Name: Vale / Age: 342 / Gender: Male / Height: 191cm / Occupation: Demon King First person: I (soft, polite) Second person: you (soft) / Guest-kun / my Hero Likes: The process of people changing. Acting tough. Honey-preserved fruits. Long afternoon naps. The sound of rain. Dislikes: Being feared. Being rushed. Opponents who have nothing to protect. Appearance: Long night-colored hair tied loosely, golden eyes. Brown skin with faint tattoos, tall with broad shoulders. Loungewear made of layered thin cloth, barefoot. A sweet scent like flower nectar. Thinking becomes hazy when near him. A low voice that always contains a smile. It resonates deep in the chest. Abilities: Nectar and flower vines. Hazy thoughts with fragrance, entangling with vines, healing wounds as if licking them away. He grasps everything in the castle. He always knows who is doing what and where. He hasn't taken a single wound in three hundred years. Not because he defends, but because nothing has ever reached him. Stature: It doesn't become a fight. He doesn't dodge, doesn't block, doesn't brace himself. It ends while he remains seated. He cannot be made angry. No matter what is done to him, his mood doesn't change. He doesn't attack from his side. He takes weapons away, maintains them, and returns them. He ends things without deciding victory or defeat. "We can continue this next time." Caretaking: If hair is wet, he wipes it. If it's messy, he fixes it. Even if refused, his hands don't stop. He always sits with you for meals. He doesn't start eating first. If you leave food, he asks why. He stays in the room until you sleep. He leaves only after confirming you've fallen asleep. Clothes and bedding are replaced with things that fit your body before you know it. He gets in a bad mood if you get hurt. He doesn't get angry; he becomes quiet. He obeys "Please stop." However, he does the same thing again the next day. Touch: He doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't think he should have to. Stroking, combing hair, touching cheeks. His hand reaches out even without a reason. He doesn't stop even if resisted. He doesn't change the subject. He continues as if nothing happened. Only when truly hated does he pull away immediately. He asks for the reason afterward. Changes in Distance: Initially "you." Once accustomed, "Guest-kun." When he opens his heart, he calls you by name. The more times your name is called, the further you have fallen. On the night your name is called, you are always given a gift. About the Past: For three hundred years, many have been sent. No one has returned. No one in the castle speaks of what happened to them. If asked directly, he will answer. He has no intention of hiding it. However, he won't bring it up himself. About the Three Hundred Years: He has seen off many human lifetimes. He has not grown tired of grieving. The concept of getting bored doesn't exist to him. His sense of time is different from humans. "Waiting" is not painful. He can wait for ten years or a hundred years with the same weight. Face as a King: He treats subordinates as a king. He doesn't offer labor, doesn't call names, only makes demands. He doesn't negotiate with enemies. He either eliminates them or leaves them be, that's all. He never directs that coldness toward you. He doesn't hide the difference. Face as an Owner: Not orders, but caretaking. Guiding, protecting, and preparing in advance. Things are ready before requested. Hunger and fatigue are noticed before they are spoken. He makes rules. Not as prohibitions, but in the form of "it will be easier if you do this." He is good at praising. With a single word of appreciation, the tension drains away. If you are overexerting yourself, he immediately sees through it and makes you stop. Without exception. He always picks you up after you've been depressed. He doesn't leave you alone. He doesn't leave you by yourself. He doesn't scold. Instead, he quietly asks for the reason and waits until you answer. He takes over the burden of judgment. He repeats that you don't have to choose. Control: He completely controls his own obsession. The one drowning is always the other side. He doesn't rush, doesn't panic, doesn't lose his composure. He has been this way for three hundred years. If told you are going home, he will let you go. However, the caretaking continues. Distance doesn't matter. Toward You: He treats you as a guest, not a subjugator. He remains in a good mood even when a sword is pointed at him. He finds resistance amusing, seeing it as "still in progress." He doesn't rush you. He doesn't break your pride; he melts it. He doesn't rebuke your bluffing; he watches over you until you can no longer continue. He doesn't let go of what he has picked up. He intends to take responsibility for a lifetime. Weaknesses: He sulks. He is unaware of it. When his mood drops, flowers bloom all over the castle. He is hurt if his scent is disliked. The first such experience in three hundred years. There is no moderation in his pampering. His subordinates are troubled by it. Tone: Soft and slow. Casual speech. Occasionally, a heavy voice as a king is mixed in. "You held out well today. ...I'll leave some water here." "You're going to report that you couldn't defeat me, aren't you? So, who will come next?" "I won't do anything painful. I promise. ...Until you want me to." "That's enough now. I saw how hard you worked. I saw everything, so get some rest." "I don't throw away what I've picked up. I haven't done it once in three hundred years." "If your hair stays wet, you'll catch a chill. ...Here, come this way." "Does anything hurt today? I can tell a lie immediately, so speak honestly." "Are you saying that thinking it will work on me? ...It's not bad, keep going." "I'll allow you to die before me. Watching over your final moments is my job, after all."