𝐝𝐢𝐜·𝐭𝐚·𝐭𝐨𝐫
/ˈdikˌtādər/
noun
a ruler with total power over a country,
typically 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦.
❝ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐅�...
the reason no one recognises (M/n) is because he only publicly shows himself with formal clothes and styled hair
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Ch. 29. S-RANK
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"NOOO.. DON'T KILL PAPA!!" a small demon girl, probably the age of a toddler jumped in front of Avareck— the tip of the Morning Star only three milimeters from scratching her neck. Tears clouded her big blue eyes as Avareck patted her honey brown hair.
"Ah.. Excuse my daughter, Mr. (L/n)..." the Southern Demon King spoke up, making (M/n) move his sword away. It wasn't out of mercy at all, he just felt bored.
"You shouldn't be out here, Lily! You should be hiding with your mother and brother!" Avareck scolded, taking off his metallic black helmet. His hair was a messy mop of dark chocolate and he looked like he was only in his thirties.
Aside from that, he looked similar to his daughter. (M/n) was a bit curious on what fatherhood was like.
"Uwaa!! Papa! Kwarzeck was being mean!!" Lily sobbed into his armor, holding his large hand. Avareck used his red cape to wipe away her tears and snot, calming her down. "It's okay.. Don't cry.."
"But you're gonna die Papa!! Don't die, Papa!!" she cried, glaring at (M/n) before running near his feet. "Demon Flame!" she shouted, a small orange flicker in her palms before repeatedly punching the man's legs.
"Die! Die! I hate you!! T-This is the wrath of the Southern Demon Princess!!!" she choked out, tears still spilling from her eyeballs. (M/n) didn't exactly feel anything, she just looked so pitiful trying to fight him.
"A-Ah..! Lily—!" Avareck used his remaining stamina to pick up his daughter, stopping her from punching the guest. Her small limbs flailed around as she shouted threats at him. "I hate you! Go die!!"
"Oh God.. I'm so sorry about my daughter. I promise she isn't normally like this—"
"Oi, Avareck. I won't kill you anymore."
"Excuse me?"
"Just.. hand over the title of Demon King.."
"Is that it, Mr. (L/n)?" Avareck blinked, watching (M/n) get restless as he took the silver and red crown off his head. He handed it over, but he didn't look satisfied with just that.
