His voice lifted with confidence as he declared, "All I said was that I'm eighteen. I never said you guys were old. Don't try to toss the blame on me. I won't carry the pot for anyone."
"The Demon King never lies. The Demon King doesn't even know how to lie."
He said this with total sincerity, even with a hint of pride in his tone.
Everyone present: "...."
This new Demon King was really quite strange.
Seoryun, one of the kings of the amon continent's many nations, felt a curious sense of novelty upon hearing the Demon King's words. It had been a long time since he'd encountered such an unorthodox and unfiltered ruler.
Ever since he had come of age and traveled the main continent, Seoryun had met too many rulers full of calculation—people who meticulously plotted every step, every move, even predicting multiple outcomes before taking action.
Didn't they find living that way exhausting?
"After all these years, we finally have a normal king," Seoryun sighed.
