"If the Demon King can make the Saintess of Fata happy, there's a serious possibility that the magical girls' magic attacks could drastically miss their targets, falling nowhere in the Demon Realm."
Shami paused for a moment, immediately understanding the magical girl's implied meaning, glanced at her boots, and walked over without hesitation.
At this point, even knowing that the magical girl's S attribute is bursting with the urge to discipline the Demon King, there's nothing that can be done!
Being disciplined by your own Demon Envoy doesn't count as embarrassing.
Shami squatted down and hurriedly took off the magical girl's two little leather boots, revealing her feet clad in semi-transparent black stockings, with her fair toes faintly visible.
"My feet feel a bit sore."
"Doesn't smell like it."
"I meant that kind of sore!" The magical girl glared at Shami.
Shami immediately bowed his head sensibly and helped massage the magical girl's left foot hanging in the air.
