The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Between the white hairs, the magic horns are as rugged as rocks, with jewel-like fragments shining in them, making the pair of horns look noble and majestic; the bat wings are half-open, the blood veins are outlined by silver lines, and the sharp-edged jet-black wings are drawn like the longitude and latitude. Wings; and the pair of eyes that are above everything, gold and red complement each other to present the color of the sunset, and the pupils are erected in a line.

——The Demon Lord is standing in front of the mirror.

Horns, OK.

Batwing, OK.

The expression... not so much.

Ansair corrected his expression in the mirror, tried to be more arrogant and more ferocious, and finally, this expression reached a delicate balance.The white-haired demon king stood in front of the mirror with an aloof and undisciplined look. Because he didn't need to travel during the day, the short cloak with dark red lining in his regular clothes only reached his waist. He flicked the cloak and long hair, and the thin black gold chain hanging from his wrist was full of luxury.

Looking at this picture alone, it is really a textbook-like king grooming, but Ansair added a step at the end.

He grabbed the horns of his head and turned it five degrees to the left.

OK, it's time to wear it.

After finishing all this, Ansair pushed open the door of the private bedroom, and what he saw was a dull fish eye. When he saw him appear, the fish eye suddenly glowed strangely.

"Good day, Your Majesty."

Xianyu faced him sideways, wearing a neat tuxedo with the representative iris pattern of Suberbian City on the tuxedo.The standing posture of this salted fish was upright and standard, just like the most standard sideways portrait of nobles, Ansair could only see the mouth of the fish constantly opening and closing.

"The head of the Demon King's Palace, Vasago, greets you and hopes that you slept well last night."

This scene of some sand sculptures did not change Ansair's expression. He nodded lightly and walked in front of Vasago.Vasago immediately followed, half a step behind and walked sideways at high speed, keeping a posture where he could see Ansair with one eye, and reported to him about today's palace affairs.

"Here's the morning news from Suberbian City—"

"The living room has been rearranged, the air humidity has been increased, and the magic mirror has been arranged in advance to lower the temperature of the central air conditioner to prevent the visitors of the hell slime family from melting."

"For refreshments, the kitchen has prepared lava lizard egg tarts, poisonous mist pudding, and unlimited refills of iris tea, seasoned with antidote."

Just like any other day, in the director's narration, His Majesty the Demon King who woke up began to understand the news in the palace and the city, and from time to time responded with monosyllables, or proposed solutions in just a few words.

The demon king and the supervisor walked through the high-domed corridor. On the walls on both sides of the corridor, there were murals recording the demon kings of the Eastern Region. The brushstrokes were still very new.On the mural, the demon kings have horny horns and arrogant expressions, and their dark hair and clothes flutter in the worship of the demons.

This is Suberbian, the city of irises on the abyss of floating flowers in the demon world. On the boundless sea of ​​black irises, there is a city as bright as a pearl.A demon king was born in Suberbian city 300 years ago, and he was promoted to the city of the demon king. The emblem of the demon king was erected on the back of the city.Abundant magic power and merchants from all over the world gather here. Demons and demon races in the city swear allegiance to the Demon King and unite as one. In just 300 years, the city has gradually become prosperous.

Vasago's fish mouth was still moving.

"... Someone visited the mirror at the east gate of the magic mirror last night, and asked the imperial court to adjudicate the matter of his rival touching his own horn."

This time, there was a pause in Ansair's smooth reply.

"...the imperial judgment?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Vasago thought that His Majesty the Demon King was questioning whether the two young demons were qualified to make such a request. After all, His Majesty the Demon King is very busy.A shrewd expression appeared on his sluggish fish face, and he moved a little closer to answer His Majesty's doubts.

"You know, although they are young demons, one of them's father is the deputy general in your army; and the other one's mother has a certain status in the business world." He gestured with his fins, The strange light continued to shine in the fish's eyes, "So, if you are willing to show kindness, both parties will be very grateful."

Ansair: "..."

He understands this truth, but the crux of his problem is not this at all... He touched the horns on his head to make sure that the horns were not crooked, and felt relieved.Aren't those two young demons just touching their horns, as for making an imperial judgment?

But in order to maintain the style of the demon king, after asking once and getting an answer, it seems a bit unwise to ask again.So Ansair pondered for a moment, and repeated the key words in a slow tone.

"Touch the horns..."

"yes……"

"It's too much..."

"It's simply perverted, sexually-harassed, and insane!"

"...???"

Ansair still didn't understand, but he had already reached the office door.

The judgment before the imperial court is the judgment before the imperial court. Anyway, it only takes more than an hour, and Ansair does not intend to get into it.He thought about today's schedule, barely making a gap in his crowded schedule.

"At nine o'clock, I will meet with the patriarch of the hell slime family. It takes about two magic hours. From eleven o'clock to twelve o'clock, I can leave it to them."

Vasago bowed immediately.

"My merciful majesty!"

In charge of managing the internal affairs of the Demon King's Palace, on the surface, no involvement in politics is allowed, so Vasago sent him off respectfully at the entrance of the general office.Ansair walked into the office. As soon as he entered the door, a gust of hot wind suddenly blew past Ansier. The young Demon King did not dodge, but raised his hand calmly, and the scalding hot wind lightly stopped at his fingertips. Sharp, the sound is like a shengxiao.

"Good day, my lord."

The golden and red feathers shone with fire, and the hell creature shaped like an oriental phoenix landed on Ansair's fingers, making a series of small chirps representing comfort and relaxation.

"I hope you had a good rest last night, and I hope that idiotic magic mirror didn't bother you too much." The phoenix raised its feather crown proudly, "After all, Your Majesty needs sufficient energy every day to deal with heavy affairs."

"Good day, Finny."

Ansair raised his hand and plucked the sharp beak of the phoenix, and the bird coquettishly rubbed against his fingers. While rubbing his fingers, with the convenience of standing on his shoulder, the bird sneaked towards the beautiful white hair - pure white Smooth, with the aura of a powerful person, it really fascinates the creatures of the abyss.

[cough cough. 】

An unknown cough sounded, and Phoenix Fini's feather crown stood up a little bit, but he was still entangled with the fingertips of the devil, hoping that he could play with him for a while.

【Cough! 】

The ignorant coughing became louder and louder, until it sounded as if he was going to cough out his lungs, which was clearly intentional.Immediately, the phoenix rushed to the mirror standing on the table in a panic, trying to fight against the blind mirror.

"Hate it! Magic mirror! Hate it! Chirp chirp chirp!"

【I'm working!I am reminding His Majesty that new information is coming! 】

The magic mirror was eloquent, but the movement was not slow, and it neatly turned itself upside down on the table, like a turtle retracting into its shell.

[I heard that the chat software in the human world has such a notification sound, I just imitated it!It is you who are delaying His Majesty's work! 】

"Chirp! I'm going to break you into eight pieces!"

The scene of birds fighting turtles is happening every day, and Ansair has long been used to it.He sat behind the desk of the Demon King, and Fuya, the succubus maid, brought snacks and freshly brewed coffee from the Demon Realm. Ansair closed his eyes and enjoyed the tranquility of breakfast. , took a bite, as if he didn't see or hear the golden red flame and the tortoise shell magic mirror "ping ping pong pong" from one end of the room to the other.

After breakfast, the maid took away the tableware, and Ansair raised his hand to hold the flying magic mirror.He stood up the magic mirror, which was still the size of a palm, pulled the frame around, and quickly pulled the magic mirror into half a person's size, and pasted it on the blank space on the side wall.The mirror reflected the devil's long pure white hair and delicate eyebrows, and the mirror stayed for a second or two.

【Oh, my lord. 】

A blurred face slowly floated up on the mirror, and a deep magnetic voice came out. This is undoubtedly a genuine magic mirror.

[Every morning I start the machine in the face of your glory, what kind of luck is this!Your white hair is like snow falling once in a thousand years in the seventh abyss of ashes, and your eyes are like...]

Anse Elle slightly raised his hand to stop the magic mirror from continuing to chant.

"That's all for the routine compliments, and give me today's official document."

Alas, it seems that His Majesty is still very busy today, and has no time to listen to his million-word essay.The magic mirror glanced triumphantly at the phoenix Finny who didn't dare to rush over to disturb him, swallowed back the million words of praise he was about to export, and began to perform his duties conscientiously.There was a thin crack on the mirror, and the sound of an inkjet printer came from inside.

"Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-"

After spitting out the last typed official document, the magic mirror looked a little sad.

[Your Majesty, when will you replace me with a laser printer?The magic mirror in the Hall of Government Orders showed off to me yesterday. Its new laser printer can print official documents every second. 】

The Demon King was flipping through the official documents to be dealt with today without even lifting his eyelids.

"The laser printer replaced by the Government Order Palace can't print in color. As for the color laser printer... the technology is immature, and it's a bit expensive at the moment. The Demon King's Palace doesn't need this kind of extra expenditure for the time being. It's about to go on an expedition soon, so it can save a little for military expenses. Always good."

The magic mirror suddenly felt sad.

【Your Majesty, you have cut the expenditure of the Demon Palace too much.You see, your three meals, your clothes, your car... which demon king didn't have a dozen or twenty luxury cars pulled by Nightmare when he was in office?Which devil only eats pastries and coffee for breakfast?Which devil still uses inkjet printers? 】

The more the magic mirror said, the more sad it became. It is true that Suberbian City, as a new city of the devil king, has just subsided from the flames of war in the past few hundred years, and there is nothing left to do.Demon King Ansair issued a post-war decree, which not only cut taxes, but also controlled the expenditure of the Demon King's Palace, and invested most of the money in the construction of the city.

But...but...

His Majesty the Demon King was too honest and restrained, which made all the demons in the city feel distressed.Demons like luxury and enjoyment, and they pay attention to personal feelings. A demon king who is as selfless as Ansair is really the first in the world.The magic mirror even felt that His Majesty Ansair was sent by the demon god to save the demons in the Eastern Territory. He is indifferent to emotions, highly sensitive and highly self-disciplined, and very powerful. He is simply the perfect demon king!

His Majesty the Demon King, who is "indistinct in expression of joy and anger", was browsing through today's official documents at high speed, when suddenly, he saw such a document——

"Western Region News: His Majesty Seros announced that he would not approve the new trade regulations of Suberbian City, calling them all fantasy"

With a sound of "click", the quill made from the owl's feather was folded in half in the hands of the Demon King.

And—yes—you—ser—ros———! ! !