THE DEMON KING'S EMPRESS
200 Years (First meeting)

Three Days Later

"How is he doing? Has there been any progress?"

A man's voice from behind the door approached. Seeing Lili who is still in a coma is not conscious.

"Not yet Your Majesty. But, Your Majesty, don't worry. Servant has treated the external wound on his body. She had also been concocting medicine for him. Fearfully, there was a deep wound inside his body."

"At least he can wake up, that's enough for me."

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry if I was presumptuous. Actually, who is this young girl?"

"She's. As well as a special person in my life."

"Your Majesty, are you..."

"Enough. I know what you want to say?!"

"I'm sorry for Your Majesty."

"You don't have to apologize. Besides, it's not your fault."

"Your Majesty, do you miss him?"

"Hindu? I've even forgotten how to miss someone?"

"Your Majesty."

"Shion, do you know. From the very beginning I met him, I wanted him very much. I don't want anyone else to have it. I don't want anyone else to hurt him. You know why? Because she's the only sun in my life. Am I in love with her?

"This, Your Majesty forgive me. I can't answer that."

"That's because you're immortal singles."

"Eh??!!"

"All I know is that my first meeting with him changed my life."

The man said as he looked at the tiny, helpless body covered in a thick, white-haired blanket, sleeping on his bed. He approached and sat down next to his bed, grabbing and holding the girl's left hand. Her tiny cold hand seemed to pierce the heart of this man. He felt guilty as if he had made the same mistake in the past. He gently kissed the tiny hand while looking at the sleeping face of his peace. Seeing his Master acting so pitiful as if left behind by his deceased lover, Shion only sighed. As an experienced and trusted royal physician in the royal family, he felt himself to be very poor in knowledge. He who was notoriously intelligent at a young age and knew all sorts of illnesses and remedies, felt that there was one thing he could not do as a doctor and he felt very failed at it. He cannot cure a person who has Falling in Love. Yes, this disease has different symptoms and is difficult to diagnose and even there is no cure. Even the danger varies. Many people complained to him about the illness they were suffering from. One of them is the disease of falling in love and heartache. Both of these diseases very much make him feel dizzy and not even sleep all night. How not? It is better to treat people who are sick from fighting, rather than to give advice to people who are in love and hurt. Because both have no medicine and are difficult to cure. The only way, be a loyal listener to those who are in love or hurt. Because all that could cure him, was the desire of their own hearts. Can they take it off sincerely or tie it up and become increasingly obsessed with something that was destined to never be hers.

"Your Majesty, do you want to take care of this girl until she recovers?!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What if he doesn't recognize you?"

"Why do you say that?!"

"Your Majesty, from the information I have received, this girl is not clear of her origin. It's highly unlikely that she's the Queen we're looking for?"

"Why is it impossible?"

"Because the Queen we know is a tough woman. He is very good at using black magic. And everyone knows it."

"really?"

"In fact, his life is very sad. Insulted, looked down upon, all the bad things about her will never end up being told in a thousand and one nights."

"Your Majesty, where did you know all about him???"

The man put the little girl's hand back in its original state and moved from her seat. He walked over to Shion who had a questionable face and looked at him. Shion felt guilty about her question being judged to be disrespectful. He did not dare to return his Master's stare. He just lowered his head down. Seeing Shion not daring to look at him, the man walked towards the window of his room that was left wide open. The man looked out the window. He saw the full moon tonight was bigger than usual. The blowing of the night breeze made the curtains of his room dance beautifully. Even her short black haircut that covered part of her face, danced along as well. Looking at the clear sky, the man said "Two hundred years ago, I met him. My first meeting with him made me want to know him more deeply..."

...Two Hundred Years Ago...

...Zwart Land's...

...City E...

"Sister... sister... Why are you daydreaming?"

"No."

"Why is my brother silent?"

"Then? What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing."

"Basic!"

On the way home, they saw a beggar sitting on the side of the road. The beggar looked suspicious. The clothes he wore were not like beggar clothes that looked ragged camping. The clothes he was wearing was just a tangled black robe. However, to the eyes of a layman, it was just an ordinary robe that was tangled and was already worth throwing away. But to the eyes of a black magic master, the robe was not an indiscriminate robe. The robe contained an overwhelming aura of hatred. Unfortunately in this country, it is not allowed to study black magic for any reason. If anyone is caught learning it, the severe punishment is death. If you are lucky, you will be exiled elsewhere. But of course, the most severe punishment is being ostracized in social life. That can put the perpetrator under mental stress that could result in death. Seeing a beggar in the middle of the road, the sister yelled at her brother while pointing at the beggar "Sister, look there's a beggar there!"

A seven-year-old boy she was holding was named Lexi. Lili's biological sister.

"Why indeed?"

"Sister is not pity? We'd better just feed him."

"Do you have any money?"

"No. I only have one candy." I showed him the lollipop he was carrying.

"This kiss?! Forgetit. This is what you gave him." Said Lili while giving the paper money to her sister.

"What's that money for, brother?" while receiving the money given by her brother

"You don't want to help the beggar so he doesn't go hungry."

"Oh. yeah. Let's go brother there. Give me the money, and then we'll be home."

"okay."

The tiny little hand gave money to the beggar. Seeing a little boy give him a note, the beggar just saw it without taking it.