"Well then."
A smile appeared on Cui Ciyou's face again, the same "warm" smile he had worn at the start, without the slightest change.
Once again, he spoke slowly, in a gentle, calm tone.
"Just one question for our upright? Kind? Adorable? Well-behaved little Rudeus."
"Since you weren't peeking."
"How did you know the panties Roxy was wearing today were white?"
"..."
Nothing was scarier... than the air... suddenly falling silent.
Cui Ciyou's question struck Rudeus's soul like a sledgehammer.
The expression on Rudeus's face froze instantly.
The color that had risen in his face during his introductory lecture on the theory of pretty girls' underwear colors receded like the tide.
In its place came a deathly, bloodless pallor.
Rudeus's brain blue-screened as countless thoughts flooded in.
O-oh, crap...
I-I'm done for...
I-I fell for it... I fell for it...
I fell into the carefully laid trap of this... black devil... standing before me.
This guy... this guy... is so damn devious!!!
He isn't some simpleminded, justice-loving, hot-blooded knight from your average isekai anime at all!!!
He's... he's a demon king, a scheming normie?... Damn it, he played me!
In despair, Rudeus stared at the teasing smile on Cui Ciyou's face, which now looked no different from a devil's.
Then he stiffly turned his head, looking in terror at the "goddess he had just sworn to defend with his life."
To his horror, he discovered that Roxy's gaze was filled with disgust, contempt, and profound disappointment.
She stared coldly at him.
That look was like she was looking at a "bug."
No, it was even colder and more disdainful than the look she would give a bug.
I... am... Rudeus Greyrat...
A glorious reincarnator whose soul came from Japan-a thirty-four-year-old elite middle-aged NEET, brimming with dreams and wisdom...
*Today, for