My dearest, you are the person I love the most.

In this world, no one can surpass my love for her;

And there will never be anyone who is more afraid of losing her than I am!

I sensed the crisis of love from the first day of the competition.

That day, I saw my dearest at the venue, and earlier, I came to know:

The person who wins the competition will be able to marry the queen of our country, the same lady I know as the "Flat-Chested Vixen".

Why is my dearest here? Why is she participating in the competition?

I had these questions at the beginning, and even until now, I haven't been able to understand.

If my dearest needs money, I will help;

If she needs something else, I will think of ways to acquire it, by any means necessary.

I believe that I can give my dearest everything, and I have never doubted that until now.

But if...just if, my dearest has everything and the only thing she doesn't need is me, then what should I do?

How could I have such thoughts?

Wasn't I confident in this matter?

Why, as time goes by, do I become more and more uncertain?

There are several factors that contribute to this deep fear if I think about it carefully.

The appearance of the second and third vixens was just the fuse;

The matchmaking competition is nothing but an invisible catalyst.

When I stood in the corner of the venue, wearing a black cloak, my heartbeat suddenly accelerated;

It wasn't due to excitement, but because I suddenly realized:

I am frightened!

So that's how it is.

The real reason for my lack of confidence is that I don't think highly of myself.

The more beautiful a thing is, the more afraid I am that I am not worthy of it.

I don't need to care about what others think, but I have always believed:

My dearest is too good!

She's a good girl that even someone like me, the Demon King, may not be able to deserve.

Of course, I know how entangled I have been with her until now.

Even if I teach the demon offspring (Curyl) to be modest, I cannot pretend when faced with someone I am infatuated with.

However, the more excessively entangled I become, and the closer I stay to my dearest, the more I despise this terrible version of myself.

I claim to be a good wife, but I can't even cook a decent meal, and I expect my dearest to do the usual housework...

I can't even handle those small tasks, so how can I boast that I can make my dearest happy?

At this point, I finally understand why I am the only one who came to the venue when the vixens were staying at the hotel.

I wanted to do something for my dearest.

Because I know my own uselessness, but I am unwilling to disappear from my dearest's side, that's why I appeared here.

Like ants searching for food in winter;

I wander in the winter of reality, knowing that in such a situation, it's not my turn to do anything, knowing my own powerlessness in many aspects;

Even so, I still appear here.

There's no way around it, my body always acts before my rationality;

And then, when I arrive at the place I subconsciously wanted to go, I am still perplexed about what to do.

I always thought the foolish goddess was not smart, but who knows, I might be even dumber than her!

Opening my eyes in the snow, all I see is white and the one and only figure.

Accompanied by hesitant eyes, my ears listen to her voice, and my consciousness reacts to the situation at hand.

In the final showdown, I know my beloved has never fallen behind, and I hope she can knock down her detested opponent.

But, if I had accidentally imagined a certain scenario:

If my beloved can't win this duel, she won't leave my side, right?

I raise my hand to cover the distorted face, squeezing my clenched fingers hard, and then harder;

Until the tips of my fingers can touch the face with a sound, leaving red marks on the skin.

Despicable—this word can only describe myself!

What kind of virtuous wife am I, having such thoughts? I can't even deceive myself.

Right, I'm not human. How can a human be as despicable as me?

The resistance in my mind is gradually getting stronger, and the images that emerge in my mind are becoming uncontrollable.

If my beloved loses the duel, she will surely be heartbroken.

I want to comfort her, not for my ridiculous self, but to heal the one who needs comfort.

Then, I take my beloved back to the hotel, using an uncontrollable force to give her a massage to help her relax;

Afterwards, I cook as usual, making food that is hard for my beloved to swallow, but I force myself to eat it too.

When it comes to her, there's nothing I don't want to do, but I might not be able to do anything well...

"If she doesn't listen to reason, I'll just fight directly. In any case, I must protect the handsome man."

Whose voice is this?

I've never heard it before, and I didn't pay attention to the stage after the duel.

When I look over there again, a woman I've never seen before comes into view;

She is clad in armor, looks full of vigor, and seems like someone who can fight.

There was a fleeting smiling face on the woman's face;

But now, she is controlling it with her hand, causing the axe blade to heavily face my beloved.

Thud.

Wait a minute!

Thud, thud.

She is aiming her weapon at my beloved?

Thud, thud, thud.

When I digest a few special words, I suddenly realize:

Inside my body, the blood is flowing faster, beating against the tightened heart, making a muffled sound after another.

Perhaps only the heavens know what is happening to me.

But my only heaven (beloved) is not here, but being threatened by a woman I don't know, full of killing intent...

Alright, I will kill that woman!

Kill, kill, kill!

Whether she is an important person or a minor character, aiming a blade at my beloved is enough to sentence her to death.

"A formidable army? To me, it's just a matter of raising and lowering my sword a few times!"

My beloved speaks up.

Since I am focused on doing something, I hear this sentence but fail to understand it.

How strange, the duel has already ended, but my beloved has not put down her sword.

Is she troubled by that woman?

It's alright, I'll take care of that trash of a person. My beloved doesn't have to worry about anything;

After all, no matter what, I am still

---- That useless and incompetent wife!

After I jump up and step over the heads of the guards, I hold up a fan in front of my beloved;

At this moment, a shout comes from behind me:

"That fan, is it Cynthia?"

The answer to that shout comes from a head lightly moving under a cloak.

Due to the unexpected appearance of an opponent, the dignified woman felt a little confused:

"Are you also here to make trouble for the handsome guy?"

Handsome guy? Who is that?

Is the woman referring to the ugly demon man standing behind her?

In this day and age, it seems that her aesthetic taste and that of human girls have significant differences.

But there's nothing to be done, because:

The only person who can truly catch my eye is my beloved?

I stared at the enemy who was just within reach and extended my right hand forward, at the same time a crisp sound of metal resounded.

Starting from the feathers tightly tied to the root of the fan, the serrated blade began to friction, producing a cruel sound.

The snow in the sky evaded me, but the woman in front of me instinctively took a step or two back.

Making me unhappy—filling my heart with anger, but it's just a way to vent my emotions.

The only reason I dislike her is one— the only reason I want her to die is one;

I didn't turn my head, but the corner of my lips twisted, lifting the edges of my mouth in a mad way.

"Did you just... point your weapon at my beloved?"

The dignified woman rolled her throat and looked at me with caution;

It doesn't matter, what matters is that she couldn't give an answer, so I choose to believe my own eyes.

"You're really audacious! Actually daring to point your weapon at my beloved, and also ignoring her kind intention of asking you to step back...

For such an excessive matter, it must be compensated with your life!"

Clang!

The raised fan cut through the snow falling in front of me;

Stepping on the obstructive temperature beneath me, I closed in on my target in an instant.

"Did you show your intent to kill?

Did you want to kill my beloved earlier?

Living until today is enough for you.

Die, die, die, die, go and die!"

I am the Demon Lord, naturally cruel and heartless, it's all justified.

Undoubtedly, there is an exception on the entire continent;

But that exception is not qualified to oppose me, even thinking about it in their heart is not allowed.

The woman wielded a large axe for defense.

That light axe was unable to stop my full force attack with the fan in my crazy state.

With a resounding crash, the woman could clearly see the intense anger on my face at this moment;

This represents the distance between me and her, closing in further in the moment of breaking through the axe.

It was an assault overflowing with pressure and speed, leaving no room for the opponent to react or dodge.

Bang!

Aim for the armor on the opponent's body, the attack landed with violence and ferocity.

How can a weakling withstand this blow?

How can that immature love stop my resentment as a failed loyal wife?

Falling from the shattered metal fragments, the woman flew backward and landed on the ground;

The arms that exerted force downward seemed to want to help support her body, giving a pitiful appearance.

But what does that have to do with me?

I am selfish, heartless, lacking the most basic compassion for life, I only know how to distinguish between what is important and what is not.

I will never forgive her for deciding to lay a hand on my beloved, not even for a single second!

I control my left hand to lift my chin;

A tongue that's slightly redder than ordinary is now protruding from my mouth, shamelessly pressing against the upper and lower rows of teeth.

When I lick my tongue, it represents only two possibilities:

Either I intend to kiss my beloved, or I intend to kill anyone except her.