How should I survive in a different world as a reincarnated villain?

What does the devil look like?

I recalled the description of the devil king in the next book. Without exception, they are very fierce and brutal dictators. It is said that wherever the devil king appears, the sky will be dark and the earth will be dark, and the land he stepped on will not grow any grass, etc.

No matter what it is, it shouldn't be like Mr.

So she should be talking to someone else, right?

But in the next second, I heard the voice belonging to Mr.

"I have my own plans."

"But it's been almost 20 years!"

The female demon bit her lower lip fiercely, her face full of unwillingness.

"It has been 20 years since you left the Dark Continent! We have been waiting for so many years for your call!"

But nothing came.

I made up the second half of the sentence for her in my heart.

I don't know why, but at this time, I can calm down, probably because the matter is a foregone conclusion, and I can't believe it.

"I said, I have my own plan."

Mr.'s voice is still faint, but the familiarity with him still makes me hear the unswerving.

"Now, tell me why you are here."

The female demon clan should have heard it too, otherwise I wouldn't have shown such a scared expression, even if it was fleeting, I would still be able to see it.

"I remember I said that no one can step outside the border without my order."

The female demon's eyes trembled slightly, and she unconsciously clenched the spear in her hand.

"That, that's because I haven't heard from you, Lord Demon King, for a long time. I was too worried, so I..."

Under the increasing pressure, the voice of the female demon clan gradually softened.

"Why, do you think I've been killed by the brave man?"

I suddenly wanted to see Mr.'s expression, but if I went around to the front, I should be spotted, right?

But even if it is behind the scenes, it should be exposed. Why hasn't Mr. Wang noticed us until now?

I glanced at Fenrir, who gave me the look of an old god.

If it was Fenrir, it should still be possible, right?

"No no no no! Why would I think that!"

The female demons suddenly became flustered, waving their hands frantically for fear of being misunderstood.

"Master Demon King is so powerful, how could he be killed by a brave man who is as weak as a chicken!"

"In that case, why are you worried about me?"

I could clearly see that the faces of the female demons were gradually turning red, and the top of my head was almost smoking.

"Worry... Do you need a reason too?"

Hearing the shy voice of the female demon, the alarm bell in my heart was instantly rang.

I checked the eyes, this is also the person who likes Mr.

Wait, if Mr. is the devil king, wouldn't there be many suitors in the devil clan?

Thinking of this, I showed a dull expression as if struck by lightning, which was even more unacceptable than when I knew that my husband was the devil.

If, if that's the case, wouldn't my chances of succeeding in the position become even slimmer!

"...Rather than worrying about me, I hope you can focus on your business. You sneaked out this time, you should have left the work to William, right?"

The female demon's body froze, obviously what Mr. said was right.

"That, that's his voluntary help, it's none of my business!"

I suddenly felt less worried that Mister would be snatched away.

You don't even know the irresponsible people that my husband hates the most. Miss, have you really got to know the person you like seriously?

But... what I understand is the real sir?

I'm suddenly not sure.

The gentleman sighed, "Olivia, it's time for you to grow up too."

If it weren't for knowing that my husband has the hidden attribute of a workaholic, I would not have madly taken work on myself before, intending to do all the work myself, just to get a word or two of praise from my husband.

I used to find it strange that my husband would give me affirmation and encouragement when I was learning to be a good head of the family, and patiently taught me what to do.

But when I tried to become stronger and increase my own strength, it seemed very perfunctory. At most, I arranged a few gymnastics courses to strengthen my body. As for magic, because my talent was not very good, he didn't teach me much, and he didn't Let me hire other teachers, the main reason is that the courses are too full and there is no time, so the only way for me to understand magic is to find time to go to the study to read books.

But the problem is that my magic talent is not high, and the magic books at home were disposed of by my father a long time ago. I was afraid that I would be hurt by the scene, so that before I entered school, my knowledge of magic was very one-sided and old Well, I don't know any of the magics that were improved later, and most of the ones I remember are special magics with no attack power.

Generally speaking, I am better than those civilians who are new to magic, which caused me to be a "shame of nobility" in the first period of time. I got the first full score since the establishment of the school, and I might be ridiculed for my shameful practice class results.

But I still can't figure it out, if the husband is the devil king, then my guess that my parents are kind to him may not be tenable. If not, why would he become my tutor?

Now that I think about it, everything my husband does seems to have ulterior motives. For not letting me learn magic, it should be to keep me away from the coming war... right?

Ahh, I can't go on.

Too many doubts bother me. Even if I try hard to convince myself, the uneasiness and hesitation in my heart still cannot disappear. Once I start to doubt, all the doubts that I have deliberately ignored in the past will pop up, but I am still confused. I want to believe that my husband is doing it for my own good, although I also know that if it is not for other purposes, it is impossible for my husband to stay by the side of an inconspicuous noble lady.

What I want to know most now is whether my husband really treats me sincerely. For ten years, from the time I lost my parents to the ten years between entering the college, my husband has been by my side and will be with me. Comfort me when I am sad, encourage me when I encounter setbacks, are those all fake?

As long as I think that my husband is just playing around with me, I feel my heart twitch.

I'm not greedy, I'm really not greedy, as long as a little bit of emotion is true, I'm satisfied.

But I didn't dare to ask, I didn't dare to ask before, but now I know that Mr. is the devil king, I don't even dare.

For a moment, I even wanted to run away.

Because I found that Mr. seems to care about this female demon named Olivia very much.

"Don't be petty, go back quickly, Olivia."

It is obviously a condemnation, but it is inexplicably pampered to say it in such a helpless tone.

Olivia's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she yelled, Lord Demon King, and my heart suddenly turned cold.

I suddenly didn't want to stay here anymore, and I didn't want to care about the guards who didn't move for so long for some reason, so I directly asked Fenrir to send me back.

Seeing that I was in a bad mood, Fenrir didn't say anything sarcastic, stood up silently and motioned for me to climb on its back, then left the palace and returned to the hotel.

I don't know how long it took, but my husband came back, and he brought lunch for me and Fenrir, and the first thing he said was to ask me how my morning run was.

I feebly replied that I was exhausted. Although my spirit was a bit weak, it was okay to attribute it to being too tired.

I don't know if my husband has doubts, but since he didn't bring it up, I don't know.

During the meal I was waiting for my husband to say something to me, but unfortunately I didn't get anything.

Mr. has always pursued "eating without talking, sleeping without talking". Every time I want to say something to him at the dinner table, he will block me with this sentence. Unless there is something very important, he will frown and I will I dare not say anything.

Knowing that my husband is like this, when I saw that he really didn't intend to tell me what he did when he left, I still couldn't help feeling disappointed.

"You seem to have something to tell me."

I froze as I was putting potato cubes into my mouth.

"No, you read it wrong."

I calmly sorted out my emotions, continued to chew and swallow a few times with the movements of my hands, then raised my head and smiled slightly at my husband.

"I was just thinking what to do in the afternoon."

The husband looked at me for a while, as if to confirm whether I was lying or not.

After a while, he finally looked away.

"As you please."

Do you want me to be happy, or it doesn't matter what?

I also know it's wrong, but I can't help but over-interpret this sentence.

The sudden sadness in my heart made my eyes moist, I quickly lowered my head to cover my eyes with my bangs, and then blinked a few times quickly to make those tears disappear quickly.

"Well, then I have to think about it."

"Didn't you always want to go to that lake island?"

Fenrir, who had been burying his head in eating meat from the beginning to the end, suddenly spoke.

"If you want to go, hurry up, anyway, you won't be staying in Velesla for long."

I froze for a moment, "I didn't think—" Go.

"Then go."

I suddenly looked at the person who interrupted me, "Sir?!"

After finishing his last mouthful of lunch, the gentleman wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, "I've always heard you talk about the island in the middle of the lake, but I've never been there once. Since I have the chance, let's go once."

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't get the words out.

Sure enough, as long as it is my husband's request, I can't refuse it.

I smiled wryly in my heart, but on my face I was flattered, "I didn't expect you to remember, sir."

"I have to listen to your nagging every time I come back from the tea party. It's hard not to remember."

"I didn't nag!"

I deliberately made an angry expression, but my heart seemed to be cut by the tip of a knife, and blood trickled out.

I mentioned that there is nothing wrong with Huxin Island, but I never said that I want to go.

And the reason why I bring up Huxin Island so frequently is because those noble ladies always talk about it, and it makes my ears callous, so I want to complain to my husband.

But even at this time, I have no way to blame my husband, I can only quietly cast a sad look at Fenrir.

Fenrir couldn't understand why it pissed me off.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Wouldn't it be good for me to help you say what you dare not say?"

I snorted unhappily, and while my husband was reading a book by the window sill, I pulled Fenrir on the side of the sofa and deliberately lowered my voice: "It's obvious that you talk too much, so I didn't want to go to the island in the middle of the lake."

"Really?" Fenrir raised his eyebrows slightly, "Since you don't want to go, then you pulled my hair so hard before... Or are you just afraid of seeing someone go with others?"

I froze, and in embarrassment, I missed Fenrir's mocking gaze.

The author has something to say:

As a dramatist, the heroine especially likes to think wildly, and she is also prone to low self-esteem, because she sees herself very clearly, knowing that she is not capable of standing side by side with the person she likes in her whole life, so she starts to shrink back up.

A little more spoiler, the relationship between the heroine and the devil is full of dog blood (routines), whether it will be love and killing or sweetness, the author has not yet decided yet (.

Prompt, why does the devil hide his identity to be the tutor of the heroine (hero)?

(The more I read this chapter, the more dissatisfied I am, I want to fix it but I don’t know how to fix it...