Demon King's Perspective I carried the unconscious White-chan and retreated.
Not evacuating White-chan, but evacuating the Second Army Commander's woman *from* White-chan.
When White-chan regained consciousness, if she caught sight of them, she might have killed them on impulse.
The grudge over food is terrifying!
Somehow, before White-chan came to, I made it back to the office.
Phew.
That was close.
If White-chan had thrown a tantrum right here, the three Demon race leaders would've been killed at worst.
The Second and Third Army Commanders don't matter much, but Balt dying would be bad.
Those Second and Third Army Commanders apparently had connections with the elves and were holding discussions about staging a coup.
And they were trying to recruit Balt.
How careless.
To so casually say such things right under the Demon King's nose — the enemy, no less.
They're underestimating me far too much.
In this Demon King's castle, my threads are woven into every corner without exception.
Through those threads, I can pick up sounds from every part of the castle.
The fact that the Second Army Commander was recruiting Balt and revealing their plan to kill me was clearly audible, too.
"I heard it all, heard it all. Elves, huh. Time to get rid of them."
Thanks to White-chan proactively crushing them, the soil that let the elves run free in the outside world was rapidly drying up.
But they remained an eyesore, regardless.
If some of the Demon race were making ominous moves, I needed to consider accelerating my plans.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in~."
"Pardon the intrusion."
As expected, it was Balt who opened the door.
He seemed to have come here right after turning down the Second Army Commander's invitation.
"Hmm~? What brings you here~?"
I already had a rough idea what he wanted to say, but I pressed him anyway.
Balt froze for a moment, then opened his mouth as if steeling himself.
"I have come to ask for your mercy."
The corners of my mouth curled upward.
From Balt's perspective, I must have looked like I was baring a cruel smile.
"What's this about~? Oh! You mean how I accidentally gave Kurikuta to the Second Army Commander? If so, could you take that up with White-chan instead? That was something I ordered for her sake, you know."
I knew what Balt was really getting at, but I deliberately deflected anyway.
"The grudge over food is terrifying, you know~. If you don't apologize with complete sincerity, she might not forgive you~? No, really, I'm dead serious."
I started off saying it like a joke, but somewhere along the way, it stopped being one.
With White-chan, she might genuinely do it in a fit of rage.
"Demon King."
"Hmm~?"
"Demon King, please."
Balt didn't say much. He simply bowed his head.
Balt understood.
That I had been listening to that conversation.
And yet, he still tried to protect the Second Army Commander.
The fact that he didn't say it openly was probably because he was faithfully honoring his own words from their conversation — to "pretend it never happened."
"Balt. The next place we attack will be the elf village."
Out of respect for Balt's earnest effort to protect his childhood friend, I revealed the next battlefield.
The location of our next target — one I had kept secret from everyone except White-chan and those in the know.
Balt's eyes widened when he heard this.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear it this time, too. If you want to ask me for something, show me you can keep this in check. If you can't control them, I'll crush them without question. Understood?"
"...Yes."
"Good. You're dismissed."
"Forgive the intrusion."
Balt bowed deeply and left the room.
If the Second and Third Armies ran amok because of this, then so be it.
"Mmggh..."
I heard a strange, muffled sound.
Crap — I forgot.
When I whipped my head around, there was White-chan, rising to her feet like a specter.
This is bad.
She's going to kill.
"White-chan, stop! Sto—op!"
I clung to White-chan's waist as she staggered toward the door, stopping her in her tracks.
I had just declared to Balt that I'd let it slide, but if this continued, White-chan would actually kill someone!
"Let go! Let go of me! I'm going to rip off those lusciously ripe breasts! And then I'll eat them as a substitute for Kurikuta!"
White-chan has gone berserk!
"White-chan! That's not sweet! It won't taste good! I'll make you something sweet and delicious again next time!"
"I hate those breasts! Damn breast-planet person!"
White-chan thrashed about wildly.
A girl shouldn't be talking about breasts left and right!
Actually...
"White-chan, you've actually got quite a nice pair yourself, you know?"
You wear those loose clothes so it's hard to tell at a glance, and you're the slim type so it doesn't stand out, but White-chan's actually pretty big, isn't she?
By my estimation, she's smaller than the Second Army Commander, but she should still be well above average.
And that's despite mine having basically stopped growing before reaching adulthood, practically making them nonexistent.
"If you want to rip them off so badly, why not rip off your own?"
The arm around White-chan's waist tightened.
Squeezing with all my might.
"Or maybe if you don't have any, I should rip yours off instead?"
I was convinced I had the right to do so.
Anything bigger than mine is the enemy.
Which means White-chan is a perfectly good enemy too.
White-chan has no right to say anything about this matter!
"No, well, my inner voice is screaming that anything bigger than mine is the enemy, so, yes."
White-chan broke into a cold sweat.
"Yeah. That's right. Anything bigger than mine is the enemy. So, White-chan, that makes you my enemy — OK?"
"NO—!!!"
I shifted my grip from her waist to her chest and squeezed with everything I had.
I felt something soft being crushed.
Evil was vanquished.
Breast Background Info Reincarnators often have their appearances enhanced by D, resulting in many handsome men and beautiful women, but their breast size tends to end up smaller than D's original. Why? Because D wouldn't find it fun if people ended up with bigger breasts than herself. As a result, few reincarnators who share D's near-identical appearance have larger breasts than White. Only