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Aser woke up and went straight to the bathroom. This is because she, who must always be full of dignity, cannot show her eyes or hair being disheveled in front of the servants.

Besides, there was now a man in this house. Even though I was a slave, I didn’t want to look disheveled in front of the opposite sex.

After quickly washing his face with cold water in the bathroom, Aser opened his mouth with a surprised expression when he saw the slave in front of him.

“No. 25?”

Number 25 was standing in front of her, holding a white towel. Number 25 turned his gaze downward, stretched out the towel to her as politely as possible, and spoke in a trembling voice.

“I think you might need this… !”

I don’t know how he knew and followed me, but I definitely went faster than usual today, so I didn’t have time to bring a separate towel. Aser hid his embarrassed expression and managed to regain his composure by keeping his expression as calm as possible.

In a blunt voice, he wiped his face with the towel in No. 25’s hand and ordered him to leave.

“Okay, thank you. You can go now.”

Number 25 bowed his head and carefully disappeared from sight without making a sound. While looking at the back of No. 25, another person also came into Aser’s field of vision.

The image of Charlotte hiding behind a pillar and smiling.

Only then did this whole situation make sense. Aser clutched the damp towel and looked at Charlotte.

After No. 25 disappeared, Charlotte quietly approached Aser, who was glaring at her with a sly smile on his face.

“Demon King~ You must keep your body. What should I do if I leave in such a hurry in the morning? Is it okay if I show you this side of me already? Could the Demon King’s dignity fall to the ground?”

Aser let out a long sigh toward the floor and spoke in resignation.

“It’s all your fault, right?”

There was only one person in this demon kingdom who could monitor Aser’s every move from morning, and that was Charlotte.

“Are you doubting me? I just went to No. 25 and asked him if he wanted to help the Demon King. ”

Aser couldn’t say anything to Charlotte, who responded with a smile as bright as a flower. Could it be that No. 25 really came all the way here holding a towel for Aser himself?

There was a feeling, but no physical evidence. In the end, Aser went down to the first floor feeling a little uneasy. When I went down to the first floor, number 25, who had handed me a towel, was already kneeling on the floor and mopping.

Just as I was about to get close to him and say hello, another maid came quickly and started scolding No. 25 by pointing a point at him.

“What should I do if I mop like this? Then it gets even dirtier! Didn’t I tell you how to do it earlier?”

At that moment, something surged in Aser’s heart. When I saw someone other than myself scolding No. 25, a part of my heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle. Aser immediately approached the maid and asked in an overbearing manner.

“What are you doing now?”

The maid who was looking for No. 25 saw Aser and immediately bowed her head, taking half a step away from No. 25.

It wasn’t the usual gentle morning greeting. The maid could feel that she had done something wrong without realizing it.

Aser sighed heavily and gestured for the maid to go away before speaking.

“This is not a slave brought in to clean. Go away.”

The maid bowed her head with a trembling body and returned to the original cleaning area, while No. 25 held the mop she had been wiping the floor with both hands so tightly that it was crumpled and gathered it to her chest.

Number 25 naturally thought he had made a mistake. Is it possible that the Demon King is angry because I cleaned strangely? That worry wrapped itself around his chest again.

In the end, a moist apple reflexively came out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry… . This is my first time doing something like this… I asked that person for help in order to somehow be of help to the Demon King… .”

Number 25, who said that, was frowning as if he was going to cry at any moment. The moisture in his voice represented his feelings.

Men tend to shed tears when something happens, and No. 25 was no exception.

Aser pressed his temple, then grabbed No. 25’s fragile wrist, which looked like it might break at any moment, and lifted him up.

Number 25, who was instantly lifted up by Aser’s hand and stood up, looked at her blankly.

Aser slightly bent his knees and spoke softly as he brushed off a lot of dust from No. 25’s clothes.

“There is no need to cry. You did it for me, right? It is commendable that a slave who has spent his entire life locked in a cage tries to do something for himself. Because outside this castle, there are trash everywhere that can’t even do that.”

Those words made a big impression on No. 25. I felt like my efforts were recognized. He was just trying to do anything to save his own life, and he thought it seemed good to Aser.

And that was actually one of the things that changed Aser’s perception of No. 25 for the better.

It may be presumptuous to say this, but District 7 was full of trash.

Trash who only cares about their own interests. Villains who have long since forgotten about sacrificing themselves for others.

Aser, who grew up watching such guys and eventually became the king of District 7 following in his father’s footsteps, was feeling skeptical about the residents of District 7.

Why on earth do I have to live for these guys? Such thoughts tormented Aser from time to time.

However, a slave who could not even see the light of day was trying to survive somehow. I have already learned how to sacrifice myself for others. Of course, such an altruistic appearance could not help but be seen as pretty by Aser.

Aser slowly put a pleasant smile on his lips and held No. 25’s hand.

“Eat from breakfast. I will tell you what to do later.”

“Yes!”

Number 25 answered brightly for the first time since coming to the Demon King’s Castle.

My face still gets hot when I think of the walk I started yesterday led by a leash, but there was a bright light in Aser that made me forget the shame of that walk.

With this person, I can proudly open my heart to the family members who have died. It was a car that felt that way.

Arriving at the restaurant, Aser naturally sat down at the table located in the center. Seat number 25 had been designated as the seat next to Aser without his knowledge.

No. 25’s mouth automatically drooled at the meal in front of him. I saw it yesterday too, but these were foods that made me unable to take my eyes off them.

I was unable to properly escape from the cage, and the meals I ate were always trash that looked like porridge mixed with something.

At the time, I enjoyed it without even knowing that it was food waste, but after coming here, I realized that it was trash.

As the words “You can eat” fell from Aser’s mouth, No. 25 held the tableware in front of him in an unnatural way.

As No. 25 kept losing the fork from his hand due to his inexperienced hands, Aser spoke again.

“That’s not how you do it. Now, hold your hand like this.”

Aser personally held No. 25’s hand and taught him how to use a fork and knife.

It was an unfamiliar sensation at first, but with the few points he received during that one breakfast, No. 25 became more and more proficient, and eventually reached a point where he could properly finish a meal on his own.

‘It’s fast.’

Aser thought.

He was not good at teaching others. Charlotte had always told Aser that the Demon King was the type that moved his body instinctively and did not think much, so he was immature at teaching others.

She taught him how to hold a fork and knife a few times, and No. 25 began to use them skillfully, as if he had been using them all his life.

Could this intelligence also be the influence of the dragon? do.

What kind of monster will be created if this servant is injected with the knowledge from the Demon King’s Castle? Wouldn’t it be possible to have the force to go beyond Area 7 and eventually reach Area 1?

With such anticipation, Aser quietly finished breakfast.

Aser wiped his mouth with dignity and spoke to No. 25.

“After you finish eating, follow Charlotte who is waiting outside. She will tell you what to do. Oh, Charlotte is the maid you met when you first came here, so don’t get confused this time.”

The maid I met when I first came was a maid with white hair and a slightly friendly appearance. When he thought of her, No. 25 remembered what happened in the bathhouse and his face turned red.

Wouldn’t it be possible to do it again?

Recalling that feeling and filled with anticipation, No. 25 bowed his head and went outside.