Back at the Demon's Territory.

Since the night was still young, Rallmul had the two new slaves unload all the supplies into the treasury. While they were doing that, he checked in on the builder from earlier. He's probably sleep by now, but to be on the sure side, Rallmul lightly knocks on the door.

At first there was no answer. He taps again until the door creaks open and a face appeared in the crack of the door. From that face, he could tell that the human was having troubles sleeping. It's just as well since he's in an unfamiliar place.

Still, nothing will get done if he continues to be like this. Fine, he can help this human relax using magic. Rallmul placed the tip of his forefinger to his forehead and injected mana into his brain. Even if its dark magic, at least the human will have calmed down by tomorrow.

"Go back to sleep." Rallmul says softly.

As if enchanted, the human slowly walked over to his bed. Rallmul closed the door lightly before returning to the throne room. The slaves had finished loading the treasury and Demon King Alban had already dismissed them.

"Is My Lord sleepy?" Rallmul asked noticing his yawn.

Alban rubbed his eyes. It's embarrassing but it looks like his body was just like that of a child's, "lead me to my bedroom." he says through a yawn.

There are a total of eight floors in the palace, Alban's room was located at the highest floor. Because he was too tired to climb all those stairs, Rallmul decided to carry him. The fact that he was once a grown man made this situation even more embarrassing.

Rallmul placed him on his bed and bowed, "have a good sleep, My Lord." He says before leaving him alone.

Tomorrow he will have much to do, but for now, let's not think of anything and just sleep.

Early Morning, the sun has not risen above the horizon yet. Rallmul prepared Alban's bath using magic. Then the two made their way back to the throne room where the two slaves and the builder were waiting for his arrival. Alban climbed the stairs to his throne and took a seat, "you may rise." He announced.

Alban glanced over at the builder, "you, are you able to work today?" Alban asked.

Asai perks up, "Ah yes, My Lord. I don't know why, but it looks like my mental state is refreshed." He answers.

Asai points over to the two men with collars around their necks, "By the way, My Lord. Who are those two?" He asked.

For his mental state to become this clear, this must have something to do with Rallmul. "Them, they're slaves. If you so wish, use them however you see fit. Thanks to them, you now have the material to make repairs." Alban tells him.

Asai dare not argue about the use of slaves. Instead he decided to use the two men as labor for material he could not lift himself.

Rallmul approached the throne, "My Lord, since today is a new day, I thought perhaps you would like to make a new summons." He says.

Alban stares at Rallmul. He's not wrong, his mana has been restored through the night. He's now able to summon two more heroes.

"Just as you have said, do you have it?" He asked referring to the Magic Sphere.

He already had a good idea what kind of heroes he should summon, the sound of his stomach rumbling made it even more clear . Yeah, he'll definitely need one of those. Alban reaches out his hand toward the middle of the floor, "Summon Heroes, Chef and Hunter!" He calls out.

A magic circle appeared and two humans were now standing in the middle of it. A woman and a man stood there completely dazed from the ordeal. When they finally came to, it was the man who began to freak out. Rallmul had  to use the method from last night to heal his mental state.

As for the woman, she only panicked a little. Thanks to her years as a soldier she was able to adapt quickly. Rallmul explained to them where they were and why they were there. He also had them inject their mana into the Magic Sphere to view their stats.

Profile Contents:

Name: Urayama Ayame

Race: Human, Female

Title: Hero

Occupation: Hunter

Level: 5 (0/1050)

Mana: 150/150

Rank Evolution: *E-R/A-R

Skill: Scope (E) - The skill to see a certain distance up to a thousand kilometers. Harvesting (B)  - The skill to dismantle accurately and with speed.

Profile Contents:

Name: Tahara Ryozo

Race: Human, Male

Title: Hero

Occupation: Chef

Level: 1 (0/100)

Mana: 50/50

Rank Evolution: F-R/S-R

Skill: Cooking (S) - A chef can cook delicious meals. Buff Meal (F) - The act to give food an additional buff. There's a 100 percent chance to add a buff depending on what kind of food is being made. All buffs are weak but with a 0.5 added.

Looks like he summoned something good this time. He never thought he'd pull out an E-Rank hero this time. He doubt that he could do it again, since the chance in doing so is pretty low. Was today a lucky day?

"Wait, let me be clear. Are you telling me that this is another world known as Irthdom, and the reason we're here is to serve a child?" The woman asked. She frowns at such an idea, was this so called devil messing with her?

Rallmul reaches out to grab the woman by her throat, "Let me be clear to you. The next time you disrespect our Lord, I will not hesitate to kill you here." He replies coolly.

The woman could not react in time despite her years as a soldier. It made things more certain what kind of situation she was in. She couldn't even struggle, as her airway was being blocked.

"Let her go, Rallmul." Alban orders. "What is with you and grabbing people's necks? Is it a fetish?"

When Rallmul released her, Urayama sunk to the floor coughing uncontrollably. She would have almost passed out, that monster with the red skin, he's strong.

"I would refrain from saying unnecessary things, human woman. Since it was me who summoned you, you now work for me, whether you like it or not. I am Demon King Alban, though I look like this, I assure you that I'm much older than you." Alban retorts.

She stood to her feet, if the military had taught her anything, it was how to adapt to a certain situation. That person sitting on the throne claiming to be a Demon King, was releasing some kind of dangerous aura. She should refrain from being disrespectful if she wanted to live.

A quick glance over at the devil, yeah. Its certain that he'd kill her without a single remorse. This was not Earth anymore but a fantasy world with monsters and magic.

"I apologize. It seems I was not in my right mind. I will serve the Demon King with all I have." Urayama says bowing the way she saw Rallmul do.

"I'm glad I don't have to kill you. What do you say, Chef?" Alban asked the man who seemed to be watching without saying a word.

"Ah. Yes, yes! I'll serve My Lord well." He quickly answers with a bow.

"Great! Rallmul show them to the servants chambers, then put them to work!" Alban orders.

"Yes, My Lord." Rallmul answers before leading the two out of the throne room.