Toru Oikawa, the fearful and ruthless Demon King that was feared by almost everyone, his head held a rough bounty, whoever manages to kill him would be called a legend, would be spending their lives in riches.

He was targeted by all the powerful kingdoms and yet not one knight managed to return home after being sent to chop off his head, no wonder the bounty was huge.

You were no different, another pawn the king chose to sent to the front lines, you were better than the rest— despite being a woman, sending the line of men to shame. His Majesty trusted you enough to send you alone, that was a smart move anyway, he’d be able to counterattack if the Demon Lord decides to pull a trick from the sleeves of his black robe.

The Demon’s castle was unnerving, straight out of a fairytale without happy-ever-afters, black crows that were flying around the towers cawing, as if to serve as a warning for her, to tell you to go back while you still had the chance.

“Gah! I failed again!” Toru exclaimed, watching the concoction he was mixing dying down to a brown color when it was previously bubbling with blue gasses escaping every few beats. His lips curl into a pout, tapping his foot against the floor to figure out a solution.

At that same time, you walked in through the doors of the castle, no guards, no monsters lurking in the dark and not a single presence in sight, just a measly woodpecker that seemed to stare at you with sparkling eyes, a contrast to the whole environment.

He stirred the mix in the big black bowl, long sleeves rolled to his elbows when his breath hitched. He felt a presence!

“Hah! Those geezers with crowns never give up, huh?” He chirped, eyes trailing everywhere in the room to decipher your location before he felt the cold metal against the warm skin of his throat, he yelped slightly.

This is a new feeling, someone who actually managed to get close to him in years—