“Queen Lily transformed the castle into a giant maze; Laos and Les went mad, continuously devouring the demons intended for feeding; Hongyuan, in the breeding season, flew away from the castle; and as for the Sage’s Gate ──”
Ziyuan paused sorrowfully before continuing, “She, like a clown, incessantly sang strange and cryptic songs, attracting tens of thousands of black crows to perch on the maze. Queen Lily got angry, claiming that the bird droppings dirtied the castle walls. In a fit of rage, she demolished the palace and used it to smash the crows. I initially wanted to intervene, but Queen Lily threw an entire wall at me, injuring me. As the chaos continued for three months without stopping, everyone fled to escape the turmoil and save their lives. I managed to endure until just two days ago when I used a teleportation magic circle to leave. As I was leaving, I was once again hit by a wall thrown by Queen Lily.”
So now, the Demon King’s castle can be described as a state of anarchy ruled by pets.
“Then…” I really want to see it with my own eyes!
Thrett didn’t dare to state it explicitly. He was afraid that Ziyuan, who was currently emotionally charged, might erupt in a burst of emotions and do something unconventional.
“You were actually thinking, ‘I really want to see it!’ in your heart, weren’t you?”
“Ahahaha, let me help you with the wound.” Thrett nervously chuckled and changed the subject.
Among the demons, each individual could only use one or two types of magic, specializing in areas like fire or lightning, and some had special magic for healing or cursing. However, among the demons, only the Demon King could use any magic in all directions.
“I’ll leave it to you, then.”
The two of them found an open space and stood still. Thrett placed his hands on Ziyuan’s injured area and performed healing magic. Once healed, Ziyuan removed the cast by breaking it.
“That should do it.”
“I’m truly grateful, Your Majesty.”
he two continued to whisper and exchange pleasantries about the recent situation in the Demon King’s castle when suddenly a scream echoed from above.
“Everyone below, move awayyyy!”
Thrett instantly stepped back two paces, but Ziyuan reacted a beat slower. Just as he was about to look up, a massive object crashed into him with a resounding impact.
“OW!” Ziyuan was pinned to the ground, and his just-healed right hand emitted a painful groan.
“Wow! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Are you okay?” The one who fell onto him was a young man with golden hair, emerald eyes, and lavish attire. He also had a pair of pure white wings on his back!
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On the continent of Sipistole, there was only one person who could possess white wings – the Hero. Thrett stared at the young man with some surprise, as he also knew another young man with the proof of being a Hero. However, it was unprecedented for two Heroes to appear simultaneously.
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“Is this guy’s head broken?” Ziyuan turned to Thrett and asked, and he shrugged.
“Is this one also a contracted demon?” The young man approached and peered beneath Thrett’s hat, then suddenly commanded, “Show me your contract proof.”
‘This can’t be so unfortunate. Being exposed by this seemingly Heroic kid?’ Thrett thought to himself as he silently presented his credentials.
“You, mister!” The young man took the documents, glanced at them for just a moment, and then shouted at Thrett, “These are fake, right?! Tell me, what evil intentions does this wicked demon have!”
I appreciate the correction. Here’s the revised version:
Completely different from his attitude towards Ziyuan just now, the young man rudely pulled out a small knife from his waist and pointed it straight at Thrett.
Thrett was about to speak when, with a “clang,” the sword that had been aimed at him was forcefully swept away by a blood-red sword.
“What do you want to do to him?” an intimidating voice came from the side, and Ellyad frowned, staring intensely at the young man.
“Ellyad? How did you get here?”
“You’ve been gone for a while; I couldn’t help but worry a bit,” Ellyad frankly expressed and lowered his offensive stance.
“Ah, right.” The concept of worry was quite vague for demons, so Thrett was momentarily at a loss for words.
Ziyuan was a bit confused about the situation. It seemed that this young man with chestnut-colored hair was a companion of the Demon King on his journey. The sword in his hand looked exactly like the Hero’s sword, but on the other hand, there was another young man with a pair of pure white wings unfolding behind him.
“What on earth is going on?” Thrett wondered. It was the first time he had seen himself being protected, and there was something strangely unfamiliar about it. The unparalleled Demon King, protected like an ordinary person? Although the Demon King had armies and guards, they were mostly symbolic.
“My dear compatriot, is your sword a replica of the ‘Blood-Red Goddess Elena’? So, you’re a Hero enthusiast?” The young man, upon seeing Ellyad’s sword, immediately dropped his guard and started a friendly conversation.
“Huh?” Ellyad was completely puzzled, emitting a confused monosyllable.
The Demon King and the Hero were not just legends; they were living myths. Humans were devout followers of the Goddess Elena, and the Hero was revered equally. Therefore, in the trends among young people, it was common to get tattoos of the Hero’s totem or use a red-bladed sword as an accessory. In the realms created by successive Heroes, such scenes were ubiquitous.
“Mmm, the craftsmanship on this is quite exquisite, but unfortunately, it really can’t compare to my ‘authentic piece,'” the young man remarked, leaning on his chin as he carefully examined Ellyad’s sword.
Ellyad didn’t respond or argue; he seemed to be lost in thought.
“Before anything else, let me introduce myself. I’m Polon, the youngest prince of this country. At the same time, I’m the current Hero. Now, it’s your turn.” With that, he flapped the wings on his back a few times, as if in agreement.
“I’m Ellyad, and the elf is, Lena.” Lena6 suddenly appeared from behind Ellyad, elegantly lifting her skirt in a curtsy.
“I’m Thrett Fyndril—”
“When conversing with royalty, you must remove your hat. You’re not allowed to cover your face; otherwise, it’s a crime of disrespect. Don’t you even know this?” Polon spoke with an air of superiority, deliberately targeting Thrett.
“Daring to be so disrespectful to the monarch, I really want to cut this brat with a knife! By the way, I remember that His Majesty picked up a Hero before. To think he turned into such an irritating appearance as he grew up. Back then, he should’ve just cut him down directly.” Ziyuan was loyal to Thrett, the Demon King, so seeing him treated with such disrespect filled him with intense anger.
As Thrett was fuming internally, Ellyad stood in front of him, calmly asking, “Is a royal who interrupts others worth respecting?”
Ziyuan’s attention immediately shifted to Ellyad, scrutinizing him from head to toe, feeling a sense of familiarity.
“It’s alright, I’ll remove the hat, right?” Thrett smiled, patting Ellyad on the shoulders and taking off his hat. Ellyad’s stunningly handsome face immediately captured Polon’s attention.
“Wow…” Polon couldn’t help but exclaim softly, then mumbled, “Just for the sake of Mr. Ellyad, who’s willing to step forward to protect you, this prince will reluctantly let you off this time.” After being captivated for a while, he finally turned his attention to Ziyuan, who hadn’t been introduced yet.
Originally intending to deliberately avoid the situation, Ziyuan, seeing the Demon King looking at him, reluctantly said, “My name is Ziyuan. I’m… a longtime friend of His… Thrett’s.” He nearly misspoke twice in one sentence, considering he had been saying, “I’m an aide to His Majesty” for over three hundred years.
“Ziyuan, is it? What a pleasant name,” praised by the disliked brat. Ziyuan showed a displeased expression, but Polon didn’t notice.
“As for what happened just now, Mr. Ellyad was right. I lacked the demeanor of royalty.”
“No, I also spoke disrespectfully to royalty.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Now that I’ve gotten to know everyone, in the spirit of fate, let me take you on a tour of the palace, especially you, Mr. Ellyad, the fan of heroes. Please come and appreciate the real ‘Blood-Red Goddess Elena.'”
Ellyad didn’t show any particularly happy emotions but didn’t refuse the prince’s invitation. Thrett, on the other hand, had an expectant look. Although he understood that this arrogant young man was a prince, he still believed that the sword in Ellyad’s hand was the real Hero’s sword. So, he planned to investigate, treating this unexpected event as a foreign sightseeing trip. Ziyuan was currently in a state of fleeing from the city. Since he had nowhere to go and coincidentally encountered the Demon King, he naturally followed along.
As the group toured the palace’s treasure vault, despite soldiers, servants, and maids constantly bowing and saluting to Polon along the way, Ziyuan noticed that each person’s attitude carried a deliberate aloofness, as if repelling something.
“This is the treasure vault, and look, it’s this one.”
In a room displaying numerous gold and silver treasures, a prominently positioned sword caught their attention. The blade was made of red crystal, while the hilt was crafted from platinum, giving it a somewhat vulgar sense of “I’m priceless, I’m worth stealing.”
The sword was surrounded by layers of magical circles, set up to prevent theft. Naturally, every precious item in the treasure vault had similar anti-theft mechanisms.
Ziyuan approached for a closer look, and to be honest, there wasn’t any particularly distinctive magical aura on the sword. At best, it was just a royal-grade luxury imitation. Ellyad also joined in to scrutinize the sword, and the gray scarf brushed across Ziyuan’s line of sight.
“Looks familiar.”
Seeing this gray scarf, he couldn’t help but recall a long time ago in the Demon King’s castle, there was a scarf rumored to be a rare treasure with healing magic. Just by wearing it, the healing process would be accelerated. However, since demons rarely got injured, the scarf became a sought-after item for treating things like stiff necks, lower back pain, and other minor ailments. The last person he remembered using it was the Demon King himself. However, it eventually went missing, and everyone felt a sense of regret about it.
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Afterward, Polon treated the group to a visit to the outlying palace and a second round of afternoon tea.
Thrett, holding a chocolate-covered cloud berry, didn’t look very pleased; it seemed he didn’t like this excessively sweet treat. The cream apple pie, on the other hand, suited Ellyad’s taste perfectly. Although he chewed slowly and deliberately, his upper and lower jaws never stopped moving, silently consuming the entire plate of pies in front of him.
Sometimes Thrett couldn’t help but wonder how many stomachs Ellyad actually had. He always managed to devour portions meant for two people, and if left unchecked, he could even polish off an entire table of dishes. However, despite consuming so much, Ellyad never seemed to gain a potbelly or bulk up. Apart from being taller than the average person, his physique maintained a well-proportioned balance—neither slender nor muscular.
“By the way,” Ellyad suddenly stopped eating and asked, “Why did His Highness Polon just raise his sword against Thrett?”
The cookies in Thrett’s hand fell onto the tabletop. He hastily picked them up, too preoccupied to show his disdain. In the awkward atmosphere, he took a bite to cover up his unease.
“Because your demon contract certificate is fake! Demons with unclear origins and hidden motives are the most dangerous. Who knows if he might cause trouble during the national celebration week? Ellyad, even though he seems to be your companion, be cautious; it’s delicate, you know.” Regardless of Thrett’s presence, Polon straightforwardly warned him.
“How do you know that the contract certificate is fake?” Ziyuan retorted, displeased with Polon’s criticism. He had painstakingly forged that contract certificate, and it didn’t make sense for it to be exposed so easily.
“It’s quite simple. The place of contract registration he filled in on that certificate is the region where the Demon King’s castle is located. Since that area is the Demon King’s headquarters, there’s no way anyone would set up a unit for contract demons in such a dangerous place.”
Bro that’s just stupid wtf 😂😂
As you can see they don’t plan ahead sometimes. lol.. ( ´･ω･)
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