Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager-Chapter 602 - 309: Whether the Child of an Elf and the Demon King Is a Goblin Depends on the Elf_2

Chapter 602: Chapter 309: Whether the Child of an Elf and the Demon King Is a Goblin Depends on the Elf_2

The fields around the Demon King Castle are filled with slimes.

Tens of thousands of slimes frolic on the plains, like countless azure marbles of varying sizes. Under the clear snowy sky, the plains resemble a giant blue and white checkered blanket.

Not all of them are azure slimes; there are also many slimes of other colors, which are mutated slimes possessing different abilities.

But as far as the eye can see, they’re almost all slimes.

"Is the number of slimes increasing rapidly because the adventurer group can’t catch them?"

Shami watched this scene, amazed and lost in thought for a while.

Soon, he seemed to see a small hand calling for help among the slimes.

Squinting to look, he saw a golden-haired head poking out from a slime mound, with two small hands raised skyward in a plea for help. The next moment, the golden hair was pressed down again by the slimes begging for pats and rubs.

It was obvious without needing to think that the flat golden hair tried to tease the slimes, but was too weak and got overwhelmed by the overly enthusiastic slimes.

Like being pounced on by a bunch of puppies when playing with them at a pet shop.

Shami initially didn’t want to get involved in such matters, but seeing the flat golden hair’s hand gradually getting buried, Shami used the new flying ability he attained after reaching level 45 to fly over.

Flat golden hair, at this rate, even if the Hero arrives, will the Demon King have to let you leave first?

Spying the two little hands of the flat golden hair from above, he pulled her out from the slime mound, then slid his arms under her armpits and hugged her from behind.

The disheveled golden-haired girl took a deep breath, her small mouth slightly open.

"Almost... almost slaughtered them all."

"What are you still pretending for? You were clearly nearly squashed by the slimes!"

Shami flew back to Demon King Castle with the flat golden hair, thinking in mid-air to let the flat golden hair move by herself.

"No way. Elves can’t fly."

"Give it a rest. You just want to save energy."

The golden hair didn’t say a word, silently turned mid-air, and hugged Shami head-on, burying her small face into Shami’s chest.

"So stinky, stay away from me; it’s all slime smell."

Shami remarked disgustedly.

"What smell!?"

The elf maiden hurriedly cleansed herself with self-purifying magic four or five times and then hugged even closer.

Looking down from the sky, the scene in the Demon Realm is quite spectacular now, with monsters everywhere.

Although a considerable number of slimes have returned from outside, the Demon Realm is vast; even just the plains where Demon King Castle is located can easily accommodate the slimes and various other monsters.

Over time, more and more monsters returned to the Demon Realm.

Shami became increasingly busy, needing to handle various affairs, and finally had to meet with the leaders of each race to hear their annual tribal reports.

Even though there’s a protective barrier from the Magical Girl, Shami still takes double precautions.

He dispatched hundreds of skeleton squads to the Demon Realm’s borders at each entry point, inspecting whether the returning monsters accidentally carried any marks left by adventurer groups within fifty kilometers to prevent detection of the Demon Realm.

The side hall on the first floor of the Demon King Castle, besides having a big conference room, also includes a public study. Shami usually works here when not in his private study.

Looking at the piles of documents on the desk, including appeals from various tribes, complaint files, inspection reports, and even love confession letters... Shami felt a headache approaching.

"I thought crossing over to an outerworld meant no more office work. Unexpectedly, there’s even more to deal with than at work."

Recalling the dread of being dominated by work in his previous life, Shami sighed with frustration.

But this time, he couldn’t slack off; as the Demon King, Shami could only slowly pick up the mountain of documents and start reviewing them.

On the sofa nearby, the elf maiden sat cross-legged, absentmindedly flipping through a book in her hands.

Taking advantage of Shami’s engrossment in the documents, the elf maiden quietly lifted her face, secretly observing Shami’s every move, her small foot wrapped in white silk gently curling inward behind her.

So handsome, how can this guy be so charming when seriously working~

So diligent, his profile looks amazing too~

The elf maiden’s restless gaze followed Shami like a stalker, both scared and thrilled, as if she wished to devour Shami whole.

If she spread her legs wide open on that office desk, Shami would examine her just like he’s studying these documents, right?

No, he’d definitely study more meticulously.

Exactly! The elf maiden was being a fangirl!

Any student sitting in the backseat by the window starts daydreaming during study time; this is an iron law anywhere.

And the elf maiden was undoubtedly the queen of the backseat by the window!

Shami had her obediently sit on the sofa with a book on Holy Light Technique, but the moment she opened the book, her mind began to wander.

Daydreaming, indulging in fantasies, ending up fangirling.

"Lureya, why are you staring at me all the time? Do I have words on my face?"

After watching the flat golden hair for a while, Shami suddenly understood what she was up to.

Wasn’t this exactly what he did when reading?

"Eh!"

The elf maiden snapped back to reality, reluctantly breaking the mental image of Shami pinning her down on the desk with his hands pressing her knees, and secretly swallowed the drool pooling in her mouth.

"What if the documents get wet..."

"You still haven’t snapped out of it! How could the documents get wet? What kinds of fantasies are going through your head!"

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