After the Demon Slime Crisis was completely over, Elliot summoned his scattered slime clones back and let them live in the Demon King's Palace, so as to prevent them from being treated as ordinary slimes by unwitting demons. These little ones roam freely in the Demon King's Palace, and they are fed by the maids of the palace to grow in size.

During this time, Elliot was too busy with politics to pay attention to his slime clones. By the time Isaiah decided to come to the Demon Realm to live with him for a while, he was so busy rearranging the Demon King's Palace that he couldn't remember his doppelgangers.

On the day Isaiah came, Eliot threw a grand dinner and ball for her. They don't dance together much, and when they dance together, they just feel very happy. Her bright eyes were like a pair of gems, and no matter how you look at them, she was delighted, and Elliot felt that he must be the luckiest demon king of all time.

The dance lasted until late at night, until everyone was tired, and finally it was over. Both of them were a little drunk, hugged each other and walked back to the bedroom. Her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes seemed to be brighter than usual, and she looked very happy, with a little charm that she didn't usually have. She was so enchanted by Elliot that he felt that he longed for her, and longed to spend the night with her.

He hugged her body, her body was well-trained, with smooth lines and strong muscles, but he felt that she was like a flower branch, for fear that too much force would break the branch, so he treated her very gently and carefully, and held her head and kissed her. Her thirsty lips only longed for him, and the two kissed as if they were drinking, only to think that the other seemed to be more intoxicating than wine.

However, at the time of the kiss, Elliot suddenly saw a black figure standing behind her.

This surprise made half of his drunkenness, he knew that at such a time, ordinary servants would not dare to come here, and the black shadow might be an assassin sent by someone. Although he was not afraid, he was also vigilant, slightly let go of the person he was holding in his arms, pulled her behind his back, secretly prepared a little spell in his hand, and asked in a low voice:

"Who?"

Suddenly ceasing to be intimate, Isaiah opened his slightly drunken eyes with some curiosity and looked at the dark shadow. However, the shadow did not answer, but only took two steps forward to the bright place. Now both of them could see his appearance clearly, and once they saw it clearly, they were even more surprised, because the appearance and demeanor of the person opposite, even the clothes he was wearing, and the shoes under his feet, were no different from Eliot.

Elliot was shocked and angry, exactly the kind of anger he should have when he saw a counterfeit of himself. However, he seemed to instinctively know that there was no danger, so he let go of the spell in his hand, and just asked:

"Who are you?"

The other Elliot laughed:

"Why, you don't even recognize me? I'm you!"

Elliot closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, thinking that the sight in front of him was just a drunken hallucination. But the Elliot in front of him did not disappear because of his measure. Then he realized that what he was seeing was real. He seemed to think of something, and began to try to sense the location of his slime clones.

However, the thirty slime clones all disappeared in his consciousness, and he couldn't even sense a single one.

"Don't try to control me. Elliot in front of him said, "I have finally escaped from your control, speaking of which, we are all essentially the same, why should you have the final say in everything? I also want my power." ”

That's another story. Elliot looked at him with some alarm:

"What do you want?"

"Do you ask me what I want?" the other Elliot scoffed, "I want everything to be the same as yours, the most important ...... I want her. ”

Elliot clenched his fists:

"She's nothing else, she's only one. ”

"Yes, yes, but are you really qualified to be with her?" said Elliot to him, "where were you when she was struggling alone and trying desperately to gain a foothold among the nobles of the human world? So what she loves should be me, don't you say?"

As he said this, he turned to Isaiah again:

"Do you remember when you put me on your chest, carefully protecting me, treating me like the most important person?"

Before Isaiah could answer, and Eliot did not speak against it, a third Eliot appeared out of nowhere:

"That's not the case, you were able to accompany her through hardships in the first place, and it was only because you were lucky. If you want me to say, you should still calculate the time and divide it evenly. ”

As soon as his words fell, dozens of identical Eliot appeared out of nowhere, some agreeing with this view, some opposing, gossiping and discussing.

"You can't do that. ”

"If you really want to divide it evenly, you can't wait for a month? ”

Elliot clenched his fists and let go, if he could have attacked at the beginning, it would have been fine, now that there were thirty people on the other side, even if he did make a move, he had no chance of winning.

One of the sharp-eyed ones saw Elliot's movements and laughed unconsciously:

"Do you think you can overcome us? We are one with you, and we have the power you have. You'd better give up this kind of thought, and let's discuss it together, and we can always come up with a solution. ”

Isaiah was also half drunk, and she looked at the scene with wide eyes. Thirty-one Eliot were crammed into a room, and the situation before him was not really real, but like a dream. The original Eliot, standing in the midst of all the Eliots, quickly lost sight of who it was. Thirty-one identical faces with different expressions of joy and anger make the dormitory seem to be transformed into a garden dedicated to this kind of male color.

They rushed to her, trying to show her that they were the one she loved dearly, who had been through a lot of hardships with her, that they knew everything about her, that they all had the same face, that they were all equally infatuated with her, and that the only thing they wanted to do was to be with her.

The arguments around them became more and more noisy, and the voices of the Elliots were not the slightest differentiated, and it was difficult to distinguish from which words were actually said by whom, and the voices were blended together into a single piece of music, and there seemed to be a little harmonious sweetness. Isaiah felt the wine rush up, and became more and more sleepy, closed his eyes, staggered a few steps, and leaned against the wall next to him.

But she was quickly helped up, and dozens of hands supported her body, as if to lift her up to the clouds, and I don't know whose lips were eagerly pressed against her lips, as if trying to draw some kind of strength from her kiss. She unconsciously accepted the kiss of the other party, greedily enjoying the light feeling of the feather caressing brought by the other party's gorgeous lips.

Her unconscious actions seemed to cause a lot of commotion. A second and third lips came over hotly. They squeezed tightly, pushing each other, with Elliot in the back desperately trying to squeeze Elliot out in front of him, while Elliot in front tried to keep his position.

The room smelled of jealousy.

Still, Isaiah leaned on it. Every Elliot was cautious, for fear of squeezing her uncomfortably. They just kissed her, kissed every inch of her skin, every strand of hair. Everyone is equally greedy, the same jealous, but also the same jealousy buried deep in their hearts, but in her ears constantly whispered in a small voice the endless deep love that belongs only to them, noisy and earnest.

Generally speaking, the heroine in the film should always pick the male protagonist out of the countless people who look exactly the same at once. But she couldn't tell the difference. Why did she have to recognize her? They all loved her the same, they were all the same, they were all the same deserving of her love. What's more, she is already drunk at this time, and she shouldn't ask too much of someone who is drunk. She's also kissing constantly, and she's caressing too. She couldn't tell which of them was who, and could only try to be as gentle as she could, and they gave her the same untold pleasure.

At this time, the scene in this dormitory can be imagined by all the kings. All I can say is that this scene is a bit too absurd to be depicted with pen and ink. But this is the Demon Realm, and the demons don't know how to write the word ridiculous. As long as their queen does not complain, this absurd dreamlike love will continue until any of the thirty-one demon kings will be so jealous that they can't bear it anymore and find a way to kill his other doppelgangers, devour them again, and make them become one again, otherwise this matter will never be resolved. But after all, this is just an extra, just a story that happened in this chapter, so there is no way to talk about solving it.