Home/ The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns/ Chapter 3
After dealing with a mountain of official documents, arguing with ministers through the magic mirror, having afternoon tea with close allies, and arranging important meetings for dinner, His Majesty the Demon King dragged his exhausted body back to his bedroom.
This place is absolutely private, and there is an enchantment set by Ansel himself, so Ansel put aside the “demon king’s demeanor”, and threw himself on the soft big bed, like a social animal who had worked all day and didn’t even want to lift a finger.
Just lying face down quietly for a while, Ansel crawled up again in pain.
He also has to take off his contact lenses.
Ansel stood in front of the mirror. This mirror was not connected to the magic mirror network in the Demon King’s Palace, so it was very safe. He faced the mirror solemnly, and then began to remove contact lenses.
What a joke, how could an angel have sunset colored pupils like a demon? It must be contact lenses!
Today, it was extremely difficult to take off the contact lenses. Ansel’s tears came out, and he finally managed to take off one piece. He blinked in the mirror, and now he could see the huge difference between the two eyes: one still has the demon’s vertical pupils, which appears arrogant and sharp with the background of the sunset; while the other eye without the contact lense seems faded, which seems to have the brilliance of a sunset, and it only reminds people of beautiful clouds or a sea of flowers.
——Angel’s pupils.
At this moment, above Ansel’s head, something seemed to be flickering slightly. The thing was in the shape of a ring, having a warm light color that could glow even in the dark, hovering softly above Ansel’s head.
——Angel’s halo.
Ansel took off his contact lenses and more tears came out. Suddenly, the phone rang and almost made him put the contact lenses back. This is a private call, and only a few people know about it, either Ansel’s trusted ministers, or the important leaders of other demon forces who need to contact Ansel in time. Ansel finally managed to take off his contact lenses, and was happy. After thinking about it, it should be a call from the dispatched prime minister, so he picked it up casually.
“Andre?”
There was silence on the other end of the phone, only the sound of slight breathing can be heard. Ansel noticed something from the silence. It was not Prime Minister Andre who made the call, but someone else. This habit of being silent at the beginning is probably only…
“The Demon Lord of the Western Regions, Saros Asmodeus is calling.” The deep voice was a bit cold, reminiscent of some cold and harsh things on the frosty ice field. But the tone is extremely pleasant, with precise wording and a gentle tone, showcasing the elegance and nobility of “The Demon King’s Family” for several generations in this short sentence.
This voice with an eloquent tone almost made Ansel drop the phone directly.
He also immediately tightened his nerves as the demon king.
“The Demon King of the Western Regions is calling this late at night, could it be…”
He paused, thinking of the newspaper that made his liver ache during the day, and suddenly came up with a novel idea. Saros called him late at night, does he want to apologize for the report?
For example, his original intention was to make the outside world feel that the relationship between the Eastern Region and the Western Region is not very good, but in fact he still approves of Ansel’s new trade policy?
“I did make this call because of that report.” The voice on the other side was still cold, “I didn’t expect the wording of that report to be so…”
Apologize! Apologize to me! Immediately apologize to me…
“So gentle.”
“…?”
Ansel thought he didn’t hear clearly.
“What did you say?”
Just hearing a sneer on the other side of the phone, Ansel could almost imagine that guy sitting comfortably in a large armchair with stacks of documents in front of him, raising his chin arrogantly.
“My original words should be: Ansel, you are so naive and stupid that there is no cure for you!”
Before Saros spoke, Ansel actually thought that the other party would bow his head and apologize to him, and the more he thought about it, the more elated he became. Of course, of course, he is the magnanimous Demon King, and he is also a generous angel. If the other party bows his head, he will not hold a grudge….(1)
fart!
It’s not enough for him to criticize Ansel in the newspaper, but he also needs to call and scold him, causing his aperture to distort.
On the other side of the phone, Saros is still speaking.
“What exactly do you think about that new trade policy? It can be seen that you seem to have completely given up the support of the demon lords, and even want to touch the interests they have held in their hands for thousands of years.” On the other side of the phone, Saros’ fingers lightly tapped on the armrest of the seat showing some restlessness.
“Do you still think you haven’t had enough assassination attempts?”
Ansel himself knows this. He is an uncompromising hardliner. All of his policies are centered on the city of Suberbian and he is determined to clean up the demon lords scattered in the Eastern Region sooner or later. Because of this attitude, Ansel has suffered countless assassination attempts in the past three hundred years. Fortunately, his subjects were loyal and guarded the demon’s palace like an iron barrel, and Ansel was strong, so he is still alive and kicking.
What Saros said surprised him a little.
“Are you… worried about me?”
He asked a little hesitantly, obviously he didn’t think this enemy of three hundred years would be so kind.
The sound of knocking over documents came from the other end of the phone. After the sound of papers rubbing against each other, Saros’ piercing voice sounded again.
“No, I just hope you can last longer.”
“Oh?” Ansel immediately understood what he meant, his sunset-colored eyes narrowed slightly, “You want to attack Levi, the demon king of the Southern Territory?”
“…he is too weak.”
That’s right.
Weak creatures will be preyed on by predators, and it is best to have a stable surrounding if you want to hunt. So Saros hoped that he could be stable for another few hundred years, leaving enough time for him to attack the Southern Territory.
As for whether he will attack Ansel’s Suberbian City after capturing the Southern Territory, Ansel believes that it is certain.
He still has time to develop the city, and for the southern region, he also wants to get a share. If this period of time is used to gain enough strength to challenge the veteran Demon Lord Saros, by then, the entire Demon Realm will become a situation where he and Saros will divide the world.
The demon king’s ambition was growing, and his head was thinking. At that moment, Ansel thought a lot.
“The land in the Southern Territory is very fertile land and rich in ore.” Even though he knew that the other party could not see him, Ansel still raised his chin proudly and said to the other end of the phone, “I hope you don’t reveal your back when you are infatuated with your prey.”
“……the same goes for you.”
The phone hung up.
Ansel stood quietly for a while, and then he smoothed his long hair from the top to the end, the halo on his head was shaken by his movements. Only then did he remember this obstructive thing, facing the mirror, Ansel grabbed the aperture with one hand.
Probably because it felt that its life was about to end, the aperture began to flicker wildly.
“No, as the demon king, I can’t show you off to others.” Ansel murmured, and his hands moved, “Goodbye, Aperture 3658.”
Click!
Goodbye, my monthly halo!
The aperture that was broken off instantly dimmed, but it was still very warm, glowing like a warm jade. However, compared to the heavier jade, the broken aperture will be lighter, without the power of light, making it an ordinary hard plastic circle.
When Ansel was still an angel, he did not acquire relevant knowledge about the nature of the aperture. After all, no angel would tear off his aperture for research. However, Ansel has been fighting with his own halo for many years. He knows that even in a place like the demon realm where light elements are thin, the halo will automatically pull and store light energy. When the energy reaches a certain level, it will appear on his head, posing a great threat to his career as a Demon King, and the best solution is…
Break it off.
Then, Ansel worked hard to stuff the dimmed aperture into the spatial ring.This ring was filled with 3,658 apertures, which was already full.
It can still be stuffed, a little more, hold on, there are not many spatial rings that can store apertures.
While Ansel was fighting with the aperture, on the other side, after hanging up the phone, Saros, the demon king of the Western Regions, slowly leaned back on the back of the chair. In the Demon King’s office, there was only one dimly lit lamp, and a bright silver shadow flashed under the light. It was a silver-winged dragon that was flipping over his wings.
The refracted light awakened the Demon King from his contemplation. He looked at the silver-winged dragon who pressed its front paws on a document in front of him and let out a low “woo”.
It was a letter of surrender, cast by a demon lord under Ansel’s command. The content was roughly that the demon lord would create an opportunity to assassinate the current Eastern Demon King Ansel, and needed a little help from Saros.
The Demon King Saros lowered his dark blue vertical pupils.
“He can even be handed over to me, his situation…”
The devil then sneered again.
“It seems that he has never learned how to balance the forces under his command with radical methods, such reckless policies…”
Saros stopped.
Of course, Ansel has not learned it. He is a rare demon king who has fought hard from the ordinary demon class, which is completely different from Saros who came from the “demon king family”.
The silver-winged dragon saw its master staring at the table in a daze. In the past three hundred years, his master has been in a daze more often. The silver-winged dragon was used to it, he raised his hind paw and scratched his ear fins, waiting for an instruction.
“Let him come to see me in person, to the front line of the Seventh Abyss.” In the end, Saros said, “I believe he will be able to cover up his tracks.”
The silver-winged dragon flew away after receiving the secret order, and the demon glanced at the letter of surrender indifferently, and folded it temporarily.
Subconsciously, he raised his hand and touched the horns on his head which were pure black and shiny, looking extremely majestic.
The joint expedition is only a few days away, when the time comes…
We will be able to meet.
The author has something to say:
Saros: I touched my horns that he touched. (Let’s start XD)
TL Notes:
(1)Poor Ansel, instead of an apology, he got scolded again….😂
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