“Y-You bastard……?”
“The Gods truly are cruel. They made garbage-like you into a Demon Lord in this world. Even saintesses would resent the Gods if they were to see your dirty mug. As days go by, it couldn’t be helped if the amount of devout believers were to go down……”
Andromalius’s complexion turned alternately pale and red.
If you looked carefully, then you could see that his shoulders were shaking. It was obvious. He had probably never received such severe insults in his entire life as a Demon Lord.
Andromalius shouted at the people around us.
“What are you all doing!? Why aren’t you taking this shameless man away immediately!?”
His highness Dantalian, as if he sincerely thought it was funny, snorted.
“See, is he not a masterpiece? He can’t even recognize a person of the same race right in front of him. Not only his ears, but his eyes must have had festered as well, to the point that it wouldn’t be enough to treat him like a corpse.”
“Same race……?”
His highness shrugged.
“I am Rank 71st, Demon Lord Dantalian. Referentially, the witches that you had mistreated are the escorts I have hired for the day.”
“Rank 71st……”
“Do apologize for having mistreated my precious bodyguards as you pleased.”
His highness lowered his beer glass.
“Do you understand? Sincerely apologize and leave. This may be difficult for the mentally challenged, but these are basic manners in society. Use this opportunity to learn.”
“Hah. And I was wondering what kind of incredible aristocrat you were supposed to be.”
Andromalius mocked triumphantly.
Despite the other person being his highness Dantalian, he was only higher by one rank. He was a small fry who didn’t have any remarkable talent and no reliable group behind his back. That was most likely what Andromalius was thinking.
That was foolish. There was nothing more idiotic than being careless while in front of his highness Dantalian.
His highness may normally be a severe deadbeat, but that was nothing more than a deceptive mask. His highness’ true self was actually a devilish fiend. He purposely leads the other party into being careless, and then consumed them in a single moment.
Andromalius most likely did not know any of this. There was still a mean smile on the edge of his lips. He was like a warthog charging straight towards the edge of a cliff.
“Is that so. Is it Dantalian. Iyaaah, I heard you were on a roll these days. There was a rumor spreading that some fool had made an outcast into his mistress. Yes. If you’re Dantalian…… then this must be that famous crossbreed.”
(TL note: Should I change outcast to untouchable?)
Andromalius now turned to look at me.
Did the target change from his highness to myself?
“The peasant that had fearlessly enticed a Demon Lord with their body! Sure enough. That hair of yours even resembles that vulgar bloodline of yours.”
Tap tap
Andromalius hit my cheek with his palm.
His hand stung fairly. He may had been tapping me playfully, but I could feel his real intentions.
“I really can’t understand your preference. Why would you want to score this kind of girl? Her appearance is decent, but the actually important bloodline is just foul.”
The act of changing his target to me was an okay decision.
Demon lords may have been sacred and inviolable, but they were not sacred to other Demon Lords. In other words, they were equal. If a Demon Lord were to hit another Demon Lord then troublesome common laws would intervene. On the other hand, it was okay to freely strike an outcast.
The reason why Andromalius had started to aim at me lay within here too. He had judged that it would be difficult to dominate with his rank alone, so he had quickly found another weak target.
“Or is it perhaps that? Your bottom mouth is just that impressive so you were able to captivate that Dantalian?”
Andromalius started snickering.
“I say. This great one is considering to give you my royal grace, but what do you think? For a person born as a peasant to be able to lay 2 Demon Lords. There is no honor greater than this!”
“……”
“Kuha! On one side is the rank 71st imbecile. And on the other side is the bitch born by some broad being raped by a lowly human. Is this not the masterpiece? Huh?”
Abruptly.
Andromalius slapped my cheek.
There was no playfulness in it this time. It purely contained the intent to be violent. My head ended up turning because of the excessively strong hit.
—That hurt quite a lot.
However, it was trivial.
Since a young age, I had been exposed to violence so many times that I had become dulled to it. There was a time I had stones tossed at me by the village people on a daily basis. Compared to that, Andromalius’ hit was like that of a child.
People may not be able to get accustomed to pain, but people can get accustomed to bearing the pain. That is what people are. And I am one of those people.