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... d manner while ever so slightly looking down on my new subjects.


-But, master, you don’t look dignified at all? You just made people want to beat you up, you know?


-Shut up, will ya?


The metal bat tried to get on my nerves again today, but I have become rather used to ignoring her.


“Are you really… Mister, you’re really our new king sent by the Demon God?”


“Oh, I’m a ‘Mister’, now is it?”


“S-sir, are you truly our king ...

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