NTR?

“Haa…… I’m bored to death. Being the Demon King isn’t nearly as enjoyable a position as I thought it would be.”

A pale girl wandered beneath the bright sunlight, carrying a black parasol trimmed with red frills. Her hair, whiter than silver, fluttered as she surveyed her surroundings with red eyes. Astonishingly, she was none other than Mortia, the Four Heavenly Kings’ ‘Blood Lord.’

Even more astonishing was that the Blood Lord was openly roaming southern Sleris right now.

As if it were her own front yard.

And yet, the beastkin paid her no mind. They merely passed by and thought, ‘Wow, what a gorgeous girl!’ No one reacted as if a calamity had invaded their country.

Sadly, that was because the beastkin didn’t even know what Mortia looked like.

Everyone who had ever met her either never returned alive or came back as a vampire, so no one could have known who she was.

“Heh heh heh. Why not visit the front lines for a change, Lady Mortia? If you showed your face, your followers would surely be delighted and conquer Sleris even faster.”

“I’ll pass on such bothersome affairs. Besides, a ruler ought to remain dignified. How could I stoop to the vulgar act of visiting the front lines for fun?”

Mortia lightly dismissed the suggestion from Heinz, her first follower and the man serving as her butler...