"Oh..."
The conversation between the men fell silent once again.
Oh, seriously! Ron, what are you even talking about? Don't be nervous! Just because you're facing the Demon King doesn't mean you can't speak! You've lived for over two hundred years as an elf!
Ron looked grim, his hands gradually clenching as he racked his brains for a new topic.
Seeing Ron's serious expression, Shami also grew tense.
Could it be that something about him displeased this bearded elf? But he's the founder of such a large demon enterprise, a wealthy man with gold and land, definitely the top choice in the matchmaking market!
Suddenly, Ron seemed to think of something and looked at Shami tentatively.
Since the Demon King is my daughter's boyfriend, arranging a simple job for him should be easy, right?
