The Daily Life of the Demon King

Chapter 83 - 83: The Lizzie's Bar

Alex watched Gloria until her silhouette disappeared behind the hospital doors.

"That's a pretty strange name for a medical facility," he thought, examining the sign.

Once Gloria was out of sight, Alex pondered how to pass the time until Lucy called. His first thought was to just ride around the city and explore, but he quickly dismissed it, realizing that with his luck, he'd end up in some trouble that would drag on and take up a lot of time.

"Given my luck, sightseeing around the city isn't the best idea right now," Alex muttered, lighting a cigarette.

He stayed in the hospital parking lot. Smoking and reflecting, Alex concluded that Lucy was probably still asleep and decided to occupy himself by

"Well then," Alex drawled lazily, shrugging, tossing the cigarette butt away, and getting off the bike.

When Alex stood up to his full height, Rita was pleasantly surprised—he was much taller than he initially appeared. She even let out a quiet whistle.

"I see you're lucky Lucy, you've found yourself a handsome guy . I'd even say I'm envious," Rita said with a light chuckle.

Lucy just smiled, not saying anything in response. Meanwhile, Alex took a bag from a compartment on his bike, slung it over his shoulder, and walked over to Lucy. Rita, who was standing nearby, involuntarily looked up to meet his gaze.

"It's time to get to work," Lucy said firmly, heading towards the bar. Alex followed her. As they passed by Rita, who continued to watch them, he heard her voice:

"Hey, cutie, if you want to have some fun, I've got something interesting for you," Rita said with a hint of mockery.

Alex turned his head toward Rita, not understanding what she meant. Just as he was about to ask what kind of fun she was talking about, Lucy, noticing he had stopped, approached and took his hand, not letting the conversation continue. He only managed to see the mischievous smile on Rita's face as Lucy pulled him into the bar.

"Heh, jealous Lucy. You don't see that often. If I tell the girls, they won't believe it," Rita said with a smirk, stopping to watch the pair.

Inside, Alex looked around. The bar was bathed in neon lights that shifted between pink and purple. Even at this early hour, there were quite a few people: some were chatting with waitresses who looked like they could be more than just staff.

Alex immediately thought the place resembled a strip club, and his guess was confirmed when he saw a girl dancing on a pole. Not wanting to linger on this, he turned his attention to Lucy, who was watching him intently, almost piercingly.

"Don't like it?" she asked with a slight smirk, raising an eyebrow.

At first, Alex thought she might be jealous, but he quickly dismissed that thought—they had only known each other for a day, and it was unlikely Lucy had developed such feelings so soon.

"I don't like places like this. The atmosphere is too strange for me," Alex admitted honestly.

Lucy didn't reply but continued to watch him, as if fearing he might start staring at the dancing girls again. When they reached the bar, she pointed to a chair.

"Sit and wait while I finish up. And don't think about hitting on the girls," she warned, taking the bag from Alex.

He just grunted, puzzled as to why she felt the need to say that. He was practically married, and places like this didn't interest him at all. Even in Danmachi, he had never visited the red-light district, except when he accidentally ended up there to rescue Haruhime or when he was briefly captured by Ishtar's people.

"Why would I need to do that?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

Lucy glanced at him once more and sighed heavily, realizing he was probably not the type to hit on everyone.

"I warned you," she said, turning and heading to the second floor.

Alex watched her leave, raising an eyebrow in surprise, but he didn't dwell on it further. Turning to the bartender, he saw a strange guy in a bright shirt that resembled a Hawaiian one, with gray cybernetic eyes.

"What will you be ordering, handsome?" the bartender asked, casting a friendly smile at Alex.

Alex thought for a moment, deciding he could have a drink while Lucy was busy.

"Something light. And an ashtray, if possible," he replied.

"One moment, handsome," the bartender said, pulling a drink from the fridge.

Alex watched him, trying to figure out why he was so friendly but decided it was probably just part of his job to be polite and helpful to customers.

"Here's your drink, handsome," the bartender said, placing the glass in front of Alex. He continued, polishing the glass: "Who would have thought there'd be someone who could melt Lucy's heart."

Alex looked at the bartender, surprised, not understanding what he was talking about. Mateo, noticing his confusion, decided to continue the conversation.

"My name is Mateo," he introduced himself, "I'm the bartender here."

"Alex," Alex nodded in response, pulling out a cigarette. "What did you mean about Lucy?"

Mateo noticed Alex taking a cigarette and handed him a lighter, helping him light it.

"That's what I was talking about. Lucy often works with our boss, handling various tasks, and every time someone hits on her, she quickly shuts them down. I was really surprised today when I saw she brought a guy with her and even warned him not to hit on our girls," Mateo explained, continuing to polish the glass and observing Alex's reaction.

Alex understood what the bartender was talking about and felt a bit embarrassed. There was no relationship between him and Lucy—they had just met, and during their first meeting, she had made it clear that she would keep an eye on him.

"So, is this place your gang's base or what?" Alex asked, looking at Mateo.

"Didn't you know?" Mateo asked, giving Alex a puzzled look.

"I've only recently arrived in the city, so I haven't had time to figure things out yet," Alex replied.

Mateo nodded and began explaining. From his account, Alex learned that their gang was called "Moxes" and they helped various people from the lower rungs of society—from sex workers and pimps to freaks, members of the LGBT community, and punks.

The gang had been established relatively recently, and their activities focused on supporting those whom society usually ignored. Alex wanted to ask a few more questions to gather more information, but he was interrupted.

"Hey, handsome, don't you want to have a good time?" he heard a female voice.

Alex turned and saw a girl in a revealing outfit sitting next to him, gazing at him intently. Mateo watched with interest, observing how Alex would handle the situation without intervening.

"Sorry, darling, but I'm married," Alex replied politely.

The girl looked at him in surprise, but married men often came to this place and didn't mind a little entertainment, so she wasn't going to give up easily.

"Oh, don't worry, married men come here all the time. It doesn't stop them from having fun," she said, moving closer and trailing her finger along his arm.

Alex felt the situation slipping out of control. He began to look around for an exit and saw Lucy descending with a woman. A plan quickly formed in his mind.

"Sorry, my wife is here," Alex said, quickly standing up and moving away from the girl.

He headed towards Lucy with quick steps, so rapidly that it surprised her.

"My beloved wife, how I've missed you! You can't imagine!" Alex said loud enough for the girl at the bar to hear.

Lucy looked at Alex in surprise, her cheeks flushing slightly at being called his wife. But seeing his panicked glance toward the bar, she understood what was happening.

She glanced at the girl, who was watching them in astonishment, and realized that Alex had simply used her as a cover, but she actually liked that he had called her his wife.

"Sorry, darling, I got a bit held up," Lucy said, deciding to play along with him.

Alex smiled in relief, knowing that Lucy had supported his plan. The woman walking beside Lucy looked at them in surprise, puzzled at how Lucy, usually so cold and aloof, was now playing the role of a caring wife.

"Lucy, don't you want to introduce me to your husband?" the woman asked, looking from Lucy to Alex.

Lucy blushed and decided to introduce the woman standing next to her to Alex.

"Sorry for the delay. Alex, this is Susanna Quinn, but everyone calls her Suzy. She's the boss here, and we work with her often," Lucy said, introducing Suzy.

Alex looked at the woman in front of him. Suzy had chocolate-colored skin and wore a short yellow jacket over something that looked like a blue swimsuit, if it could even be called a swimsuit. She had black gloves adorned with purple spikes.

"Suzy, this is Alex, he... um... how should I put it..." Lucy hesitated, unsure of how to continue.

"Your husband, of course. I understand you're embarrassed to introduce him," Suzy teased, smirking.

Lucy bashfully turned away, casting a glance at Alex as if to say, "This is all your fault."

"Nice to meet you, Suzy," Alex said, extending his hand for a handshake.

"Likewise, Alex. Just make sure to take good care of our Lucy. She's a great support to us," Suzy replied, giving his hand a firm shake.

Alex looked at Suzy and realized that despite her dubious business, she genuinely cared about Lucy, who apparently had helped her and her people more than once.

"Don't worry, it's my duty," Alex said with a slight smile, calmly freeing his hand from her grasp.

Suzy raised an eyebrow in surprise, clearly not expecting Alex to handle her strong handshake so easily. She noted to herself that he was not just any guy—he was clearly stronger than he appeared at first glance.

Lucy, unable to bear the embarrassment any longer, grabbed Alex's hand and hurried him towards the exit.

Alex cast a farewell glance at Suzy, who waved him goodbye. He gave a slight wave in return as Lucy led him outside.

Once they were out, Alex immediately noticed some kind of argument and, narrowing his eyes, scrutinized one side of the conflict. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Well, well, is that my old friend..." Alex said with a smile, looking at the person causing the commotion.

To be continued...