"You'll get to wear the finest armor on the Demon Continent, receive the best training on the Demon Continent, and join the Royal Guard, reputed to be the strongest on the Demon Continent."
"It's a great honor!"
"Once you enter the contract, you won't be able to disobey me."
"But that's fine. You couldn't disobey me even without a contract anyway. You must be delighted, right?"
Delighted... my ass!
She was less a Demon King than an idiot who did whatever she pleased.
Still, if someone in this world really did whatever came into their head...
In a sense, someone like that... was dangerous.
Some of the Royal Guard present must have been forced into contracts just like this.
Cui Ciyou said, "I'm terribly sorry."
"My family is still waiting for me. I really can't leave home for ten years."
Atofe looked utterly unconcerned.
"Don't worry, don't worry... there's no need to worry about family."
"I haven't seen my son in a hundred years myself. No news is proof that he's safe."
"And it's been over ten years for my grandson, hasn't it?"
Ten years?
Are you kidding me?
Even if a human lived to eighty, ten years was an eighth of their life.
Humans didn't have the long lifespans of Demonfolk.
And in modern society, where something changed every year, ten years could count as an entire era.
Even if I were one of the Demonfolk, or a member of a long-lived race like the elves, I still wouldn't want to stay here.
I've got a wife at home!
Cui Ciyou tried to reason with Atofe:
"Lady Atofe, ten years is far too long for a human."
"Human lifespans are limited. Ten years could be a seventh of someone's life, a sixth, or even more."
He paused to study