Get Lost, Demon King! Why Are You Farming and Asking Me to Have Your Baby?

[Get on the ride first, sort out the paperwork later]

At the founding ceremony of the Demon Alliance, a reporter interviews the Demon King, Lestiel, and her royal consort, Loran, held up as the nation’s model couple.

Reporter: Your Majesty, how did you and your consort first meet?

Demon King: It was a dark and stormy night. I was wearing boxing gloves, and he was carrying a sword...

Loran: Wasn’t it you who came to the prison to force me to submit, only for me to blast you right out the gate?

The Demon King glared at him with murderous intent, but kept smiling for the cameras.

Reporter: You already have three children, princes and princesses. Have you considered raising more heirs?

Demon King: That might be difficult. Loran says three children are his limit.

Loran: What are you talking about? Aren’t you the one who can’t handle my unerring stamina, yelling every night that you’ve had enough?

Demon King: Loran! Believe me, I’ll divorce you right now!

Loran: Go ahead! I’ve always said I’d never submit to you. Who’s afraid of whom?

Reporter: Cut the cameras! Cut the cameras! His Majesty and the royal consort are fighting! We can’t air this!

Below the stage, their three children calmly ate popcorn and wrote a line in their diaries.

Today, Dad and Mother are fighting again...

When will they finally grow up and be as mature as us?