Leo blinked, then beamed. He produced a second, hidden pudding cup from his inventory. "Of course! Sharing is caring."

Maou veins throbbed visibly on his forehead as he pointed a trembling finger at the figure lounging comfortably on his throne—which, incidentally, had been re-upholstered with bright yellow duck patterns.

"That is not a duty! That is theft! That is tyranny!" Maou slammed his hand onto the strategy table, sending the miniatures of his army scattering. "And don't call me Maou-chan! I am the Demon King! The Terror of the Lands! The Shadow that Walks!"