#15 - I Don't Want to Become King, I Told You
Sebastian, who had knelt before me, asked me very politely.
“Demetrius-nim, why on earth are you in a place like this…”
There was no real mystery in him saying why on earth are you in a place like this. Honestly, I’d ask the same thing myself.
I cleared my throat and spoke in the most dignified voice I could muster.
“To heal my body.”
“Heal your… body?”
“Yes.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to stay in the Demon Realm?”
Very logical. No countering that. But I had one ready.
“No, if I stay in the Demon Realm, it’s obvious my enemies would eliminate me. Besides, there are spies inside. Not just one or two.”
The Demon Realm was currently engulfed in war among all races vying for the Demon King’s throne.
In the original world… well, the original novel, Demetrius de Belpert subjugates the representatives of every race and seizes the Demon King’s seat.
There were depictions of bloody purges along the way, and even betrayals from his own kind.
Right now, I was going with the concept of the “incubus representative who fled from enemies and traitors.”
“Spies…! How dare they—after all of Demetrius-nim’s grace…!”
Leaving Sebastian grinding his teeth in fury, I warned him.
“First, hide your tail and wings. Otherwise, the Holy Kingdom might send more people.”
“Ah… Yes, I’m sorry. This Sebastian was short-sighted.”
The ever-loyal Sebastian immediately bowed his head and concealed his wings and tail.
Good boy. Keep it that way.
Praising him inwardly, I continued.
“What’s the current state of the Demon Realm?”
“The war is nearing its end. The surviving races so far are dragons, witches, and ghouls.”
“Dragons will probably win with high odds.”
“Yes. And one peculiar thing: the succubi have broken their pact with the incubi and sided with the witches.”
“Unavoidable. After all, I fled the Demon Realm.”
Sebastian shook his head at my words.
“Fled…?! No, you’ve only come here temporarily for refuge…! Absolutely, absolutely, Demetrius-nim did not flee!”
“No, regardless of the reason, I fled the Demon Realm. I don’t want to fight anymore over the Demon King’s throne. Even if I’m called a traitor, I can’t point my sword at my own kin.”
“Ugh… Demetrius-nim…! As expected, even your heart is the pinnacle of incubi…!”
Sebastian was praising me, his voice choked with emotion.
…It was just an excuse I threw together, but thankfully Demetrius had high esteem among his subordinates.
“I’m not qualified to lead you. So take this.”
I pulled a ring from my possessions.
That ring was proof of being the incubus king and representative. Giving it to Sebastian meant abdicating the incubus throne.
“Not just me—all incubi are waiting for your return, Demetrius-nim! Please reconsider…!”
No need to reconsider. I had zero interest in wading into that blood-soaked war.
I shook my head and replied.
“I’m not qualified.”
“You are! Even with traitors and those dissatisfied with you now, no leader in incubus history has surpassed you, Demetrius-nim!”
He was overpraising me. Honestly, the Demetrius in the novel was no saint.
He was the one who organized an army just a few years after ascending and invaded the human world.
“I said withdraw.”
This time I spoke forcefully, but Sebastian gazed at me with shining eyes.
“Absolutely not…! Demetrius-nim…!”
I had a gut feeling. No ordinary words would send Sebastian away.
So I decided on a special persuasion method.
What was it, you ask?
“…Sebastian.”
“Yes, Demetrius-nim.”
“Do you know why I’m here?”
“I don’t.”
Of course he wouldn’t. I wasn’t the Demetrius he knew, so it was natural he couldn’t understand my actions.
That’s why I decided to outright deceive him.
“The Light Saintess is here.”
Sebastian jolted in shock and stared at me.
“I… Is that true?”
“…More precisely, a candidate.”
“Where is she? Right now, the Light Saintess—”
As Sebastian exuded killing intent, I immediately calmed him.
“Retract your killing intent, Sebastian.”
Sebastian flinched and bowed his head again, withdrawing it at my single command.
“I… I’m sorry. How dare I interrupt Demetrius-nim…”
“It’s fine. Just listen to the rest.”
Confirming he’d calmed, I began weaving a cunning tale of truth and lies for him.
“The woman here is a prime candidate for Light Saintess. If she becomes one—which is highly likely—the Demon Realm is finished.”
“That serious…?”
“Yes. So that’s why…”
I flashed the most wicked smile I could muster.
“I’ve taken her.”
“…Wh-what!?”
Sebastian yelped and clamped a hand over his mouth in panic. I gave him a satisfied smile and continued.
“I’ve taken her, taken her again and again, and someday I’ll make her mine completely. Once she’s truly mine…”
“…The Light Saintess will be on our side.”
“Exactly. Even if she doesn’t become it and some other woman does, it won’t matter. If she doesn’t ascend, the others should be manageable for the Demon Realm.”
Without a shred of doubt, Sebastian slammed his forehead to the ground and began praising me.
“Ahh…! Demetrius-nim wasn’t just thinking of incubi, but the entire Demon Realm…! A lowly creature like me couldn’t comprehend such a beautiful, noble intent…!”
He was hyping me up too much. It was almost embarrassing for the lie.
“If you understand, then go. Take the ring.”
But Sebastian shook his head firmly in refusal.
“No, I’m even more convinced now.”
“Of what?”
“You’re the only one fit to be king of the Demon Realm, my lord. I cannot take this ring. It belongs where it rightfully is.”
No, I don’t want to be incubus king.
“Perhaps even the ring can’t contain your greatness, Demetrius-nim. You’re not meant to be some mere incubus king—you’re destined to rule the entire Demon Realm.”
No, absolutely not. I don’t want to be Demon Realm king.
I just want to leisurely fuck Viola and live happily. Leave me alone.
“Still, my presence here would only be a disturbance. So I’ll return to the Demon Realm. Call me anytime you need me. Even from the Demon Realm’s edge, this Sebastian will come to you.”
Sebastian wrapped things up on his own terms, spread his wings, and flew off into the distance…
“……When someone’s talking, listen, please.”
I muttered to myself, words he couldn’t hear.
*
Thinking of Sebastian gave me a persistent headache.
I’d thought hiding for months meant I could keep doing so, but him finding me made me realize I’d been too complacent.
One thing was clear: no matter where I hid from now on, he’d track me down relentlessly. I needed countermeasures.
As I thought that and entered the church, Viola emerged from the inner door.
With sleepy eyes, no less.
“Priest-nim… yawn… where’d you go…?”
Seeing Viola yawn her way out soothed my mind.
Truly a future saintess-worthy sight—elegant, lovely, serene. Though after what I’d done to her, she didn’t seem headed that way.
Anyway, that wasn’t the point.
“…I stepped out for a bit.”
“I seeee… Kyaa!?”
I approached Viola and grabbed her ass.
“P… Priest-nim, what’s sudd—”
“Sorry, Miss Viola. You’ll have to wake up now—it’s time to comfort me.”
“Y… Yes…?”
Maybe it was a bit much to say, but the one to relieve my headache and irritation was right in front of me. Tempting me oh-so-enticingly.
Wasn’t it a problem if I didn’t take her?
I led Viola straight back to the hut.
Shoved her into my room, then commanded her.
“Lift your habit, Miss Viola.”
“Ah… Uh… Y… Yes…”
Viola obediently hiked up her habit, and as I eyed her plump panties, I degraded her.
“…Already wet? You slutty nun.”
Yes, staring at her beautiful underwear already soaked with her honey.
