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Had it not been for the distinctly inferior quality of the circle in the photo, Saros felt that he might have had a heart attack.

Few hours ago

Saros answered the call and descended into the summoning array.

He has always been somewhat uncomfortable with the relatively thin elements in the human world, but after descending into the summoning array, His Majesty the Demon King noticed a qualitative leap in the concentration of elements in the air. Although it was far from the level of the demon world, it still made him slightly surprised. It seems that the person or organisation conducting the summoning ceremony has a relatively deep background.

Not intending to allow humans to see his true appearance, His Majesty the Demon King took advantage of the situation to gather smoke, transforming it into a sheep’s head and a snake’s tail, emitting a roar towards the lower part of the summoning platform. The sky outside the window was gloomy, and the arrival of the demon caused an abnormal celestial phenomenon in this area, attracting countless eyes.

The strong wind blew the old man’s white robe in a certain direction. He was leaning on a sceptre embedded with a huge crystal, and within the crystal, the shadow of an angel’s white feather loomed faintly.

“That direction…”

“Is the Secret council performing a demon summoning again?”

But this time, unlike before, the expression of the old man in white robe was particularly solemn. Strange celestial phenomena, inexplicable prophecies, chaotic and uncertain situations… The human world has long been a chaotic battlefield of rabbits fighting each other, but this change makes the white-robed old man feel dangerous, as if a colourful tiger is quietly setting foot in this place.

The bright flash of lightning illuminated his worried face, along with another face that was extremely distorted with ecstasy.

“Ah… ah…”

Under the summoning platform, an old man in black robe fell to his knees in tears. His face was six or seven points similar to that of the old man in white robe, and he incessantly bowed down at this moment, but this could not fully express the joy in his heart!

“Five hundred years… our long-cherished wish of five hundred years has finally been fulfilled, and we have finally summoned a real demon!” He knelt on the ground, his forehead firmly pressed against the ground, with tears constantly streaming down his face, “Supreme lord! Westam, the twenty-fourth generation messenger of the secret council, respectfully welcomes you here!”

Westam didn’t even dare to look up, only to see the dark mist on both sides falling like a curtain, and then, a faint and hoarse voice came out from the mist.

“……Is that so?”

The voice sounded majestic, powerful, and unfathomable, causing Westam’s heart to tremble. Then the sound of footsteps came from the void, and even without looking up, he could imagine the demon arrogantly walking down the void and scanning the hall with interest.

Beside Westam knelt a young man named Faran, an alchemist used by the secret council and a sceptic of the demon summoning rituals. Unlike Westam, he found it difficult to understand his passion towards demons, and before today, he had disdained these summoning rituals.

But after today…

The strong pressure made him unable to raise his eyes and he could only gaze at the ground between his hands. Cold sweat was dripping down from his forehead, and he could already hear the sound of someone falling to the ground. As the demon descended from the void, his every step seemed to be trampling on his heart.

What….what kind of…

He felt his forehead knocking against the ground from the bottom of his heart, and Westam, who was already in a frenzy, was still shouting “Welcome!” The loud voices in the hall gradually formed a tide, and Faran heard his own voice among the tide-like shouts.

“…Welcome!”

Saros took a picture of himself to send it to Ansel. Hah, angel, take a good look, these are the fanatical believers of the demon, and this is his summoning scene. He flicked his cloak, took a picture, went back to look at it again and frowned.

He felt that the lighting was not very good, so let’s try it again.

Originally, the pressure was gradually subsiding, and everyone was trembling as they tried to raise their heads, but suddenly the pressure rose again, and the members of the secret council immediately lowered their heads and kowtowed again.

His furrowed brows were relaxed, and Saros felt quite satisfied with the picture he took this time.

Let’s wait for him to find what these humans below are up to.

Then he immediately sent this cool photo to Ansel!

 ***

In the convenience store, Ansel encountered something that shook his pupils even more than the name “Angel Convenience Store”.

The stall owner has already introduced himself as Luther. Luther was familiar enough with the store to lead Ansel in, indicating that he is a regular customer here. Ansel first glanced at the electric door in the front of the convenience store, and then his eyes swept across the warm-coloured decorations inside, as well as the store icons with wings and apertures everywhere.

Apparently, this store lives up to the name “Angel Convenience Store”.

The employee, wearing gloves and an apron, was taking care of the small pots for cooking various food items. He was wearing a red and white hat with a short brim that looks like part of his work uniform. He has short golden brown hair and green eyes, looking warm and gentle. Hearing the electric door open, he immediately looked up and smiled at the guests outside.

“Welcome, how can I help you?”

“Joey!” Luther looked very excited, “I made money by setting up a stall today! I made a lot of money!”

The young man called Joey immediately smiled softly.

“That’s really great.”

“In this way, you don’t have to go back and inherit the family business.”

Ansel: “…”

Um? ? ?

Luther looked a bit embarrassed, and quickly introduced Ansel to his friend Joey.

“Joey, I could make money thanks to this little brother here, his name is…..his name is…”

Only then did Luther realise that he hadn’t even asked the name of the white-haired young man until now!

“Ansel.” Ansel took the initiative to introduce himself.

“Wow.” Joey still smiled gently and looked very sincere, “It’s a very angelic name.”

Ansel: “…Thank you.”

Fortunately, this is the human world. If Joey said that in the demon world, he would be scared to death!

Luther seemed very excited. He originally wanted to invite Ansel to eat the most luxurious self-heating hot pot in the convenience store. However, Ansel saw that he was holding a cheap item called “instant noodles”, so he refused the self-heating hot pot and said that he wanted to eat the same as Luther and save some money.

Luther was once again moved to tears by the beautiful and kind Ansel.

The convenience store provides hot water and basic services, as well as a simple dining area that is specifically separated. Ansel followed Luther and sat down by the window, then learning from Luther, he unwrapped the instant noodles, while pondering about the possibility of using this thing as military rations. But soon, his gaze turned towards Joey, who was boiling the water, and his sunset-coloured pupils flickered.

Ansel once read about a human legend in the Planetary Book Pavilion of the Supreme Heaven. Angels are proud by nature and are not interested in humans, but Ansel is very fond of humans and believes that this race is very diligent and studious, with great future prospects.

So he often went to read the stories of the fallen human world.

According to legend, in ancient times, the earth was plagued with disasters and human beings had a hard time surviving. They don’t have the powerful magic of foreign races, nor the sharp claws of wild beasts, causing them to live in the shadows of misery and disaster.

At this time, a foundry master came out to forge a supreme holy sword for mankind.

The foundry master hoped that the holy sword could dispel disasters and bring prosperity to mankind, but he has forgotten that all the things in the world must complement each other. When he raised the holy sword and offered it to the strongest warrior among human beings, the holy sword casted a shadow on the earth, and in the shadow, a dark magic sword slowly rose up.

Except for the difference in colour, the dark magic sword is almost identical to the holy sword, but its power is very sinister and tempting.

This is the legend of the dual swords.

Later in the legend, the author who compiled the classics also mentioned that if one day human beings couldn’t find the holy sword, they can follow the guidance of the angels. Because when the holy sword was being forged, there was an angel who once blew his breath on the sword.

Ansel certainly didn’t recall this human legend all of a sudden for no reason.

He felt a bit surprised and puzzled, as his gaze fell on Joey’s busy back. He never thought that one day, he would personally verify the legend recorded in those books.

…. I really felt it.

Holy Sword, how could it be here? !

And how did it turn into a human!

“You’ve been waiting for a long time, this is your hot water.” Joey didn’t know Ansel’s identity, nor did he notice his well-concealed gaze. He added hot water to both of their buckets of instant noodles and smiled.

“There is still a batch of kanto stew in the store, which has passed the best tasting period, and is about to be sold at a discount. Do you want some?”

Luther nodded immediately, thinking that discounted kanto stew is not available all the time. They are lucky today.

“Of course!” He said proudly, “Fill Ansel’s bowl!”

A bucket of instant noodles quickly turned into a luxurious version of instant noodles. A hot spring egg was cut open, and the egg yolk was slightly mixed with the soup. Crab fillets and kelp knots were piled up, the beef balls were full of meat juice, fish bean curd was delicious, and a corner was poked open, which was full of orange-red fish roe.

Ansel was moved! It looks really delicious!

But before eating, he did not forget to take out the magic mirror that turned into a mobile phone, and took a photo of this luxurious bowl of instant noodles.

Click to send!

When Saros received the message, he was at a luxurious banquet. There was almost no one here, only the waiter trusted by Westam stood aside respectfully, doing some basic meal preparation. Westam sat at the last seat with his companions, and when he raised his eyes slightly, he saw the demon’s face shrouded in mist, making it impossible for humans to glimpse the truth behind him.

Not only did he shudder, he opened the lid of the last plate himself.

“Your excellency.” He said respectfully, “It’s time to eat.”

However, Saros was not interested in anything, whether it was the precious fish roe that could only be produced a hundred grams a year, or the tender roasted deer, or the colourful towers stacked with the so-called precious potion materials… These things are not comparable to the daily diet of His Majesty the Demon King in the Demon Realm, and after seeing the message sent by Ansel, His Majesty the Demon King’s mood was even more cloudy.

Ansel…looks like he’s having a hard time.

His Majesty the Demon King was very worried. Looking at the luxurious banquet, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

【Saros: Do you want to have dinner together at night?】

【Ansel: Where?】

【Saros: Back to the hotel.】

Now that the destination of the dinner had been decided, Saros immediately dismissed everyone, saying that he wanted to taste the delicacies of the human world alone. Westam’s lips twitched, as if he was afraid of him leaving, but he didn’t dare to raise any objections.

The demon smiled coldly.

A severe stinging pain climbed up from Westam’s fingertips, and cold sweat broke out on his head, causing him to grind his teeth to suppress the pain. As the pain climbed up, some dark patterns also began to climb up, forming burning marks.

The devil said faintly.

“This is the seal of the contract.”

Cold sweat broke out on Westam’s head, knowing that this was the last bit of demon’s tolerance and also a warning. But he also felt ecstatic, which meant that the demon would not easily abandon them and leave!

….of course it’s fake.

Saros thought casually.

It’s just ordinary corrosion magic.

Westam slowly retreated along with everyone, and after several hours, he only heard the silence in the hall, so he carefully knocked on the door to inquire.

No response.

When Westam opened the door, he saw that the hall was empty, and the huge banquet table had disappeared without a trace. Even more so, the display racks adorned with exquisite artworks on all sides, the luxurious carpets, the sparkling crystal lamps on the ceiling…also disappeared together.

The demon temporarily left, but took some souvenirs with him.

Westam: “…”

Some.

A little bit.

 ***

When Ansel dragged the giant stuffed teddy bear back to the hotel, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

He saw that the room was greatly expanded with spatial magic, a long banquet table was placed in the middle, hundreds of candles were burning brightly, and the crystal lights hanging above the head were shining with brilliance. Saros was sitting at the end of the long table, his fingers crossed against his chin, waiting for him intently.

At first glance, when Saros saw the giant teddy bear, he thought it was Ansel’s subordinate, Guxin. Then he saw Ansel tilt the bear aside, revealing his own head.

Saros: “…”

It’s so cute.

“Sit.” He tried to keep his expression as calm as possible, so that his invitation and concern would not be so obvious, “Eat whatever you want.”

Ansel must’ve gotten so thin because of starving himself !

The author has something to say:

Saros: He’s starving and lost weight!

Ansel, who ate his fill: …?

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