The Regressed Demon Lord is Kind

ult of Greig’s words.
However, Zich had no intention of calming his father’s rage.

“What do you want me to say?”

Zich didn’t even attempt to hide his rebellious tone.
Everyone, including the Count, was surprised.
They always thought that Zich Steelwall was a timid person who was especially obedient to the Count, but that had actually been Zich’s way of crying for attention and help from his father in his abandoned state.

‘But that doesn’t matter to me anymore.’

Bang!

The Count slammed the table with his fist.
Everyone in the room flinched at the Count’s rage, but Zich remained calm.

“Your manners were the only thing satisfactory about you, but now you are throwing away your one saving grace?! How are you going to inherit the family’s name with that kind of rotten mindset!”

“Are you even planning on making me the heir?”

“What!”

The Count became speechless after hearing Zich’s unexpected response.
Bystanders stared at the exchange in shock.

“Of course! You are the oldest after all! It is only natural for me to appoint you as the heir, but of course, as long as you have no flaws!”

Zich could feel discontentment in the Count’s voice, even though the Count sounded like he was siding with Zich.
He even added the part about no flaws.

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‘And he will choose what kind of flaw that is.’

With exaggerated movements, Zich bent his back.

“To think that our respectful father was so fair in his thoughts.
Hearing this, your lacking son feels like he is flying in the heavens.”

Extreme praise was equivalent to sarcasm, and the Count’s face reddened.
But it wasn’t the Count who reacted first.

“How can you show such impudence toward your father! Apologize to him immediately!”

The Countess shrieked.

“How did I act rudely to my father, whom I admire with all my heart? There must have been a misunderstanding.”

To top it off, Zich added another word.

“Mother.”

The Countess, who was about to continue, shut her mouth.
With wide eyes, she moved her eyes from side to side.

“Mother? Is that what you just said?”

“Yes, Father.
I always used the term ‘Countess,’ but doesn’t that sound too distant? Don’t you also think so, Mother?”

The Countess’s expression completely fell.
It looked as if there was a disgusting bug in front of her, but Zich continued, “Mother, you look pale.
Mother, are you hurting anywhere? Mother, should I call the physician?”

The Countess flinched every time Zich called her ‘Mother.’ As if she was eating a bitter fruit, her cheeks kept twitching, but Zich found amusement in this and continued to include Mother in every line.
The Countess knew that it was on purpose, but she couldn’t say anything.
After all, he was also supposed to be her son; there was no way she could stop him from calling her Mother.

“I-I am fine.
I am not hurting anywhere.”

“Dear Mother, I’m relieved that you are fine.
But Mother, just in case, please get an examination by a physician.
I don’t think I will be at peace until then, Mother.”

Cough!

As if something was stuck in her throat, the Countess began to look pale.
Then, the Count made a fake cough and ended Zich’s teasing.

“…Do you know why I called you here today?”

The Count scanned Zich’s expression.
Zich seemed different from his usual self.

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“It probably has something to do with those two, right?”

Zich pointed at the servant and the knight.

“Yes.
About what you did to—!”

“I sincerely apologize, Father.”

Zich bowed his head.
His polite apology completely contrasted his rebellious attitude from a moment ago.
The Count was left speechless at Zich’s sudden change in attitude—what Zich did afterward surprised him even more.

“I’m sorry for bothering you because I didn’t clean up my mess properly.
From now on, I will take care of matters like this more properly.”

Zich began to move, and everyone stared at him.
He was heading towards the corner of the room where a decorative sword was hanging with an X marked on top of it.

Swing!

As expected of a military family, even the edge of a decorative sword was sharp.
Zich turned around while holding the sword.

Clang! Clang!

Byner and Greig positioned themselves in front of the Count and the Countess with their swords raised.

“What are you doing!”

As he screamed, the Count’s face was as red as a tomato.

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m going to clean up my mess.”

“What do you mean, mess?!”

After tilting his sword toward the ground, Zich pointed at the servant with his free hand.

“Isn’t it obvious? I have to slice off the neck of a servant who dares to insult a noble.”

“What!”

The Count’s eyes were bloodshot, but Zich confidently tilted his head.

“Huh? Isn’t that why you called me? I thought you called me to finish off the guys who dared to insult the great Steelwall’s—Legitimate.
Blood.
Heir.”

Zich included Byner, who was now looking at him in disbelief.

“I already dealt with them personally, so I didn’t want to make this situation any bigger, but I guess it can’t be helped if you are not satisfied.
Now that I think about it, my punishment was way too light.
I mean, aren’t they the ones who dared to insult the great Steelwall’s Legitimate.
Blood.
Heir? Father, please don’t worry.
I will neatly slice their heads off and hang them in front of the castle walls.
”