Prologue
His beautiful Majesty.
His pitch black eyes shine in the sunlight, his royal hair, soft as a baby bird’s [1] wings gleam in the moonlight.
The voice that comes from those pink lips is like the melody emanating from a musician’s strings.
And those fingernails, white as the seashells washed by the tide, and those fingertips, slender as cotton—
Oooooh, my beautiful Majesty the Maou (nosebleed sprays)!
I will offer my body, my heart, to stay by your side (nosebleed intensifies)!
I am willing all my love and respect solely to you, and you alone (nosebleed fountain explosion)!
Eh?
Your Majesty, how can you say you don’t need it, please don’t utter such cold words~!