“You guys… how long is ‘a little while longer’ as His Holiness said?”
In the deepest level of that gloomy prison, Prince Volkan, a werewolf with his eyes pierced, let out a long sigh.
However, there was no response for a long time…
“Hey?”
“Why aren’t you two talking?”
“Damn it, speak! Have you two already run off? Son of a…”
“Shut up, you stupid dog! Has your nose stopped working?”
Finally, Blood Clan Princess Isabella spoke up impatiently, scolding him.
This time, Volkan didn't retort, but instead let out a sigh of relief.
…
In the afternoon, the scorching summer sun baked the bluestone city walls of the Royal Capital, and the iron door studs reflected dazzling white light, as if to melt the surrounding space.
Mil and Lilith were preparing to board the carriage back to the Holy City.
But Mil was listless the entire time…
The failure of this plan was a heavy blow to him.
He had intended to bring despair to this world, but he hadn't expected this world to be even more ruthless than himself.
Behind every successful Demon King, there must be a group of powerful subordinates…
Death Knight!
DK! My DK! How can I live without you?
Just as the group was about to depart, that clear, cold voice came from afar with the sound of hooves—
“Mil!”
Mil turned his head sharply, a momentary joy igniting in his eyes, but what followed was endless melancholy…
Diana dismounted and rushed directly in front of Mil, but didn't know what to do and stopped awkwardly.
The corners of her eyes were slightly red, and her blue eyes were as beautiful as ice flowers;
She clenched her fists and placed them on her chest, feeling that the distance between them was so close, yet so far.
Diana and Lilith were always the most dazzling presences in a crowd; whenever they appeared in public, people would secretly sigh—
Which lucky person would end up with a girl like that?
Mil politely bowed and said:
“Good afternoon, Princess Diana, is there something you need?”
“No, I just came to… see you off.”
“Hmm, the pleasure is mine.”
They were clearly two childhood sweethearts, yet Mil’s tone was so indifferent, as if they were strangers.
Diana could also clearly see the unwillingness, reluctance, helplessness, and loneliness in Mil’s eyes;
This was… genuine emotion.
Mil nodded and turned to enter the carriage.
The people preparing the carriage were all servants of Paradiso Mansion, and they looked at their young lady, Lilith, whose eyes were sparking…
Everyone held their breath.
Diana stood blankly in front of the carriage door, while beside her, the already impatient Lilith leaned against the gilded carriage, her dark brown hair flowing down her crimson silk dress.
She casually twirled her jade hair hairpin, her purple eyes shimmering with a hint of warmth and anger:
“Princess Diana, if you haven’t seen enough, you can open the door and go inside to get your fill. After all, the next time we meet will probably be my wedding to him. By then, you’ll have to call me Mrs. Mil.”
“Hmm, I wish you happiness.”
After speaking, Diana lowered her head, her nails digging into her palms, and reluctantly turned to get on her horse…
But even as the carriage rolled over the stone bridge of the moat, Diana remained standing on the battlements, waiting until the convoy left and disappeared from sight. Only then did Diana’s silver armor clank against the stirrup, the crisp sound startling the white doves on the city wall’s arrow slits.
Incense smoke curled within the carriage, and Mil stared down at the violets solidified in the crystal.
Lilith was still sulking, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Finally, feeling truly stifled, she warned Mil:
“If I catch you cheating again, don’t blame me for telling the Church your secret.”
“Our wedding is just a formality, is it really necessary to be like this? Aren’t you going to serve ‘that Lord’? Do you really intend to make it easy for me?”
Mil was speechless. They had agreed on a partnership, and now she was threatening him again?
Hmph, women.
Lilith maintained her arrogant posture:
“Do you still not understand my purpose? If that Lord fails, then naturally I will be yours.”
“Heh… your original fiancé, the Third Prince, is finished. Even if you don’t marry me, it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Albert III is not as easy to fool as you imagine!”
Seeing Lilith’s serious expression, Mil chuckled and casually said:
“I’ve been under a lot of stress lately. How about you make it easy for me in advance?”
“Oh~ I actually thought you could resist temptation. What? Can’t hold back?”
“Just make do, consider it an emergency.”
Lilith considered herself to have a good temper, but she still felt her insides burning after hearing that.
She also didn’t understand how she managed to resist throwing Mil out.
The Third Prince’s plan was completely exposed, and his collusion with the Demon Race was also discovered, leading to his imprisonment.
And throughout the Royal Capital, everyone was busy dealing with the aftermath of the demon tide.
But none of this concerned Mil anymore…
However, this time was not entirely without gain;
He had absorbed more power during the demon tide, and after using “Primordial Source Blood,” his connection with the abyss was strengthened.
Since he was quite tired on the day of the demon tide and rested early, and then traveled the second night, staying with Lilith;
So on the third day, as soon as he returned to his Holy City mansion, Mil rushed back to his room and opened the succubus book—
“Miley, let’s train for a bit.”
“His Holiness, I’m a bit tired today…”
“Just for a bit longer.”
After a night of rest, Mil regained his spirits.
He could clearly feel that in a while, he would be able to advance to a 3rd-tier Magician!
As the Son of the Demon King, he couldn't just lie flat, could he? If he hadn't intervened a few times before…
Forget it, don't think about these things.
He was very fortunate that his identity as a Black Magician had not been exposed.
He just couldn't understand why Diana hadn't exposed him, even though she clearly knew.
Early the next morning, he returned to his normal routine, checking in at the church in the morning, then attending classes at the Magic Academy…
The sun was pleasant, and Lilith was still waiting for him at the school gate, the ancient Gothic castle behind her chiming its bell.
She wore her large pointed witch hat and wizard robe, dressed in a British-style JK uniform, her snow-white skin appearing delicate and rosy against the white collar;
Leaning against the carriage, she played with her long legs, the pointed toes of her patent leather Mary Janes tapping impatiently against the flagstones.
The summer wind lifted her brown hair, and also carried the scent of youth everywhere.
“Good morning, my fiancé.”
Her crescent-shaped smiling eyes, soft with a hint of aggression, had no effect on Mil, who nonchalantly adjusted the silver buttons of his academy robe:
“Morning.”
“I have good news for you… I’m already a Fourth-tier Magician.”
Hearing this, Mil suddenly frowned:
“How?”
“Hmm… I often do magic nerve training. Over time, combined with personal talent, I improved.”
Lilith pulled down her hat brim, chuckled, and shrugged, her face full of pride.
“Oh? That’s certainly my style. Coincidentally, I also know a little succubus who I torment every night to train my magic nerves.”
Mil said with a hint of pride, but Lilith trembled, her pupils contracting…