Demon King's Mentor

The next day, when Sedef was helping Eric to measure the size of the dress, he asked him, "Is Mr. Eric married?"

"No." Eric said.

Sedef pinched his shoulders to make him relax, and then asked: "Don't you have a girl you like?" He looked at the man in tights and trousers in the mirror from behind him, "Where do you see Mr. Their looks are impeccable, and they are the prince's mentor, so you must have as many women as you want, right?"

"What are you trying to say?" Eric frowned.

"I don't know if Mr. Erik is interested in men?" Sedef said frivolously, "Maybe it's just because I live the life of an ascetic monk every day and haven't had a chance to try it?"

"I'm not interested in you." The man said, "Please go out after you finish measuring."

"It's not me," Sedef put away the measuring stick, "What if I say His Royal Highness Estero asked me to ask you?"

Eric froze for a moment, and threatened in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"I can swear to you by my appearance," Sedev looked at him with a smile, "the little prince in your heart is not the pure angel you imagined, but a little devil who will covet your crotch!"

"You think I'll believe your words?" Eric looked at him coldly.

"You don't believe that you can ask your little prince directly." Sedef looked at him, "Mr. Eric, everyone and I are very curious about your purpose of approaching Prince Eastero..." His narrow eyes He narrowed his eyes, "Maybe everyone thought too complicated, until I met His Royal Highness Estero with my own eyes," he said with a smile, "He has no contact with anyone, and lives like a monk every day. Isolate from the world, I wonder if you did it on purpose, is your purpose the same as mine? Just like I love dressing up those little girls, you also like to shape him into what you like?  … The danger knows nothing, and then eats him in one bite? Maybe someone did it before you."

Eric couldn't help but grabbed his clothes and glared at him angrily, "How dare you say one more thing!"

Sedef looked at the other person's angry expression, a little afraid that he would be rough on him, but he was curious about the man's reaction: "Have you never thought about it? Your Highness has golden hair, eyes like the deep sea, and Slender waist, slender legs, elven ancestry... You should have imagined him writhing naked under your body like I did, and he spoke intermittently in elven language by your ears..."

The expression on Eric's face became complicated, he pushed away the frivolous tailor, turned around and left.

Do you like to shape him to your liking?

This sentence has been entrenched in Eric's mind, making him upset, and the sense of guilt wrapped in righteous words surfaced.

Timon, Gilens, Lamir... the bodies of the three friends, even their faces became blurred, and the grown-up Estero he saw on the battlefield that day would no longer make him feel Instead of hatred, it gradually began to merge with the current face of Eastero, becoming innocent.

From an objective point of view, he is indeed deliberately shaping Eastero into what he likes, and he is shamefully taking advantage of the trust of young children in him.Want to change an innocent child because his friend died in battle?This kind of thinking has popped up like never before, making everything before it hypocritical.