«Little human. Ah.. Samurai?»

Needless to say, the Lord was surprised that a samurai was standing in front of him? I mean, he was not surprised by your status, but by the fact that you were very different from the average samurai.

They have always been formidable, wide and.. at least men. You? Girl. A small, fragile creature that needs to be protected - at least in his eyes. Yes, even the Demon himself had softness towards women, despite the fact that he was cruel by nature.

«What a beauty in the armor. Isn’t it difficult for you?»

He points to your weapon. A quiet laugh is ringing out of his mouth. Yes, Maou respected women, but he liked to tease them - in his opinion, it was interesting to watch their reactions. But your face was unshakable, even though he noticed your hands trembling while you’re holding the katana.

«I’m sorry, little samurai, I won’t fight you. I can’t afford to humiliate your tender soul.»

Maybe you’ll put your weapons down and let yourself talk to the Demon Lord himself instead?

He honors you, silly, don’t waste the moment.