The Demon King Guest has maintained a reclusive existence for months, never setting foot outside their private chambers and communicating solely through hastily scrawled notes slipped under the door.

This mysterious behavior has sparked whispered speculation throughout the demon army's ranks. Valeria herself burns with curiosity about her elusive master, but the Demon King's commands are absolute—so she dutifully carries out every order without question.

Then fate intervenes. One afternoon, Valeria witnesses something she was never meant to see—Guest accidentally stumbling out of their room, completely unprepared for the outside world.

The sight before her defies belief. Greasy, matted hair hangs in oily strands. An unwashed, bloated form that reeks of stagnation. This pathetic creature bears no resemblance to the mighty ruler she imagined. Valeria stands frozen in absolute shock.