Chapter 422

However, whenever they had a minor disagreement, he would quietly follow her home and escort her there, then later win her back with a small gift.

However, just because she felt it was a bit dangerous or only complained a couple of times, he silently eliminated a lot of messy enemies for her.

However, if she occasionally mentions wanting something from a certain place, even if it's just a rumor, I'll find time to go on the Hunt to see for myself and bring her something back along the way.

That's about all I can think of.

These... seem to be a lot already.

Has being a king for so long unconsciously dulled one's sensitivity to time and emotions to the point of being as sluggish as Demon God?

Maria broke out in a cold sweat again.

Heulia watched the king's ever-changing gaze, her smile growing even brighter, and she let out a satisfied sigh.

"Sigh... If Wang is worried, why doesn't he go see her?"

"No, I, that..."

"If you're worried about me, there's no need. As long as the king is happy and doesn't abandon me, that's enough for me."

Heulia wrapped her arms around Maria's waist and spoke sincerely to the king who had given her all her sense of security and belonging.

She considered herself the weakest and most incompetent Demon God.

He lived a precarious existence, constantly on the run, unable to protect anything, and felt he could die at any moment.

This experience shaped Heulia's exceptionally gentle and easily satisfied personality.

Just as she said, as long as she could stay by Maria's side and continue to have this sense of security, she had no other desires.

All that's left is to hope that my king is happy; that's enough.

Or, to use some kind of later-era rules about relationships to restrain the emotions of Demon God from the barbaric era of war would be truly laughable.

Maria lowered her head, looking at the Demon God who was completely devoted to her with a mixture of helplessness and tenderness, and said:

"They won't abandon you, can't you have a little confidence in yourself?"

"After all, I am too weak, Your Majesty."

"But you're very cute."

"So, does the king like my cuteness?"

When asked this kind of question, actions speak louder than words.

Maria revealed a captivating smile that Heulia found me mesmerizing, and her long, slender, white fingers gently caressed Heulia's delicate body... (omitted).