Is My Sickly Husband the Demon King? No Way
병약한 내 남편이 마왕이라고요? 그럴 리가요
Synopsis
I brought a blood-soaked man home and treated him.
After that, that man kept coming to Ehili’s house.
“I fell in love at first sight.”
“I’m sorry, I have to refuse.”
“If there’s a reason you don’t like me, please tell me. I’ll fix anything.”
“Because you’re handsome.”
“…Pardon?”
Her twentieth birthday.
Ehili remembered that she was the protagonist of an R-rated, high-intensity, bleak romance fantasy novel.
‘I absolutely must not get involved with the male lead—no, with those tr*shy bastards!’
To avoid the tr*sh characters from the original story, Ehili fled to a sparsely populated rural village.
She wanted to continue living a peaceful life in a small cabin just like this.
The one thing she had to be careful about was men!
A handsome man has a high probability of being the male lead.
Black hair and red eyes? A high probability of being the mastermind villain.
So Ehili decided to keep all men at arm’s length whenever possible…
But this man was far too weak to be a leading character.
“Cough! I’m sorry. I have a chronic illness…”
He coughs up blood just from drinking water,
“I suddenly felt dizzy… I’m sorry.”
and keeps collapsing from dizziness.
“Just holding your hand seems to make me feel a little better. Would you mind staying like this just a bit longer?”
In the face of the pitiful advances of this frail, sickly man, Ehili’s heart slowly began to waver.
‘Yeah. There’s no way someone this sickly could be a lead character.’
That was roughly her reasoning.
The elite force sent to subjugate the Demon King was completely annihilated.
The Demon King, who had swept them away alone, didn’t have so much as a small scratch on his body.
Despite possessing overwhelming power, he hadn’t killed a single human.
Baffled by his strange behavior, the Hero questioned him.
“Why… why didn’t you kill anyone?”
“My wife said she doesn’t like men who kill people.”
“…What?”
“Let me borrow your sword for a moment.”
The Demon King snatched the Hero’s holy sword and stabbed his own arm.
Looking at the blood dripping from his arm, the Demon King smiled in satisfaction.
“This should be enough to make my love worry about me.”
“…You’re not right in the head.”
Whether the Hero cursed at him or not,
the Demon King’s mind was filled only with thoughts of getting attention from the woman he loved.
As the Hero said, he truly wasn’t sane.
After all, isn’t it said that a man in love is a madman?
Redenberk, who loved Ehili, had become a full-fledged madman.
To the extent that he hid the tremendous power with which he could easily slay a dragon with a single finger,
and even pretended to be sickly—something utterly unbefitting of a Demon King who ruled the Demon Realm.