Why I Quit Being the Demon King Chapter 61

Why I Quit Being the Demon King

Chapter 14: Hiring a New Butler (4)

On a lazy afternoon, Zeke hurriedly woke up Deus, who was taking a nap.

“Lord Deus.”

“What is it?”

“A guest has arrived.”

“What kind of guest?”

“They saw the advertisement for hiring a butler and came over.”

“Ah, right. I did place that ad.”

Deus stretched, lowering his legs from the sofa table.

The human body was always so uncomfortable; it would go numb, throb, and ache all too easily.

He rolled his neck until it cracked and then stood up.

“Let them in.”

“Yes, sir.”

Led by Zeke into the back room was a man who appeared to be in his twenties.

He was a handsome youth, of delicate stature, with features so fine that he could easily be mistaken for a woman.

His clothes were unremarkable, except for the distinctive bandanna he wore on his head.

“Disqualified.”

“What?”

Zeke exclaimed, clearly flustered.

“He looks too weak. Does that body look like it was trained in swordsmanship?”

The handsome youth stepped forward.

“I have something specific I’d like to discuss with you. Would you please hear me out, if only for a moment?”

The situation felt odd.

Despite the frank dismissal right to his face, the young man didn’t seem perturbed.

His calm voice and dignified speech left even Deus momentarily at a loss for words.

“Zeke.”

“Yes, Lord Deus.”

“Go back to the shop.”

“As you command.”

Once Zeke left, only Deus and the young man remained in the reception room.

Deus gestured to the couch across from where he sat.

“Take a seat.”

“Yes.”

“You know I’m looking to hire a butler, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I am not someone who respects butlers.”

“I believe it is natural to comfortably order a subordinate around.”

“Good that you understand. So, what is it that you wanted to say? If it’s nothing of importance, know that I’ll charge you for the time you’ve wasted.”

“First, let me introduce myself.”

“Go on.”

“My name is Skatul El Toran.”

“Can I just call you Skatul?”

“Yes.”

“So?”

“You don’t seem surprised.”

“Why should I be?”

“You’ve heard my name, yet you don’t react.”

“Because you’re an elf?”

At Deus’s question, the man named Skatul looked surprised and slowly removed his bandanna.

Pointy ears jutted out – a clear sign of an elf.

The Elves, a mysterious race, lived in the Horsetail Forest in the northeastern part of the Horseshoe Continent.

“Truly unexpected. You’re not surprised.”

“Why would I be?”

“Because I’m an elf.”

“There are dwarves, so why not elves? What’s so surprising about that?”

“Well…”

“Don’t strut because you’re an elf. In a world where demons, dragons, and heroes roam, being an elf is nothing to boast about.”

“I wasn’t boasting.”

“Then what is it? Why are you beating around the bush?”

“Well, it’s just that…”

Skatul felt his plan of action was unraveling from the get-go.

He didn’t expect someone to treat an elf with such disregard.

In fact, from Deus’s point of view, with even genuine gold dragons working as part-time staff, the arrival of an elf was hardly surprising.

“You’re not about to tell me that being an elf is your only qualification, are you? Did you expect me to exclaim, ‘Oh, an elf! Please, be my butler. I’ll entrust you with the keys to my treasure’?”

“That’s not it…”

“Forget it. So, what can you do well? You can crunch numbers, right?”

“To a certain extent, I can.”

“I don’t need ‘to a certain extent.’ My shop needs to be run.”

“I can do it.”

“And your swordsmanship?”

“I’m competent to a certain extent…”

“An indecisive brat, aren’t you? If you’re not first-rate, just say you can’t do it.”

“How can one say such a thing about oneself?”

“Are you not even capable of that?”

“I am capable.”

“So, when you say ‘to a certain extent,’ do you mean you could be the champion of a nation?”

“The champion – what do you mean by that?”

“Can you be or not?”

Skatul sighed briefly.

“Things are much messier than I heard.”

“I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I won’t hire you unless you’re first-rate. If you want an apprenticeship, that’s three months as a trainee, half the salary of the other employees. Beg on your knees saying ‘Please employ me,’ and I might consider it.”

“Lord Deus. No, should I address you as Demiurge the 666th?”

“So you’ve heard that side of the story?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not just a simple elf, then?”

“That’s correct. But for now, I would prefer to remain ‘just an elf.’”

“So you want me to hire you without knowing your true identity?”

“Yes.”

“Even though I don’t know whether you’re a foe or an ally? Whether you’re a dragon or a high-level mage?”

“I assure you, I am competent. So much so that you might not guess my true identity.”

“Should I employ you, do not defy me. Make a wrong move, and I’ll kill you.”

“Are you openly threatening your prospective employee?”

“If you don’t like it, leave. After all, you must want something from me to be so eager to become my butler, right?”

“That’s true.”

Skatul scratched his cheek and nodded.

“Let me make myself clear, while I serve under your employment as a butler, I will be loyal. However, the day I leave will be of my choosing.”

“You’re declaring your intent to betray me openly?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I like that answer. You’re hired. Salary is five silver nobles.”

“Do you provide room and board?”

“Fend for yourself.”

“You’re stingy.”

“If you don’t perform up to the money I’m paying, I’ll cut you loose immediately.”

“Leave it to me.”

“In that case, welcome aboard.”

With a toast of their cups filled with drink, Deus and the gold dragon Yulgeem, together with Zeke and the new butler Skatul, gathered at Zeke’s market stall just after the weapon shop closed.

“What does that mean, ‘welcome aboard’? You hired a butler?”

Yulgeem asked, puzzled.

“An apprentice is so indifferent to the management of the shop.”

“An apprentice shouldn’t be expected to have the mindset of a boss.”

Yulgeem tossed a comment and looked at Skatul, who was wearing a beaming smile, pretending to be a nice guy.

Actually, he wasn’t a person at all, being an elf with pointy ears.

“My name is Skatul.”

“I’m Yulgeem.”

“Ah! Mr. Yulgeem. That’s an unusual name.”

“More unusual than an elf? But it’s rare for an elf to seek work in the human world, leaving the Horsetail Forest…”

“There are some circumstances.”

“Circumstances?”

“To be frank, it’s because of the dragons.”

Yulgeem almost spat out the drink he had taken a gulp of, splashing it.

Deus, sitting next to him, picked up his cup and chopsticks, nimbly dodging the spill.

“Yuck.”

“Sorry.”

Yulgeem wiped the table while looking at Skatul.

“Dragons, you say… Those creatures don’t usually live in your area.”

“That’s correct. Until quite recently, that was true. But lately… something has happened and the dragons have started to take over the forest, attacking the elves.”

“Crazy dragons.”

“They didn’t seem crazy. On the contrary, they were seizing territory and establishing power as if they were conducting military operations. It was as if they were building a kingdom.”

“That’s… unusual.”

Yulgeem frowned, tilting his head in thought.

It had only been a few months since he’d taken on human form, and now this…

Dragons would typically inhabit their realm, only interacting with the human world in very limited instances, often disguised as humans.

“Quite the story.”

Deus crossed his arms.

“Our elf community is isolated in creating a distinct civilization, which is why this story has not yet spread to the human world. Anyway, that’s the reason I left my homeland and came here.”

“Zeke.”

“Yes, Lord Deus.”

“What do you think?”

“Shouldn’t we help them?”

“Why?”

“Because… you’re a hero.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Then pack your things. We leave tomorrow.”

“As you will.”

“Hey, butler.”

“Yes, master.”

“You’ll have to be our guide. We’re going to confront those dragons occupying the elves’ forest.”

“Understood. But what about the shop? I have yet to learn anything about the business.”

“Don’t worry. The others will manage fine without me.”

“Master.”

“Hm?”

“A fundamental question… is a butler really necessary?”

“Of course, he is. Otherwise, who am I gonna call when I need something done? Hey, butler, fetch me some water, like that.”

“Isn’t that more of an errand boy, not a butler?”

“What’s the difference?”

Skatul gave a sly grin.

“If the master says so, then that’s what it is.”

“A fine attitude. My previous butler would always object to everything and wouldn’t budge an inch.”

They finished their toast, and Deus sent everyone home, looking forward to tomorrow morning.

Yulgeem added one last comment.

“Always doing as they please. The Horsetail Forest, huh… The whisper of demons from the underground kingdom Malkuth was located in the posterior part of Horseshoe Continent.

And the elf kingdom in Horsetail Forest sat on a peninsula stretching northeast from there.

The softly rolling hills of Horsetail boasted a vast coniferous forest.

The sheer scale of the forest, as well as the centuries-old meticulously maintained trees, presented a spectacle unlike any other on the continent.

The elves loved their forest.

It was their utmost virtue to care for it diligently, sustaining their wealth by exporting well-managed lumber, its by-products, and their crafts.

While relatively peaceful, they boasted nimble agility and a deep understanding of spirits, with a magic system to support them in warfare.

No nation dared cross the borders of Horsetail. Their peace had lasted tens of thousands of years.

“Butler.”

Skatul, sitting in the driver’s seat, turned to Deus.

“Yes, master.”

“Heroes help others out of goodness, but I’m different.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“You’ll collect our payments.”

“Don’t worry. If I must negotiate with the village chiefs, I can fetch quite a sum.”

“Good, good. You were a countryman here until yesterday, but now you’re just a money pouch waiting to be seized.”

Yulgeem spoke up.

“Do take it easy. Why do you want to turn a decent man into a professional traitor?”

“When one’s under my command, they should be willing to give even their life for me.”

“What? You expect someone to give their life for half a gold coin? That’s shameless.”

Deus ignored her comment and continued to speak to Skatul.

“I miss the guy who used to explain everything without being asked, but why would dragons suddenly want to build a kingdom?”

“I’m not quite sure. Not long ago, nine dragons suddenly appeared and demanded the elf kingdom’s surrender.”

“Nine?”

“Yes. Their leader is a blue dragon named Octar.”

At the mention of Octar, Deus glanced at Yulgeem, who slowly nodded.

The twelve dragons.

One of the names of the twelve fierce dragons who, along with Zune, Zuly, and Agusta, led a hardline faction.

“So subtract three from twelve and you get nine. Not a coincidence then.”

“Do you have a lead?”

“Well, it seems the dragons have their reasons. I thought they’d be tightly united around the Dragon God, but some are blatantly defying it.”



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