As a former Demon King, I opened a tavern in the hero's hometown.
One day, he took in Lillian, a clumsy and injured succubus.
On her first day on the job, she broke a dozen cups and poured ale on the retired paladin's bald head.
"Boss, can dark magic clean the floor?" She asked me, blinking her big innocent eyes.
Looking at the bustling pub in front of me, I silently used my "power of the devil" on cold beer.
Until that day, the former brave team pushed in the door and asked, "Why does this boss look like the demon king we defeated?"
