At our house in Neverland, there had been so many delicious things, but the one the Demon King chose to eat was wine.

“Wine? Is it really that wine the Demon King likes?”

“We have to hurry. Neither you nor I have much time.”

“Hmph.”

Duke Winterly sneered at me, his face filled with mockery.

Then, with a smooth motion, he vanished, leaving behind his voice.

“Look forward to it. I’ll bring the best wine to present to the Demon King.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

I replied indifferently and opened the system window again.

How much time had passed since I came …