I Reincarnated As The Lazy Demon King's Butler

Elias Voss...a renowned name that floated eerily all around the globe and yet the last thing I remember was the weight of death crushing me in its hand.

As a high ranking government official, I spent years orchestrating diplomacy, managing crisis, and navigating the treacherous world of politics. Wars had been prevented with my word, economies stabilized through my careful negotiation—but in the end, none of that mattered.

A traitor's bullet did.

When the light faded from my eyes, I expected either eternal rest or the cold judgment of history.

What I got was a headache and the smell of something burning.

Welcome to the Demon King's Castle

I groaned, pushing myself up from what felt like cold marble. My body felt different—stronger, more agile—but before I could process it, a bored voice cut through the air.

"Oh, good. You're awake."

I turned my head and froze.

Atop a gargantuan obsidian throne, draped in velvet robes that looked more like a bathrobe than royal attire, sat a man with silver hair, curved horns, and eyes the color of smoldering embers.

His aura was overwhelming, a sheer wall of presence that could crush armies with a glance—but instead of radiating menace, he just looked vaguely annoyed.

"I was wondering when you'd get up," he muttered, yawning. "Welcome, by the way. You're my new butler."

Butler?

I glanced down. Gone were the ceremonial robes of my old world. In their place, I wore a finely tailored black-and-white uniform, lined with gold thread, a sign of prestige.

I caught my reflection in a cracked mirror leaning against the wall. My face was sharper, more defined, refined but ruthless—a visage suited for power.

"This is… unexpected," I muttered.

"Oh, you'll get used to it," the Demon King waved dismissively. "The last butler exploded. Some potion experiment gone wrong. Anyway, I needed a new one, and—poof!—you showed up."

I stared at him, trying to process the sheer absurdity of it. "So, let me get this straight. I die, wake up here, and you're telling me I'm your… servant?"

"Technically, you manage everything while I do nothing," he corrected.

I took another look around the throne room—and my stomach sank.

The grand chandelier was thick with cobwebs.Piles of paperwork sat, unread and untouched, gathering dust.The soldiers standing guard looked malnourished and half-asleep.The floor? Sticky with something I didn't want to identify.And right next to the throne… a discarded pile of snack wrappers.

I inhaled sharply.

"Are you telling me," I said slowly, "that you—the Demon King—are letting the entire kingdom rot… because you can't be bothered to rule?"

Azazel blinked at me. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

I resisted the urge to strangle him.

This was worse than any political disaster I had ever dealt with. Back in my world, I had prevented wars, stabilized markets, and crushed corruption under an iron fist.

And now?

I was in charge of a kingdom led by the world's laziest ruler.

I took a deep breath. "Fine. If I'm the butler, what exactly are my responsibilities?"

Azazel yawned again, stretching lazily. "Oh, you know. Everything."

The Kingdom in Ruins

I spent the next hour gathering information, and the more I learned, the worse it got.

The treasury was nearly bankrupt.The army had no discipline—half the soldiers were freeloaders.Demon lords openly ignored orders, ruling their own territories unchecked.And to top it off, a hero's army was already marching toward the castle.

"How are you still alive?" I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Azazel shrugged. "Because I'm strong?"

That was… an understatement. Despite his laziness, his magic alone was powerful enough to wipe out entire nations. The problem?

He simply didn't care.

I looked at the mountain of documents collecting dust. Treaties. Trade agreements. Missives from rival factions, some of which were weeks old.

I exhaled. Alright. If I had to fix this mess, I'd start at the top.

I turned to Azazel. "From now on, you're actually going to rule."

Azazel laughed. "Yeah, no."

I raised my hand—and suddenly, a golden contract materialized in the air. Runes glowed, spiraling around the Demon King. His body stiffened.

"W-WHAT?! WHAT IS THIS?!" he roared.

I smirked. "I think I just activated my butler abilities."

Azazel glared at me as the contract tightened around him, a shimmering chain of authority binding his magic.

"Wait. You mean… you actually have control over me?!"

"Looks like it."

His eye twitched. "I hate you."

I adjusted my gloves. "Get used to it, Your Majesty. We have a kingdom to fix."