Demon King – Chapter 48 – The Sixteen-Year-Old Little Demon Lord

Translator Note

Thanks Enncie for the chapter!

As everyone expected, once this topic came up, Eiru began stammering. Since he was unwilling to talk about it, everyone didn’t press further.

After all, given their relationship, there would be plenty of opportunities to get acquainted in the future. And today was still Eiru’s birthday—it was better not to make things too awkward.

What happened after was simple: Eiru personally cooked everyone there dinner. After eating, Yuki took out the cake he’d previously put in the fridge.

Mango ice cream mousse… Eiru’s eyes went wide. So the cake that nearly made him cry with longing at the pastry shop, was actually the one Yuki had bought for him.

You had to say, he truly deserved to be called a good brother who’d known her for three years—her best friend had completely figured out what the Demon Lord wanted to eat.

After blowing out the candles, dividing the cake, chatting and messing around for a while, the little Demon Lord’s birthday party came to an end.

What? There were supposed to be cake-smearing ¹ Cake smearing, particularly smearing cake on someone’s face, is a practice associated with birthdays and sometimes weddings, especially in certain cultural contexts activities too? Our sugar-obsessed Demon Lord Eiru would never allow such a waste of cake to happen.

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It was getting late, and since the area wasn’t exactly safe and there were girls present, everyone except Yuki, who said he’d stay to help clean up, said their goodbyes and left.

Before leaving though, the three girls did stuff a small paper bag into Eiru’s hands, saying it was a birthday gift for him. Though he didn’t know what it was, Eiru happily accepted it.

With the birthday party over, starting today, our little Demon Lord was officially sixteen years old.

“Eiru…” While helping clean up, Yuki suddenly spoke with an earnest expression.

“What’s up? Just put the leftover cake in the fridge—I’ll eat it.” Seeing his best friend acting odd, Eiru was confused.

“Not that. I have something I need to tell you…” He paused, seemingly organizing his words. After quite a while, Yuki slowly began:

“You’re someone with a girlfriend now—you need to care more about her.”

“What?” For a moment, the Demon Lord didn’t understand what he was talking about.

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“I mean that little loli you’re dating. How old is she? We all saw her today. That small cake and cookies in your fridge—that’s a heartfelt gesture.”

“Uh…”

That was clearly something I bought for myself! Of course Eiru definitely couldn’t say that out loud, so he could only stand there silently, continuing to endure his best friend’s lecture.

“I think you should care more about her. She doesn’t look well-off either. Today she probably wanted to come spend time with you—you should call and thank her later, right?”

He could tell she was poor from that? Though she really was very poor. And how was she supposed to call herself! She didn’t have two phones… While frantically complaining internally, Eiru’s surface expression remained that lazy look.

“I know dates can be pretty expensive, and money is tight for you too… If you have any difficulties, tell me. I can still help with money problems.”

“But don’t think about relying entirely on me—you’re the one pursuing the girl, not me. And what’s important is the sentiment—spend more time with her. Also, your expression today was really not okay. No matter what, at least make a phone call to stay in touch—don’t treat people like they’re invisible.”

Seeing Eiru’s depressed appearance, Yuki didn’t plan to continue. In this state, he definitely couldn’t process too much anyways.

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Yuki sighed. His best friend was just like this—carefree, casual, willful, and somewhat childish.

Incredibly thick-skinned, he’d never seen him truly angry in any meaningful sense. Though he’d sometimes complain and throw tantrums, he’d basically return to that heartless appearance within moments.

Though he always seemed heartless, Yuki knew that Eiru’s emotional intelligence wasn’t actually low—he was actually quite good at reading the room and body language, he just often didn’t care…

“Open what Qianmeng and the others gave you.”

Hearing Yuki say this, the little Demon Lord picked up the small paper bag on the table, tore open the seal, and discovered two tickets inside…

“These are tickets for Huanghai’s convention next Saturday—the address is on them. They said they don’t have time next week, so they’re giving them to you…” Then Yuki suddenly leaned close to Eiru’s ear and whispered:

“You see that there are two, right? Take your little girlfriend along… work on your relationship properly, don’t neglect her anymore…”

After saying this, Yuki smiled without caring about Eiru’s reaction, picked up plates and ran to the kitchen.

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I… take myself to the convention? Looking at the two tickets in his hands, the Demon Lord fell deep into thought.

Eiru had also heard that the convention in Huanghai was unprecedented in scale, whether in terms of guest numbers or booth quantities. Tickets had long been sold out, with people unable to buy them even if they wanted to. Scalpers had already driven single ticket prices to over 500 yuan…

These two tickets in hand were already worth four digits… He definitely had to go, or it would be a waste. But he couldn’t clone himself—how should he handle this other ticket?

To save magic power, he’d definitely have to go in his true form. Including Yuki, he definitely couldn’t ask any familiar people from his life to accompany him… And Yuki had said to bring his ‘girlfriend,’ so he definitely couldn’t accept it.

“Oh right, I’ll transfer 500 to you then. Buy her whatever she wants. Girls have very delicate feelings—you need to coax her properly after what happened today.” Yuki, washing dishes in the kitchen, suddenly spoke up, interrupting the Demon Lord’s train of thought.

Is this what being rich is like? The aura of money hit him full force, and the little Demon Lord almost wanted to transform back to his true form and cling to his legs without letting go. Of course he definitely couldn’t do something so shameless—just thinking about it…

“One more thing—everyone’s going home this week, so leave Gulu with you for a couple days. That’s okay, right?”