I will be a demon in this life!-Chapter 229

Unlike Persec Sevec, who was born as a demon in the fourth rank, the twins were born as half-demons in the first rank (the high point) even so, it was still an amazing achievement for a demon to be born with power in the first rank.

Mart sat on the edge of the bed with Deniris and their two children. He stayed with Deniris until she fell asleep, then some maids took care of the newborn half-demons.

...

A month and several days later, two hours before noon. The blue sky was clear, with a few white clouds in the distance.

Mart strolled quietly through the garden, carrying Persec Sevec in his right arm while pushing a golden baby carriage with some demonic symbols in red and black. Raften and Aris were sleeping in the carriage.

"How cute," Mart thought as he watched little Persec sleeping.

"He’s a mischievous little boy, slowly absorbing your ’cursed energy’."

Mart heard the voice of the female entity. He then asked the system.

[That is correct]

[Host, your cursed energy is slowly decreasing]

"This little one hasn’t even grown up yet and already wants to take over his father’s property," Mart thought with a smile.

Since he didn’t have parents in his previous life, he didn’t want his children to go through that, so he devoted part of his time to them, without neglecting his vigilance over his territory, especially at the borders.

Minutes later, Mart sensed the presence of a demonic vehicle approaching the mansion.

Mart looked at the several demon maids in charge of protecting and caring for the babies and left them in their care.

Mart headed for his study with a calm expression.

A few minutes later, a demon dressed in white, with completely blue eyes, white horns, and gray skin, who worked for a demonic information guild hired by Selenia’s family, handed Mart a report.

Mart made the corresponding payment this time. The demon bowed and then left.

When the demon left, Selenia entered through the window and hugged Mart from behind.

This time she did not hurt Mart, because she was avoiding using spells unnecessarily.

"You should walk," said Mart, who then kissed the back of Selenia’s hand.

"Don’t worry, I’m careful," she said.

Mart looked at Selenia’s belly and then at her. For the first time, he could see a trace of the warm, cheerful woman he had only seen in the memories of the real Mart.

[Envy trait activated]

[Envy trait deactivated]

Mart realized that he would always hate the real Mart. Even so, he was satisfied to see Selenia looking better.

He sighed and read the report carefully.

Several minutes later, he leaned back in his chair and placed the report on the desk.

"War between humans? What are they planning? Many things have changed, but this isn’t all bad," was Mart’s thought after reading the report.

Mart took one of his notebooks from his demonic ring and wrote:

"Presial Kingdom"

Then he looked at other notes he had made some time ago.

"Huge tower."

"Unknown human."

"The demon who defeated the great General Galot."

Mart took his pen and wrote:

"Don’t underestimate the hero."

After making his notes, Mart stored the notebook, pen, and report he had just received in his demon ring.

...

The days passed, and Mart continued to spend time with his children, sometimes spending time with his wives.

Even so, Mart had already made a decision after reading the report given to him by the information guild.

In Mart Sevec’s comfortable study.

"Father, grandfather, as you must already know, there is some instability in human territory, or at least that is what they want us to believe. For now, I want you to set up a military camp along our borders with the Venrac Empire again. We will not allow them to act by surprise. It is also a way to prevent them from focusing solely on the war they are promoting."

"You want them to wear each other down," said Terez, watching Mart.

"That’s right, it’s part of our history. Before the fall of the Argaris Empire, as after the death of Moraf I, humans supported Esmid III. The moment humans, with their intrigues and poisons, got their hands on the Argaris Empire, it is well known that the Empire never recovered, later becoming the ’Republic of Argaris.’"

"Do you wish to intervene in that war?" Balac had finished drinking the golden liquor from his crystal glass.

"That is what I wish. But it will be an indirect intervention, one that will deal a considerable and unexpected blow to the Human Empire," Mart explained.

The treasury administrator, who was present and whose job was to manage the marquisate’s funds, asked in a firm but respectful tone:

"Marquis Sevec, what will we gain from this? Won’t it just be losses?"

Mart Sevec looked at the red-haired demon, dressed in an elegant black suit and red tie, wearing black-rimmed glasses on his handsome face with a solemn expression.

"The profits will come in the future, you can be sure of that, I’ve already thought it through."

After discussing some important issues and confidential matters that only those present heard, the meeting that day came to an end.

...

Mart Sevec, as he did every two or three days, sometimes four so as not to be predictable, spent his afternoons scouring the marquisate’s territory using his demonic perception.

He sat on a rock he found and gazed at the distant horizon where the human territory lay.

"It’s as if I were looking at the immense, deep ocean. I can’t even begin to imagine what lies in its depths," thought Mart under the chiaroscuro sky, which was gradually turning the color of night, sprinkled with frost.

...

A few days later.

Mart Sevec was in the study room evaluating and reading some reports and requests that had arisen in his territory or concerning his territory.

Most of the reports and requests that reached him had already been filtered according to their level of relevance. This filtering was carried out by a group of demons that Mart had hired from among the outstanding students of the Danteriar Academy.

Of course, this group was supervised by an experienced demon who had worked for a long time in the marquisate, whose name was Er Sefcar, formerly the Sevecs’ butler.

The position of butler was taken over by Er Sefcar’s son, whose name was Lef Sefcar.

Knock! Knock!

Come in!" said the marquis.