MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 1

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Between the white hairs, the magic horns are like rock formations, and there are gem-like fragments shining in them, making this pair of corners look noble and majestic; The sharp black wings that crossed the edge; and the eyes above everything, the golden and red colors of the sunset, and the pupils stood erect.

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

Horn, OK.

bat wing, OK.

Emoticons...nearly.

Ansier corrected his expression in front of the mirror, trying to be more arrogant and cruel, and finally, this expression reached a delicate balance. The white-haired Demon King stood in front of the mirror with an aloof demeanor, because he did not need to travel during the day, and his short cloak with dark red lining only reached his waist.

Looking at this picture alone, it is really a textbook like a king tidying up his appearance, but Anselm finally added a step.

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

Ok, it's on.

After doing all this, Ans El pushed open the door of his private bedroom, and what he saw was a dull fish eye. When he saw him, the fish eye suddenly emitted a strange light.

"Good day, Your Majesty."

Xianyu was facing him, wearing a straight tuxedo with the representative iris pattern of Subobian City. The standing posture of this salted fish is upright and standard, like the most standard sideways portrait of aristocrats.

"Vassago, director of the Demon Palace, greets you, and I hope you slept well last night."

This even a bit of a sand sculpture didn't make Ans El's expression change, he nodded lightly, and walked ahead across Vassago. Vassago immediately followed, walking sideways at a high speed half a step behind, keeping one eye so that he could see Ansi Er and reporting to him the affairs of the palace today.

"Here's the Suberbian morning news—"

"The parlor 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 from the Hell Slime family from melting."

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

Like any day before, in the narration of the supervisor, the awakened His Majesty the Demon King began to understand the news in the palace and the city, and responded with monosyllables from time to time, or offered solutions in just a few words.

The demon king and the supervisor walked through the long corridor with a high dome. On the walls on both sides of the corridor, there are murals recording the demon kings of the Eastern Regions of all dynasties. The brushstrokes are still very new. On the mural, the demon kings have horns and arrogant expressions, and their dark hair and clothes flutter in the worship of the demons.

Three hundred years ago, a demon king was born in the city of Suberbian, and he was promoted to the city of demon kings. A huge emblem of the demon king was erected behind the city. Abundant magic power and merchants from all over the world are gathered here. The demons and demon races in the city swear allegiance to the Demon King, and unite as one. In just three hundred years, the city has gradually prospered.

Vassago's fish mouth is still moving.

"...Last night someone visited the East Gate of the Magic Mirror and touched his horn for the nemesis, and asked the imperial court to judge."

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

"...the judge of the king?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Vassago 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 Lord was very busy. A shrewd expression appeared on his sluggish fish face, and he leaned a little closer to answer the question for His Majesty.

"You know, although it is a young demon, one of the fathers took the position of general's deputy in the legion under your command; and the other's mother has a certain position in the business world. He gestured with his fins, and the fish eyes continued to shine with strange light, "So, if you are willing to show mercy, both parties will be grateful."

Ansel: "…"

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 skewed, and felt relieved. Those two young demons, aren't they just touching their horns, as for making a judgment in front of the imperial court?

However, in order to maintain the style of the devil, after asking once and getting the answer, asking another time is a bit unwise. So Ansair pondered for a while, and repeated the key words in a slow tone.

"Touch the horns..."

"Yeah..."

"It's too much..."

"Perverted, sexually-harassed, maddened!"

“…???”

Ansier still didn't understand, but he was already in front of the office.

The imperial judgment is the imperial judgment, and it will only take more than an hour. He thought about his schedule for the day, barely making a space in his crowded schedule.

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

Vassago bowed immediately.

"Your Majesty!"

He is in charge of the internal affairs of the Demon King's Palace, and political involvement is not allowed on the surface. Vassago greeted him at the door of the office. Ansier walked into the office. Just as he entered the door, a scorching wind suddenly blew past Ansier. The young Demon King did not dodge, but raised his hand calmly, and the scorching hot wind lightly stopped at his finger. Sharp, the sound is like a flute.

"Good day, my lord."

Golden and red feathers gleamed with fire, and the **** creature that looked like an oriental phoenix landed on Ansel's finger, making a series of fine chirping sounds representing comfort and relaxation.

"I hope you had a good rest last night, and I hope that idiot mirror didn't bother you too much." The Phoenix proudly raised its crest, "After all, Your Majesty needs sufficient energy every day to deal with Heavy business."

"Good day, Feeney."

Anseyer raised his hand and brushed the beak of the undead bird, and the bird rubbed his fingers coquettishly, while rubbing his fingers, taking advantage of the convenience of standing on his shoulders, he secretly moved towards That beautiful white hair—white and smooth, with the breath of a powerful man, really fascinates the creatures of the abyss.

[Cough cough. 】

[Cough! 】

The ignorant coughing sound became louder and louder, and finally the sound was so loud that it seemed to cough out the lungs, it was obvious that it was intentional. The phoenix immediately rushed towards the mirror standing on the table in a fit of rage, trying to fight against the unknowable mirror.

"Hate! Mirror! Hate! Tweet Tweet!"

[I'm at work! I am alerting Your Majesty that new information is coming! 】

[I heard that the chat software in Human World has such a prompt tone, I just imitated it! It is you who are delaying His Majesty's work! 】

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

The scenes of birds fighting turtles are being staged every day, and Ansel has long been accustomed to it. He was sitting behind the Demon King's desk, and the succubus maid Fuya brought snacks and freshly brewed coffee from the demon world. Ansel closed his eyes and enjoyed the tranquility of breakfast. He flattened the twisted desserts on the snack tray. , 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 cutlery, and Ansel raised his hand and clasped the flying magic mirror. He stood up the now palm-sized magic mirror, pulled the frame around, and quickly pulled the magic mirror into a half-human size and stuck it to the blank space on the side wall. The mirror reflected the Demon King's long white hair and delicate eyebrows, and the mirror stayed for a second or two.

[Oh, my lord. 】

A face with a blurry face slowly floated on the mirror, and a low magnetic voice came out. This was undoubtedly a genuine magic mirror.

【Every morning I start up in front of your glory, what kind of luck! Your white hair is like falling snow that has not been seen in a thousand years in the seventh layer of ashes, and your eyes are like...]

Anse El raised his hand slightly, stopping the magic mirror from continuing to sing.

"Just go here for a routine compliment 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 smugly glanced at Fini the Phoenix, who did not dare to rush over to disturb him, swallowed back the million-word praise that was about to be exported, and began to perform his duties conscientiously. I saw a slit on the mirror, and the sound of the inkjet printer came from inside.

"Crack-squeak-squeak-squeak-"

Spit out the last printed document, the magic mirror looks a little sad.

[Your Majesty, when will you replace me with a laser printer? The magic mirror in the decree hall showed off to me yesterday. Its new laser printer can print one document per second. 】

The Demon King was flipping through the documents to be dealt with today, without raising his eyelids.

"The laser printer replaced by the government decree can't print in color. As for the color laser printer... The technology is not mature, and it is a bit expensive at present. The Devil's Palace does not need this additional expenditure for the time being. It will be soon It is always good to save a little for the military when going on an expedition.”

The mirror suddenly felt sad.

[Your Majesty, you have cut the expenditure of the Demon Palace too much. Look, 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 snacks and coffee for breakfast? Which devil still uses an inkjet printer? 】

The more the magic mirror talks, the more sad it is. It is true that Subobian City, as a new demon king city, has only just subsided from the war in the past few hundred years, and it is in vain. 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 is too clean and restrained, which makes all the demons in the city feel distressed. Demons like luxurious enjoyment and pay attention to personal feelings. Ansi Er is the first in the world to be a selfless demon king. The magic mirror even felt that His Majesty Ansair was sent by the devil to save the demons in the Eastern Region.

His Majesty the Demon King, who is "invisible", was browsing today's official documents at a high speed, and suddenly, he saw such a document—

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

With a "click", the quill made from the Feather of the Demon World Owl folded in half in the Demon King's hand.

Again—yes—you—ser—ros—s—! !