“Aina… what are you saying?” Xia Lun stared blankly at the young woman in front of him. “You… don’t recognize me?”
Aina Ghislian’s expression remained unchanged, still cold and aloof.
Just like the first time Xia Lun saw her.
“Please leave my house… Sir,” Aina repeated her words, her voice trembling slightly, seemingly out of fear. “I… have no memory of you.”
“You’re joking, right? You must be joking, right?” Xia Lun’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and a wave of bitterness suddenly washed over him. “I’m Xia Lun, Xia Lun Morian, I’m your husband…”
“I don’t have a husband. I’ve always lived here alone.”
Aina lowered her head, hiding her face in the shadow of her hood, not letting Xia Lun see her current expression.
How could it be? Aina had actually forgotten him.
“R-right… Is it because I’m younger now, so you don’t recognize me?” Xia Lun, somewhat distraught, grabbed Aina’s shoulders, shaking her delicate body. “Look closely! It’s me, I’m Xia Lun, you must recognize me…”
But the Aina in front of him was already in tears.
“I-I’m sorry, did I scare you?” Xia Lun released her hand in a panic.
Damn it! What was he doing? Why had it come to this?
“I… I’ll leave now. Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”
Xia Lun felt every step was as heavy as if filled with lead.
If… Aina had forgotten him, then what was the point of him coming back to life?
“Serves you right,” the young woman behind him said softly.
Xia Lun stopped.
“What did you say?”
“Didn’t you tell me to forget you? What, regretting it now?” Aina’s crimson eyes gazed at Xia Lun’s back.
“‘I’m sorry, please forget me’—what were you thinking when you said that, you jerk… Don’t ask people to do impossible things…”
Xia Lun stood stiffly, his heart instantly filled with ecstasy.
“You didn’t forget me! Aina!” Xia Lun turned around and immediately embraced his wife.
“You’re so naughty, playing such a trick on me…”
“I told you long ago, I would never forget you,” Aina whispered in Xia Lun’s arms. “Naughty? I told you not to die, but you still…”
Xia Lun gently stroked Aina’s head, and Aina, understanding, kissed his lips.
It was a long time before the two slowly separated.
“What… what happened?”
Xia Lun finally asked the question on his mind.
He remembered clearly that he should have died.
As a human, he had lived a full life with Aina by his side.
But his current state was, without a doubt, alive again.
Xia Lun could feel his heart beating, firm and strong; necromancy couldn’t achieve this level.
“Aina, what did you do?”
“I resurrected you, an obvious answer.”
“Is such a thing even possible?” Xia Lun was somewhat incredulous.
This completely overturned his common sense.
“I am the Demon King,” Aina said, lifting her head slightly with a hint of pride.
Xia Lun couldn’t help but touch Aina’s head. It felt incredibly soft, her delicate, smooth hair like pure milk, leaving a faint fragrance on his hand.
“It’s very rude to casually touch the Demon King’s head. I’ll forgive you this time, but you’re not allowed to do that in front of others.”
Although Aina said this, she didn’t push Xia Lun’s hand away, and her expression at the moment showed she rather enjoyed it.
“Yes, yes, Your Majesty the Demon King,” Xia Lun said dotingly.
She was still exactly the same as before.
“Although you’ve just woken up, I regret to inform you that it’s already evening.”
Xia Lun looked out the window; it was heavy snow, making it impossible to tell what time of day it was.
“Where are we?”
“On a snowy mountain. There aren’t many people here,” Aina replied. “I’ve lived here for almost seven hundred years.”
Xia Lun: …Aina seemed to have casually mentioned a rather astonishing number.
Aina took dinner from the bamboo basket she had brought: first, freshly baked, steaming soft bread, followed by fragrant cream borscht, and a few mouth-watering, tender steaks.
Almost instinctively, Xia Lun swallowed.
“Eat up, it’s all for you.”
It was then that Xia Lun noticed the bamboo basket was not simple; it was engraved with extremely complex miniature magic arrays, seemingly for insulation.
Xia Lun sat down at the table.
It was like this before, too; Aina was a very virtuous wife.
“It’s now Order Era 1136. Since your death… more than a thousand years have passed.”
Aina rested her elbows on the table, propping her chin in her hands, watching Xia Lun enjoy the delicious food she had made.
“So much time has passed… So the chaos era has ended,” Xia Lun mumbled, his mouth full of food.
“Yes, compared to that era, it’s still relatively peaceful… on the surface,” Aina watched Xia Lun’s face intently.
“Aren’t you eating?” Xia Lun swallowed the bread in his mouth and took a big gulp of the hot, fragrant soup. The familiar taste almost brought tears to his eyes.
“I’m not hungry.”
Aina smiled mysteriously, her gaze still fixed on Xia Lun’s face.
“Do you know, Xia Lun, we are both legendary figures now.”
Aina pointed to Xia Lun’s face, “You are the legendary Hero.”
Then, Aina pointed to herself: “I am the legendary Demon King.”
“Oh?” Xia Lun raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t particularly concerned about fame. “So what do they say?”
“Ahem,” Aina cleared her throat and recited in a serious tone:
“In chaos era 1819, the legendary Hero successfully sealed the Demon King. The Human and Demon races achieved a balance of power, signed a truce, and the world entered an era of peace.
In chaos era 1909, the Demon King broke the seal and re-emerged; the Demon King was incomparably powerful, and the Human race could not resist, eventually being annexed by the Demon race.
However, after annexing the Human race, the Demon King disappeared without a trace.
Thus, coexistence between the Human and Demon races was achieved, ushering in the Order Era…”
Xia Lun’s mouth twitched.
Hmm… chaos era 1819 was the day he married Aina.
Of course, what others didn’t know was that after their marriage, the two of them lived in seclusion, while publicly, it was announced that Xia Lun, as the Hero, had successfully sealed the Demon King.
And chaos era 1909, if Xia Lun remembered correctly, should have been the year he died.
After he died, Aina actually went and ruled the Human race!
But this time, no Hero stepped forward.
“Are you full?” Aina looked at the clean plates on the table; the food had been completely devoured by Xia Lun.
“I’m full…” Xia Lun let out a long sigh.
“Good, then it’s my turn.”
Aina took a step, and flames ignited around her.
When she stood before Xia Lun, her clothes had turned to ashes, revealing her delicate, jade-like skin.
“Uh… I just resurrected, directly… uh, isn’t that inappropriate? Should I take a bath first?”
Xia Lun hadn’t expected Aina to be so forward.
“No need, I’ve been wiping your body every day.”
Whoosh—
Aina’s bat wings spread out behind her, enveloping both of them.
In the darkness, Xia Lun met the Demon King’s dangerous and fatally alluring crimson eyes.
“Xia Lun, love me.”