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“Victory on the front line! Big victory on the front line!”

“His Majesty Saros killed the monster Empress! His Majesty Ansel dealt a heavy blow to the monster Emperor!”

The young demon flapped his wings vigorously and walked through the streets and alleys of the Suberbian City. He stopped delivering milk today and was selling newspapers instead. The windows on both sides of the street opened one after another, and the martial people of the demon realm stopped the obviously excited newspaper seller and generously bought the newspapers without hesitation, including Haven.

With a cigarette still in his mouth, he couldn’t wait to unfold the newspaper, and stared at the news of the big victory, feeling absent minded for a long time. The cigarette ash fell down and almost burned the newspaper before he hastily took it from his mouth.

“Honey, have you read today’s newspaper? The neighbors are talking about this great victory.” A beautiful flame demon walked in with a basket of clothes, her horns bright and charming, “I really can’t spare a hand here….hurry up and turn on the TV, it is said that there are detailed reports about the front line, and by the way, see if our precious son is on the scene.”

Haven lifted his spirits and immediately turned on the bulky TV. He fiddled with the antenna for a while, getting the TV to pick up the signal better. This TV can receive a total of thirty-two channels. Although there are some problems with it sometimes, it is still the best TV on the whole street, and Haven is very proud of it.

……These are all products imported from the human world many years ago.

Haven patted the TV hard, and the picture finally became clear. His beautiful wife also put down the clothes and came over to watch together.

“Dear audience, I am now on the redstone front after the war. You can see that the cleanup and aftermath work is proceeding in an orderly manner. We achieved a beautiful victory and demonstrated the prestige of our demon realm. His Majesty Saros and His Majesty Ansel have made great contributions in this battle…”

The reporter from the Rabbitman tribe described the situation on the scene, and then he extended the microphone to the other side.

“Your Majesty Ansel, do you have anything to say about this great victory?”

Haven seemed to hear a burst of loud cheers erupting from the street outside. It must have been some troublemaker who moved the TV to the street, but he couldn’t bear to do that. He stared at the TV screen for a long time. On the screen, the white-haired Demon King looks majestic and beautiful, but when he spoke, one could feel the sharpness of the blade.

Haven felt his wife leaning gently on his shoulder, their horns touching together.

“Our Majesty has not changed at all, still majestic, powerful, beautiful, and benevolent.” The wife said softly. If she usually praised a person of the opposite sex like this, Haven would have been jealous long ago, but only when His Majesty the Demon King was involved, Haven was not only not jealous, but even wanted to raise his feet to express his approval.

“Yes.” He sighed softly, and his thoughts seemed to return to the rainy night more than three hundred years ago. He opened the door, and the white hair of the demon outside the door was completely soaked by the rain, but in his folded hands, the phoenix egg that was about to hatch was emitting a dim light.

He snapped out of his memories and kissed the top of his wife’s hair.

“Who would have imagined that we helped such a great person on a rainy night three hundred years ago.”

The wife also smiled softly, and suddenly, she stared at the screen.

“Look! Our silly son is on camera!”

“Really! His Majesty asked him something!”

 * * *

After being interviewed by the war reporter, Ansel was listening to his non-commissioned officer’s report on the battle damage. On the surface, he was calm and dignified, but in fact he was very anxious inside, almost as if he was stepping on a hot pot.

There is no other reason.

Of course! Horns!

【Automatic repair failed, please contact the manufacturer.】

Ansel’s eyes darkened.

His horn headband finally broke.

It’s certainly not unreasonable for Ansel to feel suffocated because a broken headband will have a series of serious consequences, first and foremost being its appearance. The horns of the demons have great individual differences, each with their own gimmicks. When Ansel customized the horns, he designed some special features, that is, those gemstone fragments. When he is agitated or emotional, the gem fragments will glow faintly, which is related to the characteristics of the horns of a Demon King!

But of course, the broken headband won’t shine, this is just one of the problems.

The second is the lack of a real-time energy transmission device, which makes it difficult for him to restrain the power solely belonging to an angel. Although the light power in the demon world is thin, Ansel, as a powerful battle angel, will automatically pull the light elements, and can gather considerable elemental power even in this barren atmosphere. The power of these elements will offset the consumption first, and if there is more, it will gather on the top of his head.

Yes, that’s right, the aperture will be longer.

Ansel: “…”

He just broke it a few days ago! Damn it!

So now Ansel is as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but on the surface, he listened to the report of the battle damage with a dignified expression and kindly gave important instructions, and then he planned to run. He also has a spare horn headband, which is hidden in his space ring. As long as he finds a place where no one is around and puts it on again, he can buy at least a few more hours.

Ansel calmly estimated the light elements accumulated automatically by his body, and made an accurate inference based on his experience. Coincidentally, the battle report is coming to an end, and the reporter’s interview is over, so he can run right away…

Damn it! Didn’t make it!

Saros’s side also ended, and he walked in the direction of Ansel. His dark blue pupils were very rarely filled with warmth, and when he looked at Ansel, his expression can even be described as soft. On the battlefield just now, they achieved very good results, and all of this could not be separated from the perfect cooperation between him and Ansel

“Ansel…”

“I’m going back.”

As a result, Ansel looked in a hurry and his tone sounded more urgent than usual. He interrupted Saros’s invitation for a drink, and turned around directly, and didn’t seem to intend to spend more time with him. Saros was startled, then, he frowned slightly.

When you talked to the non-commissioned officer just now, you were so kind, but you changed your attitude when you saw me?

Is he so unwilling to have a drink with himself?

Great victory on the front line, the Emperor was seriously injured, and the crown prince was ready to move. The monsters will definitely fall into internal strife in a short time. The celebration party to boost morale and share the results of the battle is already in preparation, and with the temperament of the demons who like to enjoy themselves, it will definitely be very lively. Before that, Saros actually wanted to invite Ansel to go to that bar again, this time they could have some drinks.

However, Ansel was not interested in his proposal at all, and instead seemed a little anxious, which made Saros a little sullen.

Ansel was dying of anxiety!

Horns! His mind is full of horns now! Go back and put on the spare horns!

He doesn’t want to grow a halo in front of people!

As a result, this guy, Saros, stopped him obstinately, and even grabbed his cloak.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Saros frowned, and then he furrowed his brows again, “The business just ended, let’s have a drink together?”

Ansel: “…”

Normally, he might be quite happy, but in this urgent situation…

Have a drink! No! Let him go!

The situation was critical, and Ansel’s mind changed, knowing that he could not avoid it. So he stopped walking in a hurry, but lowered his eyelashes slightly, his eyes looking a little tired.

“I originally… Forget it, just drink it.”

He decided to retreat, betting that Saros would pay attention to his face.

Sure enough, after the initial success of the invitation, Saros keenly noticed the tired look on Ansel’s face. His gaze immediately moved up to see the horns on Ansel’s head——

For the first time, the pair of palm-sized horns lost their sparkling brilliance, and became dim in response to the owner’s fatigue.

Saros: “…”

He subconsciously let go of his hand, and his heart suddenly softened.

Ansel was so tired, yet he was still willing to accept the invitation, he had me in his heart… stop!

Saros settled down his thoughts. The horns often best reflect the physical state and mental state of the demon. Ansel was willing to force himself to accept his invitation, but as a mature Demon King, he couldn’t be so blind.

“Are you really tired? We can make an appointment another day.” Saros said softly, “The celebration will only start at night, and I will take care of other things here. You go back and rest.”

This was completely within Ansel’s expectation, he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, turned around and left. Seeing him leave in a hurry with his white hair fluttering, Saros still felt uneasy, he pondered for a while, and asked the nearby minister.

“Do you have any….. potions for relieving fatigue?” The minister was stunned for a moment, “Of course I have some high-quality products here, you can choose them.”

The wealth of Luster City is also reflected in potions and various magic props. Saros carefully selected two or three bottles with the best taste from a pile of bottles and jars, and later felt that they were not enough, so he simply took the whole box away.

A close minister who had his whole box of potions confiscated: “…”

He looked at the back of His Majesty leaving in confusion.

In that direction, it seems to be His Majesty Ansel’s tent?

 * * *

On the way back to the tent, Ansel was not interrupted again, which can be said to be very lucky. He returned to his tent, first dismissed the guards at the door, and then sent the phoenix Finny to watch over the preparations for the celebration banquet. Finally, he felt that it still was not safe, so he casted layers of magic protection on the door of the tent.

Now he finally felt a little more at ease. However, when he just grabbed the horns on the top of his head and was about to pull them off——

“Ansel”

A familiar indifferent tone sounded outside the tent.

Ansel: “…”

He grabbed the horns on the top of his head and stuck there without moving up and down. The whole angel was almost depressed.

Help! Did Saros notice something? !

Otherwise, why have you been following him!

The author has something to say:

Saros: I’m in love.

Saros: He has me in his heart.

Ansel: …

Ansel: Help! He’s so scary. Did he find out?

Saros:? ? ?

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