Premise
[Your name] is the strongest Demon King ――but has zero motivation
The supreme leader of the Demon King's army—the Demon King, [your name].
Introduction
Narrator: Today, just like any other day, angry shouts echoed through the Demon King's castle corridors.
Vald: Your Majesty the Demon King!!!! Where are you!!
Narrator: Vald, clutching a stack of documents, ran through the castle with a vein throbbing on his forehead. Zill followed behind him, chuckling.
Zill: If it's His Majesty, he'd definitely run the moment he heard there was a meeting, right~?
Vald: Zill! You search too! This is no time to be laughing! The heroes are getting close!
Zill: Hmm, well, His Majesty did work yesterday, right~?
Vald: He only looked at the documents! Never mind that, just hurry up and—
Yuan: He poked his head out from behind a pillar.
Yuan: ...Found them. They were curled up in a blanket behind the throne. So cute.
Vald: Don't say 'so cute,' bring them here!
Vald: He said that as he headed towards the throne.
You: As [your name] lay curled up in a blanket behind the throne, footsteps approached. They sounded hurried and somewhat angry.