“Ugh, my whole body aches…”
As he tossed and turned, Lee Seongjin let out a groan like an old man without realizing it.
Since becoming a hunter, he hadn’t really been sick, so he didn’t know, but fever isn’t something to be taken lightly. There isn’t a single part of his body that doesn’t hurt.
[Sniff! Lee Seongjin. I…]
Then, from inside his head, the Demon King’s sniffling could be heard without fail.
‘This is getting ridiculous…’
He himself was a problem, but lately, the Demon King’s condition had been strange.
Is it because he’s intimidated by the main palace filled with divine power? Somehow, he’s been talking less and seems increasingly depressed.
While he was worrying about the Demon King’s state, Masain, perhaps misinterpreting his troubled expression, fussed over him again.
“Your Highness. Are you in pain again? Please lie down!”
“Uh, I’m fine. By the way, Sir Masain, hasn’t lunchtime passed already?”
“…Pardon?”
“Could you tell the chef? I really want to eat bear meat today…”
At that, the color drained from Masain’s face.
“You just threw up all the thin soup you had for lunch, and now you’re saying this?!”
“Huh? I threw up? When did I…?”
“Gasp! Your Highness is delirious with fever again! Doctor! Doctor!”
“…Huh?”
Now that he mentioned…