didn’t respond.
“Weier! Are we really not going to do some things that… only husband and wife… do?!”
Sefalin’s face reddened all the way to her neck.
Unfortunately, with the lights off, the Demon King couldn’t see her expression.
Hearing Sefalin finally say it haltingly, the Demon King smiled knowingly.
“Sure.”
Weier truly lived up to being the Demon King—her speed was astonishing.
Before Sefalin could react, she was already pressed down on Saifalin’s body.
The Demon King truly lived up to her title—full of energy.
She got up early in the morning to handle state affairs.
After all, Sefalin had made her swear last night that if she didn’t handle government affairs, then they wouldn’t do it.
Since it was the wedding night, it was only right to enjoy it to the fullest!
That was only natural, and the Demon King naturally agreed.
Looking at the table piled high with books and memorials, Dainifen’s head started to ache.
She was a military officer—she couldn’t understand these things at all.
After all, it had only been a year since she had truly started learning to read.
The crooked characters written on the pages were extremely hard to recognize.
What was even more frightening was that this was only her portion; the part that truly belonged to Sefalin had not yet been delivered from Sefalin’s office.
Knock knock knock—rapid knocking at the door.
“Demon King! Demon King!”
Someone had actually come straight to the bedchamber.
You had to know, in the past this would have been a capital crime.
The Demon King glanced at Sefalin, who was still sleeping, gently pulled the blanket over her, casually threw on a cloak, and opened the door.
“What is it that has you so flustered?”
Upon opening the door, she saw a middle-aged man who looked familiar.
Dainifen remembered—wasn’t this the person who used to follow Sefalin around every day as an apprentice?
Why had he suddenly come here?
“Demon King, Lord Saite must not leave!”
“Get up first.”
The man knelt without a word, making Dainifen uneasy.
She clearly remembered that, following Sefalin’s advice, she had already abolished kneeling rituals.
“You… Asde, right? I remember you.”
During the days of the uprising army, this person was in charge of miscellaneous tasks and often helped Saifalin organize documents.
Sefalin spoke highly of him, so even though his abilities were not outstanding, he still managed to obtain a minor official position.
“Saite has already changed her name. Remember to say it correctly.”
“Sefalin’s body has developed problems. She can no longer work at high intensity. It’s time to test you all.”
“Of Sefalin’s former workload, twenty percent will be managed by you, and eighty percent will be handled personally by me. Don’t come to disturb us again. Sefalin is tired and is resting inside.”
“Understood. I take my leave.”
Asde hurried away.
The Demon King estimated that things below were probably already in chaos, so she would have to work at even higher intensity.
If it were Sefalin, what would she do?
“You’re awake?”
Turning around, she saw that Sefalin was already sitting in the seat Dainifen had been using, working.
“I heard everything. Once these are handled, I’ll rest again.”
Weier wrapped both arms around Sefalin, burying her head in the crook of her neck.
Sefalin’s small body was held in Weier’s embrace.
“I’ll help massage your shoulders~”
Fortunately, the Demon King had learned some massage techniques from her father before, and now they finally came in handy.
“Mmm~ lighter~”
Sefalin was already having trouble focusing on her work.