As The Demon King, I Am Very Distressed Because The Hero Is Too Weak 1.0 Chapter 5

In…… in the end, because the food cooked by the Hero was so delicious, I pushed the decisive battle back a week. These days, his services could have been said to be extremely considerate down to the finest details. I almost drove the goblins out of the Demon King's Castle. This was probably what no comparison, no harm meant.

All of these were to understand the basis of his food, definitely not because I'm greedy! It is impossible for my clan, the Demon Kings, to feel hunger!

I had a hundred thousand ‘whys' in my head, I couldn't say it all in one breath. So I picked a few of the most important questions and shot them at him like bullets:

To be honest, if he wasn't the Hero, it would have been nice to recruit him as a chef in my Demon King's Castle. Unfortunately, our ident.i.ties were clearly displayed, and everything was just me casually saying.

“Sarthis, what do you want to do after you retire?”

Once again, I came to our Demon King's meeting of the heads, and Demon King A asked me.  He was now a traveller, running about in different worlds everyday.

“Why didn't you defeat me? Just now, you had a million chances to kill me.

“Me?” I was stunned, and tried to remember what I had decided a hundred years ago.

Thinking about it carefully, I didn't seem to have a clear plan. I just wanted to retire, and didn't think much about the rest.

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What should I do after I retire……

"What are you worrying about, Sarthis?”

I returned to my senses and complained, “call me Demon King, don't call my name! Why do you behave like that Coleman!”

And how did you suddenly become so strong? Were you acting before? Why did you do that for?”

Luke said in a matter of fact tone, “ah, but if I call you Demon King, doesn't it feels as if we're just distant acquaintances?”

“……Are we very familiar with each other?”

He placed the steak in front of me, “you've eaten the food I cooked for so long.”

Obviously, my old enemy's brain capacity wasn't enough to answer so many questions at once, so he said with a smile, “because I like you, Sarthis.”

I smelled this delicious food and decided to reluctantly get along with him for one night.

“How is the doneness of the steak?” He placed a hand below his chin and asked me, smiling.

I took a bite and continued to chew, “I prefer a little more done.”

“Okay.” He reached out hand snapped his fingers. The flame came out of his fingertips like a flamethrower, and he cooked the steak a little more in front of me, “that's about it.”

Unfortunately, our ident.i.ties were clearly displayed, and everything was just me casually saying.

I was very shocked, the h.e.l.l, why was he so skilled in controlling it!

It was very difficult to control fire attribute magic. Either it'll only produce a little spark or a raging fire. He could control the size and shape of the fire so well, as well as use it so practically……

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As expected, this man's talent was to be a cook.

As I ate, I said, “compared to that, tonight, we have to decide upon a winner, understand, Hero?”

“So fast?” The Hero seemed reluctant.

Obviously, my old enemy's brain capacity wasn't enough to answer so many questions at once, so he said with a smile, “because I like you, Sarthis.”

“Yes.” I nodded. Why? Because I've made up my mind–

After I retire, I want to be a villager!

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If we didn't come up with a winner quickly, the expiration date for the destined night was about to be over. At that time, I'll would be forced to rule over the world with darkness, and wait another five hundred years for the next Hero to appear.

I didn't know why, his expression seemed a little sad.

Unfortunately, our ident.i.ties were clearly displayed, and everything was just me casually saying.

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