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Iruma sifted through the bundle of papers on his hands for who-knows-how-many times already. The Thirteen's Dinner has lasted longer than he anticipated, and now, he has to go through stacks of paperwork detailing the situations in all corners of the Netherworld. He would have taken it one at a time, but these are urgent matters that needed his attention. The war against Baal and the Six Fingers ended two years ago, but damages still need to be fixed. There is also an issue with the food shortage in the former Thirteen Crown, Lord Behemoth's territory, and the finalization of the benefits for the soldiers who fought at the Northern battlefield. He also needs to schedule the press conferences for the next two weeks and…and…

"Ugh…" Iruma deflated on his desk. His hand went limp, and the papers he was holding fell like thin snow over his head. The words were swimming in his head but never sinking in. The set of documents he was reviewing is lengthy, and the words are too technical. It took him two total pages before getting to the start of the actual report. He knew that he was going to face this type of office work when he accepted the position of Demon King, but still…this is too much!

"Giving up already, Iru-boy?" Iruma turned his head to see the Avatar of the Ring of Solomon floating nonchalantly above the desk. Although his identity as the former Demon King had already been revealed to him, Alikred still insisted on being called Ali and taking on his tiny one-eyed form rather than his original. That, and Ali prefers to keep his identity a secret to the rest of the Netherworld. It's fun, was what Ali told him.

"Ali-san…" Iruma lifted his head. He was close to tears at this point. "How did you even survive these?"

"I don't," Ali answered matter-of-factly. "I let the old fogies do them. They seemed to enjoy burying their noses on those papers."

Iruma is entirely aware of the former Demon King's carefree and fun-loving attitude. That is what makes them so similar yet different at the same time. While Derkila is annoyed at his Thirteen Crowns, Iruma loves his. They are his classmates whom the entire Babyls Demon School considered the misfits - the abnormal ones who accomplished things outside the norms and now who stand with him at the top of the Netherworld.

"Why not call that Asmodeus heir?" Ali suggested as he sat down on the human's free hand. "I'm sure he will be happy to help you."

"I can't do that." Iruma sat back up and shook his head. "I promised Amaryllis-san to let Azz-kun off his work starting tonight. She wanted to spend time with him for a full day."

"How about that Valac girl?"

"Clara has to look after her siblings. Their parents will be away for three days, so…."

"That Purson head?"

"I sent him to do additional intel at the Northern battlefield. He might not be back in a few days."

"That Evidol? Or that Sabnock boy? Or that Azazel heiress?"

"Kerori-san will be having a concert tomorrow. Sabnock-kun said that hews gownna owwwww!"

"I get it, Iru-boy!" Ali exclaimed as he pinched and stretched the human's cheeks to stop him from saying more. "Your friends are busy. BUSY! But are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"I awm nowt!"

"You have an awareness of a roasted water newt," Ali remarked as he let go of his cheeks. "Tell you what, you need a vacation pronto!"

Iruma pouted as he rubbed his reddened cheeks. "A vacation?"

"Yeah! A vacation." In a blink of an eye, Ali was dressed in swimming trunks and was carrying a large blue parasol and a cooler. "You know, lava beach with the screams of the damned. Too big parasol for your tiny human head. Fresh, poison apple juice at hand. No idiots hounding you for paperwork. That kind of vacation!"

Iruma wondered if they have different vacation concepts in mind or that type of vacation is typical for demons. It makes Walter Park tame compared to Ali's suggestion. "You know I can't do that."

"Of course, you can! You're the Demon King. The almighty and absolute ruler of the Netherworld!"

"You're right, but still…." Iruma gathered the scattered papers and placed them down on the desk. "I need an excuse. I don't want to go on vacation just because." Ali-san can call him too soft-hearted, but he feels that it is not right just to do things on a whim. His foster grandfather and Opera are still on their trip with Lord Belial and Lady Levy. A vacation sounds nice, but…

"That's it, Iru-boy!"

Iruma blinked at him in confusion. "Huh?"

Ali floated before his face and poked his nose. "You need an excuse, and we can make one. An excellent one at that!"

"Huh? What? What are we going to do?"

"You know…"

Ali leaned in and whispered to the human's ear. Iruma stood up from his seat, nearly toppling his chair backward. He crossed his arms over his chest. "W-What? No way! We can't do that, Ali-san! We'll be – no, the Netherworld will be in trouble if we do that!"

Ali waved it off. "Nah! It will be fine. You can trust in your partner-in-crime. Besides," He hovered in front of him with a conspiratorial look in his eye. "It will be fun."

"N-No! It's not. That's-!"

"TOO LATE!"

Ali smacked his hand on Iruma's forehead before the human could consider it as a danger and dodge. Iruma jerked back and stumbled against the wall. The world began to spin in bright colors, and his hand tried to reach for anything to anchor himself. "Ali-san..." His body crumpled to the ground as Ali's last words barely registered to his fading consciousness.

"Sleep tight, Iru-boy."

Then, everything went black.

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