Chapter 220 – Honeymoon With the Devil #03

We can be sure that Yang Hee-min’s life is quite unfortunate.
Because it was a life like a comprehensive gift set of unhappiness that ordinary people can experience in life.
That’s why, when I was living as ‘Yang Hee-min’, there were many things I longed for, and there were many things I wanted to try.

Go to a family restaurant with your family or friends.
Go with your lover to a dating spot researched on the Internet.

There were many other things, but the bucket list that I had the deepest delusion and infatuation with was none other than ‘marriage’.
Newlyweds, the sweetest end of all romances, isn’t it the happiest ending I could have dreamed of without a family?
As much as I always had indirect experiences through dramas, movies, and novels, I had the most earnest hope.

I want to get out of this narrow, dirty, stuffy, moldy semi-basement and live happily in a nest with my loved one.

But the newlywed life I had imagined was not like this.
I didn’t even want it to be done in this form.

“So now… You want me to become the Duke of Hell?”

I asked, looking at Mephisto with a desperate desire to deny the reality at the sudden sound like thunder from the sky.
No, of course I must have heard it wrong. Unless Mephisto is out of his mind, he can’t seriously say such a thing…

“Yes! Right! You heard me right! I want Artin to be the ruler instead of me!”

There was. Let’s admit it. Mephisto must have been out of his mind.
I should have recognized him from the time he forced me to tie me to the bed and seduced me with my body, saying that he was a friend of his.

“You’re out of your mind, Artin too! If it was another demon, I would have snapped my fingers and destroyed it right away♡”
“That’s what you’re going to say while showing hearts as if you’re acting cute, Mephisto? And I told you to stop reading your mind!”
“Hurt! Hit me! Jim’s little rabbit! Artin hit Jim!”
“…It deserved it, well…”

It was clear that Al’Miraz was just as dissatisfied with this absurd development as I was, but he couldn’t bear to show any real rebellion or dissatisfaction.

If that’s dissatisfaction, Mephisto stroked the area hit by the honey chestnut and glared at Al’Miraj fiercely.

“Again, I hit you again..! I haven’t been hit by anyone since the Great War…!”
“I’m sorry Mephisto, I don’t really want to do a hand-to-hand sword either. But I have to do it because I love you. Can you understand?”
“Yeah♡ I can’t help it if I love you!”

Easy. It’s surprisingly easy. Softness was the biggest problem now for this loved one, so I let out a sigh of relief.

“Mephisto, I know you want to make my bucket list come true. And I am really grateful.”
“Hee hee, I knew Artin would like it too!”
“But this is not it. What do I know about Hell to scheme? It is too heavy a position to take on just because I want to see you go to work.”

I had no choice but to pour water on Mephisto’s excited mood his. It was unavoidable.

‘What do I need to know about hell to do?’

It’s been 21 years since I’ve been in this world, but there are still many things I don’t know about this world.
I don’t know about the goddess, I don’t know much about the status window, and of course I only have fragmentary knowledge about demons and hell.

Is that me taking on the responsibility of being the Duke of Hell and Mephisto’s second-in-command? Perhaps a proper throne would be absolutely impossible.

“And I decided to go to lunchtime? Rather than doing a bucket list that takes too long, wouldn’t it be better to try a lighter bucket list? Come to think of it, going to karaoke with my ex-girlfriend seems to have been on my bucket list…”

So, in order to avoid the stigma of being a parachute duke, I began to appease Mephisto by gently stroking the crown of the head that had just been beaten.
To be honest, I don’t want to worry about ruling for less than half a day.

“Huhuhu, Artin, do I know everything about Artin’s worries?”
“Okay? Then…”
“Don’t worry too much! Even if you give a rough order, the guys below will take care of it! You just have to order!”

With those words, Al’Miraj thumped her forehead. It was a part where you could feel the grievances of the demons under Mephisto.
When I put on a slightly despairing expression, Mephisto gently hugged me and patted my back.

“Artin, I am Mephistopheles, overlord of contracts that grants wishes in exchange for contracts. It is my duty to fulfill any impossible contract if the price is paid.”

Mephisto whispered to me with a voice so calm that I couldn’t believe he was a child who had been sick all night before, and smiled softly.

“I got paid too much from you, are you the only friend and lover who taught me love, friendship, and happiness?”
“Mephisto…”
“So I will try to make everything you want come true. That your wishes will come true in the order you want them to come true. Okay?”

When it came out like this, I was at a loss for what to say. Mephisto remembers the half-forgotten bucket list as if it were his own wish his, and he wants to grant it.
How could that heart not be grateful? I could clearly feel Mephisto’s consideration and love for me.

“Then wouldn’t it be easier to do things like a cleaner or gardener… ?”
“No! That’s not cool! Jim’s husband should only do the coolest things! Okay?”

But no matter how much I thought about it, it was clear that this strange obstinacy was selfish. Is sitting on the throne with me and ruling hell on Mephisto’s bucket list?

“Al’ Miraz. Can you help me If I continue like this, I will really become the regent!”
“…If it’s ruling, I’ll do my best to help. It’s impossible for me to stop…”

Unbelievable. The last Al’Miraj I trusted averted my gaze.
Instead, Mephisto’s burdensome eyes stabbed my heart.

*

Haha…”

Why am I weak against the foolishness of lovers? I started to feel weird at the thought of doing it.
No, it’s not lovers, it’s just Tal being too weak for others. Sometimes you have to know how to be strict.

“Ruler! Hurry up and start working! Didn’t you always say weak words to Jim about having a lot of work, Satanachia?”
“That, that. So, ha…”

Even if it appeared in reality, a great devil who would single-handedly annihilate the demon army without a demon king, looked at Mephisto’s notice and cried and sighed as if frustrated.

“That person is Mephisto-sama’s actual second-in-command, Satanachia-sama. In fact, he is the one who takes care of all the important tasks of Mephisto-kun.”

Ah, you must have been Mephisto’s babysitter. I felt pity.

“…Well, the first item. The Overlord’s wife and the great Duke of Hell, Artin…Ludwig.”

Chirit, Mephisto glered at Satanachia, who stuttered.

“…Ludwig ‘Sir’.”

Okay, Mephisto came back with a happy expression and played with my hand.

“…First of all, the first thing Ludwig-sama will handle is to decide on a successor for Azugudan, the Great General of Lava.”

When Satanachia snapped his fingers, related documents spread out in front of me like a status window.

“The territory of Azgudan, the great general of lava, was an important territory as it bordered the territory of other rulers of hell. The problem is that since Mephisto-sama purged Azgudan last time, Azugudan’s family hasn’t been able to send out a proper successor.”
“..A purge?”
“That’s it, go against Mephisto-sama’s heart and stop talking back..”

Al’Miraj whispered in my ear, trying to explain as best I could hear, but the goat-headed demon named Satanachia, like a second-in-command, had good ears, and his fists her trembled as if he heard her words her.

“…Originally, the family of Grand General Yongam was famous for its violent nature. The territory of Grand General Yongam, who lost his head in a situation where he could not decide on a proper successor, is currently in a state of civil war. A situation where other overlords are aiming for that gap and sending Sejak to our territory. We need to get things done ASAP.”
“Hmm, that sounds like an emergency. I need to think about it a little, but how quickly is it an issue?”
“Right now.”
“Yes? As far as I know, I heard that the 12 families are the officers closest to Mephisto. Is it necessary to decide such a successor so quickly?”

I was going to turn it into a meeting to buy some time, then leave the choice to someone else and go back to the human world?

“It’s been quite some time since Mephisto gave up his official duties to prepare a present for Artin Ludwig. In the first place, it has already been over a month since the death of Grand General Yongam, and he has not yet decided on a successor.”
“…One month?”
“To be exact, more than a month has passed. Because it happened before Mephisto-nim came down to the human world, saying it was more ‘interesting’.”

Advent of Mephisto? I mean, it happened before the rose crown incident, but you’re still neglecting it?
When I looked at Mephisto in bewilderment, Mephisto furrowed his brows with an expression of disgust.

“Aren’t you bothered? They should just decide among themselves and ask them to appoint them as their subordinates.”
“…”
“In the first place, I have ministers because I am troublesome to rule, so why should I pay attention to the affairs of my subjects? At that time, I will see Artin sleeping one more time.”

Little by little, the seriousness of the situation began to be recognized. So this…

‘Did the king get lost in sodomy and shut himself up in the palace, abandoning the affairs of state to me?’

And thinking that I was the owner of that blue color, I felt more sorry for Mephisto’s subordinate demons. I didn’t mean to.

‘..Is it right for me to clean up after myself? This is a headache.’

In the end, since it was my fault that Mephisto didn’t do anything, I began to think that I had to do something.

**

Puduk puduk, Satanachia gnashed his teeth internally, but she couldn’t express it.
That hateful human who ruined the lord was in front of his eyes her, but it was because his lord his, Mephisto, continued to glare at him right next to the human.

‘Even though he had a boring personality, Mephisto-nim, who handled necessary tasks when asked, was possessed by me, that human…!’

Suddenly, if you were a true loyalist, wouldn’t it be right to kill that person right here and now? He even heard the urge to do it, but at Mephisto’s eyes his, which seemed to pierce even his innermost thoughts his, Satana Chia had to hold back his anger by bowing his head.

“So… Hmm… This Yeongji… Is the eldest son”
“Certainly… The rocky mountain… Asmodeus… “

Even more irritating was looking at the papers while being whispered by Al’Miraz standing next to him that he knew what a human being was.

‘Do you seriously think that children and humans can understand the complex hierarchies, interests, and politics of hell?’

It was impossible. Devils are beings driven by the pursuit of endless pleasure and the realization of their desires.

It was the document I was looking at that had been sorted out as much as possible, but who would have a headache if politics could be done in writing?

Satana Chia was not even sure of his own eyes. Because he himself is a being with the devil’s instinct to greed for his own interests, he might try to choose a good candidate to deal with with his own greed.

But making decisions with the advice of a devil who is only less than 100 years old? I can’t directly criticize her because she’s the daughter of a genie, but there was a high possibility that she would make a selfish choice for her family rather than benefiting everyone.

‘That’s why I need Mephisto-sama’s objective eyes…!’

Only Mephistopheles, who was indifferent to everything, would be able to make a cool-headed judgment that did not contain any desire in such an important matter.

‘Yes, if those rabbits or humans try to control Hell with their personal greed… I have no choice but to kill them with my own hands!’

Pudeuk, it was the moment when Satanachia decided to do so, giving strength to his grip.

“Did you say Satanachia? Satanachia, who do you think she would be a suitable candidate?”
“…Now, are you asking for my opinion?”
“Yes, I heard that you are the one who was in charge of most of the important conversations by Mephisto’s side.”

What. Are you testing yourself now? Satanachia felt her body her tremble with her confusion and rage.
Maybe she’s trying to make fun of herself. Even though she was called the second factor, wasn’t it her own situation that she was pushed out by a human who came from somewhere?
Grinding her teeth again, slowly suppressing her anger, Satana Chia managed to open her mouth.

“…I don’t know what you’re asking for my opinion, but to put it bluntly, I think Azugudan’s younger brother, Fire Lord Ragrok, is the most suitable to succeed to the position of Grand General of Lava.”

The fire lord Ragrok, most of the nobility of hell were reluctant.
The reason is that it is too powerful. Having been at the forefront of the Great War with his older brother Azu Gudan, he already has the power and status that would not be strange to say that he is a warlord with his territory.

‘If he becomes the successor, he would be best to rectify the dizzying lava general’s territory…’

In that case, the power of the Yongam Daejanggun’s family will grow even greater than before.
If it was Satanachia herself, she would have the confidence to control such a Ragrok, but the other nobles would feel the burden of the powerful Lava Grand General family.
So, of course, rather than him, he would pick Argutan, his eldest son his, or Morgoth, his second son his, and try to undermine his influence. Because that would be a good way to hold the reins later.

‘The demon family of the contract is similar. A genie would undoubtedly choose his second son his, Morgoth, and support him to interfere in the internal affairs of the family of the Great Lava. Al’Miraj, her daughter her, will also be different…’
“Then let’s do Ragrok. It definitely seems like a good choice. Al’Miraz?”

…Well? Satanachia had to doubt his own ears her. What did she say now?

“Yes, it certainly seems like Satanachia-sama’s discerning choice. In order to take control of the territory in a situation where we are currently being checked by other forces, it would be better for a seasoned advanced demon to take the place.”
“That’s right, the position of Marquess gives strength as long as it doesn’t pose a threat to the center. Certainly, the demon named Ragrok seems to have sufficient ability to take a strong stand against conflicts with other forces.”
“Azgudan’s two sons will rebel a little, but if it’s Ragrok-nim, he’ll be able to control the young devil with his own influence on him.”
“Good. As Satana Chia said, I will appoint a demon named Lagroc as his successor her. Do you have any objections?”
“Uh..? Uh…?”

An inexplicable development took place for Satanachia.
Why does he make a decision based on his own advice after reasonable consideration and discussion?

“Hey, do you have any objections? Or are there other issues to keep in mind?”
“Oh no! No! I just wondered if it would be okay if I didn’t listen to Mephisto-sama’s opinion!”
“I hear that, but it’s okay to do what I decided, Mephisto?”
“Yeah ♡ If Artin wants it, is it okay to appoint an imp as his successor his?”
“Mephisto doesn’t seem to have any disagreements. Please bring me the next agenda.”

Satanachia’s pupils began to shake as if an earthquake had struck. The meeting he had known was not like this.

Originally, Mephisto looked at their report his with indifferent eyes, and made a decision according to his mood his that day. However, the decision maker was not Mephisto. He said it was because he didn’t want to take responsibility.

Because of this, he always tied his arms and decided on policies, led, endured all sorts of criticism and notoriety, and suffered from endless overwork in the midst of the filthy conflict of interests of the twelve retainers.

In particular, if it’s a serious agenda like this, it should be implemented after preparing for the risk after a week-long discussion…?

“Um, then… The decision maker on that issue is Artin-sama… ?”
“Well. If I do it, it will be troublesome to follow up, so Mephisto will decide for himself. Isn’t that more comfortable?”
“Ah, yes. You’re right. That will be a great help for processing! Haha, it’s been so long since an agenda was handled in Mephisto’s name…!”
“It can be. Then could you bring me the next item? I don’t have much time.”
“Ah! Yes! All right! The next item on the agenda is the issue of border friction with Baalzebub’s army…!”

At that, Satana Chia nodded his head hurriedly, then snapped his fingers and began to levitate the new paper.
When the five cases, which would normally have taken another month to be dealt with, were dealt with in less than an hour, Satanachia began to hold the emotions she felt for the first time in her life.

‘What…? What is the happy feeling tickling this heart…?’

That was love The purest kindness you can have for the person who made you happy.
Satanachia began to feel her love for Artin.