That night, in my bedroom at the Edina Palace, I sat on the bed watching Harriet dry her wet hair. She had changed out of the clothes she had been wearing earlier and into her pajamas.0

“Try to sleep early. You have a lot to do tomorrow, and you’re planning to head to the empire’s territory too,” Harriet reminded me.0

“… I should,” I replied.0

For about six months now, Harriet and I had been sharing a bedroom. The Demon King’s bedroom had two beds. I used one, and Harriet used the other, which was slightly away from mine.0

The reason we suddenly started sharing a bedroom was simple: assassination threats. Those who hated me had begun to take concrete actions. It didn’t happen too frequently, but whenever I was about to forget, they would try again, persistently, using tactics like poisonings and midnight attacks.0

Often, people within the palace acted as collaborators. They weren’t even bribed. They were simply people around me who hated me, and were willing to cooperate with the would-be assassins.0

There was once when Harriet and Olivia had to save me after I nearly died from a deadly poison. 0

Harriet, who had originally been researching new magic and magical items, took on the role of secretary and stayed by my side constantly. Since then, Harriet began performing poison checks on everything I ate and drank, and I even purchased a talent called Poison Resistance with Achievement Points. 0

I didn’t touch any food offered to me by the people, not even a piece...0