Chapter 107
Chapter 107. The Sexual Maniac Prince
――Hello, I’m Zilbagias, the youngest brother, and I’ve just been approached by my brother, who’s renowned for only having interest in women, with “Let’s talk, just the two of us.”
A shockwave runs through the Demon Lord family.
“Diagias, what the hell happened to you?”
The Demon Lord gapes in astonishment.
“Whoa, whoa, are you actually making a move on a guy now!?”
The green guy exclaims with a bewildered voice.
“No way…”
The food fighter stops eating.
“Let’s change the location a bit.”
Without waiting for my reply, Diagias promptly stands up and leaves the room. I instinctively glanced at the Demon Lord for his opinion, but he merely shrugged as if to say, (I don’t know either).
There’s nothing else to do, so I follow Diagias.
“…If that guy ends up as my sister’s boyfriend next week, I won’t be surprised.”
Just before the door closed, I heard the green guy’s voice. Shut it. I’ll kill you.
I leave the palace with Diagias, changing locations.
Is there a sudden crisis of chastity looming for me here…? Thankfully, Sophia is accompanying me as my guard.
However, Diagias is also accompanied by a refined, beautiful demon girl. As expected, even the demons in attendance are gorgeous… and she’s clearly of a higher caliber than Sophia.
…In case of emergency, I might just abandon Sophia and run.
While I’m lost in thought, we arrive at a secluded balcony overlooking the castle town in a corner of the Demon Lord Castle.
We sit facing a bench.
“The talk is none other than…”
Diagias leans forward, taking a seat, and starts the conversation.
The platinum-blond demon noble stares at me with serious eyes—
“How does it feel to hug a High Elf or a Dragon?”
………….
Huh?
“How does it feel to hug a High Elf or a Dragon?”
I repeat the question clearly. So, I’m not hearing things.
“Um… why are you suddenly asking this?”
“I’ve never hugged one before, and I’m curious. A Forest Elf is one thing, but a High Elf is hard to come by…”
Diagias glares at me with intense focus.
…He looks mild-mannered, but his eyes are those of a carnivorous beast!
“I won’t give you mine.”
“I know that.”
I inadvertently reply with a stiff voice, but Diagias nods as if it’s nothing.
“I don’t want anyone touching my woman either. If that happens, it’ll be war.”
He sighs softly and leans back against the bench.
“You haven’t declared your position yet, and if you suddenly oppose me, Ruby would get mad.”
So that’s why he won’t make a move, according to Diagias.
On the contrary, if we were enemies, would it then be okay to take her?
He indeed follows Rubyphia’s orders, huh.
“You really do follow Ruby, don’t you?”
“Well, she is the head of the faction. I’m not dissatisfied with it either.”
“Why did you choose to be under Ruby and not Aiwo? Is it because she’s beautiful?”
“That’s right.”
When I jokingly asked, he shockingly affirmed it with a serious face.
“…Well, of course, there are other reasons, like the family’s circumstances. But the main reason is that.”
Wow, he’s brutally honest about himself…
“Well, Ruby is beautiful, after all…”
“Yeah. I want to pin her down one day.”
…Huh? Wait, did I just hear an ominous phrase?
“Do you mean you want to overpower her?”
Like, in a martial arts or grappling sense?
“No, I mean I want to hug her.”
On the bed, huh.
“Um, but you’re related by blood, right?”
“Of course, she is my half-sister.”
Diagias casually nods as if it’s the most normal thing ever.
…………Am I the one in the wrong? I glance at Sophia beside me, and she wears a “This is strange” expression as well.
“Apparently, my grandparents were siblings.”
With a suave flick of his hair, Diagias casually drops this bomb.
“There are instances of that in my family line.”
“Uh, I see…”
“Ruby is the ideal sister. Dignified, beautiful… strong-willed.”
His light brown eyes are filled with passion—
“I want her to be mine, no matter what… That’s why I’m under Ruby.”
“Uh…”
This level of ulterior motive is beyond anything…
“Is it okay to say such things in front of me…?”
What would happen if I squealed about your reasons for wanting to have her!?
“Not really? She knows too.”
You’re kidding me.
Huh? Rubyphia is accepting this, knowing it? What kind of person is she?
“I’ve proposed to her a few times, but she’s turned me down.”
Of course!
“She said, ‘If you get stronger than me, I’ll consider it,’ so I’m working hard.”
……My head is starting to hurt.
What is this… what?
Is this a normal thing among demons?
I instinctively look at Sophia, who looks like she’s thinking, “What is this guy saying…?” so it doesn’t seem like this behavior is typical for demons at all.
Goodness… people are saying I’m the “second coming of Diagias,” but
Our levels are different, entirely.
“Is that so… well, let’s just leave it at that…”
I stand up from the bench, planning to leave hastily.
“Wait. You haven’t answered my question yet.”
I feel my hand caught with the speed of lightning, and I’m forced to sit back down.
“Getting back on track… how does it feel to hug a High Elf or a Dragon?”
Looks like we’re back on this again… I guess I’ll just give a quick answer and then scram.
“It feels good.”
“Well, that seems right.”
Diagias nods, looking truly envious.
“So, which form are you with the Dragon?”
Wow, really pressing me, huh… well, I brought this on myself.
“Of course, in human form.”
“Figured as much. I thought in dragon form it would be too big. How does it feel when a transformed Dragon is in human form?”
Don’t talk about feelings like that!
“Well, since they’re in human form, they might just feel like a human race…” But I wouldn’t know since I’ve never experienced the human race.
“Oh, I guess that makes sense. There aren’t many chances to hug humans…”
Suddenly, with a distant look, Diagias adds,
“…If you hit the battlefield, there might be chances for that.”
………….
“I personally wouldn’t recommend it. After all, love is important.”
…My head is really starting to spin.
What does he want to do to my sanity?
“However… I don’t know how to put this.”
Suddenly redirecting his gaze back to me, Diagias looks perplexed.
“You have love, but there seems to be no lust.”
His light brown eyes…
See right through me.
“Are you really hugging someone?”
With a tone of partial certainty.
“You… you’re not actually a virgin, are you?”
