Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager-Chapter 717 - 365: Please Marry Me (The End)

The three girls seriously stared at Shami.

Suddenly, as if facing a life-and-death separation, the joyous atmosphere at the dining table vanished.

Shami stood up, slamming both hands on the table.

"Saili is just working at the tower, isn’t she? She usually comes back whenever she has time, roughly once a week, just like a boarding high school student. Why is everyone acting like she’s the captain of the Flying Dutchman and can only come ashore once every ten years? Is it because she hasn’t been back for the past half month? But I’ve been keeping in touch with her; she’s been busy with some thesis, so she doesn’t have time to come home."

The three girls waved their little hands simultaneously.

"That’s not the point."

"You and Saili are just holding hands, right? About the same progress as I was a day ago."

"I can’t wait for four people any longer."

"Well, since the third one is here, I don’t mind a fourth. But there’s one condition: make me a permanent shield magic."

"I hear magical girls tend to play pretty loosely."

"Is-is that so! (Excited)"

Shami looked speechlessly at the three lustful girls, leaving the table alone.

"Eat properly, you gossiping trio."

The three girls glanced at each other.

Elze blinked in confusion: "Is Shami angry?"

Lureya took a deep breath: "No. My nose doesn’t smell anger."

Lina put Shami’s unfinished food onto her own plate: "Don’t waste food, everyone."

"Needs a lesson. Lina, let Shami see who the master is tonight."

"Yay!"

"Is Elze coming too?"

"Can I join too? That’s too, too fast..."

"Then just spectate first, join anytime you get interested~"

"Yay!"

"Just shut up with the ’yay,’ Lina."

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...

In the gentle breeze of the afternoon, the spring sun bathed the skin, warm and not scorching.

Shami sat on the slanted tiles atop a spire of the Demon King Castle, quietly enjoying the wind blowing from all directions.

From his vantage point, he could see the enormous wisteria tree spirit living beside the Demon King Castle.

The three girls were having a barbecue, their light-hearted chatter floating along with the aroma of grilled meat.

A few bouncing slimes approached, caught by the girls and tied together to make a soft, bouncy slime trampoline.

Another week had sneakily passed since Elze’s joining.

The magical girl still hadn’t returned, not due to any life-threatening danger or identity exposure leading to captivity.

It’s purely because after becoming the Saintess, she had to write a thesis with significant impact, forcing her to spend all day in the library at the tower, constantly losing hair and researching.

For this, the magical girl even developed a magic to reduce hair loss.

Though miles apart, Shami often chatted with the magical girl, having a phone call of about half an hour every night.

Listening to the magical girl’s complaints, saying comforting words, and chatting about what’s happened on both sides.

Shami could say he truly experienced the taste of a long-distance relationship in this life.

From recent chats with the magical girl, it’s clear she’s nearly completed the final draft of her thesis.

In other words, in one or two days, the magical girl will be able to return to the Demon Realm. For this, the three girls by the tree spirit are thinking about how to celebrate the magical girl’s thesis launch.

But ah.

Due to her special identity, the magical girl cannot stay long in the Demon King Castle.

She will eventually take over the tower, becoming its true ruler.

Staying in the tower, becoming the Protective Goddess of Saint Karno City, harnessing the top human magic power, and becoming the backbone of the future Hero Expedition against the Demon King.

Thinking about this, Shami couldn’t help but chuckle.

Ha. My wife coming to defeat me. Is there anything more absurd in the world?

"Shami~"

On the grass, the three girls were waving at him.

"Come down and play together."

"Hiding alone in such a high place, you’ll easily become the fringe member ousted from the small group."

Shami looked down at the three sun-bathed, glittering girls.

He never imagined these three girls could get along so well, with no hard feelings between them.

Due to no longer vying against each other for faction rivalry, the three have become even friendlier, almost like sisters of different parents.

Playing both on and off the bed, truly together.

Feeling the changes in the three girls, Shami was also searching for changes within himself.

As Elze said, the significance of feelings doesn’t just lie in oneself but also in the people one cares about.

If you truly care for that person, you should honestly express your feelings.

Expressing feelings is a challenging task, so sometimes, in the face of emotions, one might choose to avoid, to play dumb and act silly. No matter the choice, at the root, it’s avoiding responsibility.

Watching the cheerful girls below, Shami slowly stood up, first with a self-mocking smile, then a resolutely bright smile willing to protect them for life. He could no longer evade.

"Lureya, Lina, Elze."

The three girls steadying themselves on the slime trampoline looked up questioningly.

The sunlight enveloped Shami, even squinting only revealed his silhouette.

"What’s up?"

"———"

Shami’s voice echoed from high above.