Little Demon King was in his room, focused on the game in his hands. When he saw someone coming in, he glanced up, but upon seeing it wasn't Mommy, he lowered his head again and continued playing.
The servant, who came to clean Little Demon King's room every day, almost had a heart attack after Little Demon's quick glance. Maybe it was because she was feeling too guilty at that moment.
The servant took a deep breath, forced herself to remain calm, and continued walking into the room.
She walked behind Little Demon King and pulled a handkerchief soaked in medicine from her pocket, slowly reaching towards him from behind...
"Achoo—" Little Demon King suddenly bent over and sneezed loudly. The servant's hand missed.
Little Demon King sniffled, unaware of the danger, and continued playing.
