After All, I'm Not a Devil!

[Easy] [Funny] [Mysterious] [Magic] [The male protagonist's succubus buff↑↑↑] (not a real succubus) "There is no doubt that His Excellency Fit Kingsley is the most undisputed person! It was he who made the staid old aristocrats and greedy factory owners sit at the same table! It was he who promoted the popularization of psychological treatment! It was he who made the noble mystics put down their modesty." The living saint, His Excellency Fit Kingsley, was yawning constantly, sitting on the leather chair in the editor-in-chief's office, trying his best to help revise the manuscript in front of him. At Feite's feet was the editor-in-chief, who was bruised and swollen. He was tied tightly with hemp rope and was already unconscious. Not far away, there are scrap manuscripts scattered on the ground, and the title on them can be vaguely seen: "Fit's atmosphere is like a scourge, endangering the empire"