Snowlyme

Home/ The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns/ Chapter 68

Seeing that they couldn’t contact Sylvia, the current head of the Demon Hunter Club, Yun Jian frowned. This should not have happened. He heard the demon hunters on the ground say that the club headquarters had received the news just as soon as they came out. At that time, they could still talk normally. Sylvia also laughed and praised their achievements.

Why did they lose contact in such a short time?

The confusion didn’t last long, and the second call was successfully answered. Sylvia’s voice sounded as steady and dignified as usual.

“… I have a general understanding of the situation.” She said calmly, “Ansel is a warrior belonging to the Demon Hunter Club and our partner. If he doesn’t want to go, the club has the obligation to protect him.”

The underlying meaning of her words was already very clear.

No one can make decisions for Ansel. As long as Ansel doesn’t want to go, the Demon Hunter Club will not allow the Holy Court to take him away.

Such a result made the bishop’s face look very bad.

“It seems that the Demon Hunter Club insists on not letting people go?”

“Unless Ansel is willing to go with the Holy Court.”

The itinerant bishop looked at Ansel again. This unruly warrior once again wielded the holy sword, and the bishop’s face turned blue when he saw him openly ready to fight. Knowing that he might not be able to complete his mission today, he left in anger.

“Don’t take it to heart, Ansel.” Anthony smiled at Ansel before leaving with the Holy Court, “After returning, I will also state your wishes truthfully. No one can distort the facts.”

He nodded apologetically to the demon hunters present and was about to leave with his wooden stick in his arms when Ansel suddenly called out to him.

“Here, for you.”

He handed Anthony a colorful piece of paper, and Anthony took a closer look—

It was a shopping promotion for the Angel Convenience Store, with the address printed on it. The words “25 yuan off for every 200 yuan spent” on the paper were huge and clear.

“If you have time, you can come and buy things. We offer special discounts for acquaintances.”

Anthony: “…”

Ansel lowered his head and looked at Joey, who had turned into a holy sword in his hands.

“Joey, since I am so enthusiastic about the store’s performance, you will definitely tell the boss to give me a raise, right?”

Joey: “…”

Joey: “…Okay.”

Marketing talent, the boss really found a ghost!

The annoying people from the Holy Court finally left! Just as the demon hunters were about to cheer again, Ansel keenly heard that Sylvia’s voice on the other end of the phone was a bit off. She seemed to gasp for breath and then cough softly. Ansel and Yun Jian looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong.

“Sorry, the matter in the small town hasn’t been resolved yet, so I need to trouble you again,” Silvia whispered to the phone.

At this moment, she was leaning against a window, the light of dawn poured into the room, and the ground was full of messy footprints and bloodstains, while her long sword was lying within reach. The silver-haired girl held onto the bleeding wound on her abdomen with one hand, cast healing magic, and slowly sat up straight.

“We need at least one second-class star to rush back to the headquarters immediately.”

She said slowly.

“Gevin has betrayed us.”

***

Turning the clock back to the beginning of this night, Sylvia sat at her desk, which was piled with various tedious documents and reports. Despite the fact that there was a sage following the team underground, Sylvia was still worried about the demon hunters. For three consecutive days without closing her eyes, the silver-haired girl still sat upright with her back straight, processing the news that came back from time to time.

After sitting for almost half the night, the exciting news finally came— at the critical moment, the warrior Ansel drew the holy sword!

Sylvia was pleasantly surprised as she had guessed correctly. Ansel is a warrior and the hope of mankind. But then, Sylvia thought of a question, and she read the simple report sent back again.

…Did Ansel draw the holy sword?

But isn’t the holy sword Luther, who exists in human form, currently at the headquarters? Who exactly is the holy sword that Ansel drew…

Sylvia’s heart suddenly jumped.

There is only one possibility.

Luther is not the real holy sword.

Before she could think about this conclusion, Sylvia heard some rustling sounds. The human girl suddenly reacted, and she instantly turned off all the lights and hid behind the desk. Her thumb gently caressed the spatial ring on her index finger, and the long sword suddenly appeared in her hand.

Everyone thinks that Sylvia, the head of the Demon Hunter Club, doesn’t have much combat power to speak of. Only Sylvia knew that the days and nights of practicing swordsmanship were precisely because her father didn’t want her to solely rely on others in times of danger.

【Sylvia, my little princess.】

The silver-haired middle-aged man smiled gently.

【Today I will give this sword to you, may it always be with you.】

Young Sylvia could not even successfully lift the sword. She stubbornly tried several times, but instead caused her father to laugh.

The girl slowly puffed up her cheeks.

【You can’t lift the sword now because there is something missing in your heart.】

The silver-haired middle-aged man gently tapped his chest.

【When you find it, the crown will be on your head.】

As she grew older, Sylvia was gradually able to lift the sword, but she was still confused about “that thing” her father talked about. Later on, her father who taught her swordsmanship also passed away. She cried loudly at her father’s funeral in a black dress, and someone reached out to help her.

Edward…

The girl’s eyes flickered slightly, and she had already heard the sound of something entering the room. With nimble steps, that thing landed lightly and seemed to be dragging its long swaying tail, gradually searching towards the position of the desk.

Sylvia called Gevin, but there was no response. This is too abnormal, she thought calmly. Previously, Grandpa Gevin insisted on staying at the club headquarters to protect her, but now he couldn’t be contacted at all. Besides, only a few people knew her location. Most of these people were second-class stars, and two of them had already gone to the town to hunt demons.

Since she was destined not to wait for rescue, Sylvia took the initiative before that thing reached the desk. Through the dim moonlight outside the window, she clearly saw the appearance of the invader—

It seemed to be a hybrid of humans and demons, with a human body covered in scales and a rugged long tail dragging behind. This monster had a hunched back and bone spurs protruding from many parts of its body, with its long claws exuding a sinister aura. Seeing Sylvia, the monster screamed excitedly, but it didn’t know that the prey in front was not weak and helpless.

The silver-haired girl stood still with a solemn expression. She held a sword in one hand and put the other hand behind her back, in an elegant posture but with a hidden murderous intent.

Sylvia’s swordsmanship——

On par with a second-class star!

In the manor belonging to the Demon Hunter Club, Luther also welcomed an uninvited guest.

It was late at night, and Luther placed many small objects in the hallway, while he himself took a plastic ring and threw it at them to play.

The life of the Holy Sword is actually quite boring, with a small range of activities, and he can only play by himself like this.

Luther threw the rings, and when he won, he did a set of test papers, which was very boring. Suddenly hearing the sound of the door opening, Luther was startled and reflexively wanted to close the stall, but then he reacted…

There is no urban management here, don’t be afraid!

So he let his stall spread all over the floor and poked out his head to see who was coming. He saw Gevin walk in slowly, dressed in a suit and tie as usual, with his white hair neatly combed behind his head. His gaze slightly paused on the messy little things on the ground, and then he walked towards Luther.

On the way, he crushed a bag of biscuits.

Luther’s eyelids jumped. Such a Gevin gave him a bad feeling. He grabbed a small piece of paper and secretly wrote something behind his back, then broke open a hollow plastic ring and stuffed the note inside.

Gevin approached him, his tone as gentle and kind as usual.

“There have been some unusual movements around here recently, and Sylvia asked me to take you to move.”

Luther looked at him quietly.

“Where is the warrant?”

To transfer the holy sword, a warrant needs to be issued by Sylvia, the person in charge. This warrant contains the emblem of the Demon Hunter Club on it, which must be processed by a witch and is difficult to replicate.

The smile on Gevin’s face remains unchanged.

“The situation is quite urgent. There has been an attack on Sylvia’s side, and I was asked to ensure your safety first.”

Luther cursed in his heart and scratched his grey hair, knowing that he had no room to refuse.

“…Okay, I’ll come with you.” He said calmly and then raised the colorful plastic ring in his hand, “Can I take something with me? At least… there will be something to remember.”

Gevin smiled and spoke clearly.

“It will be bad if there is a tracker in it. Come on, throw it away, throw it away with your own hands.”

Luther’s face turned pale, and he tightly held the colorful plastic ring in his hands. 

Gevin admired his struggle. He had always enjoyed admiring the pain of others and had been suppressing his nature for as long as he stayed in the Demon Hunter Club. Now that he chose to betray, he naturally didn’t need to suppress his bad taste.

Because he was too excited, a tentacle flickered in Gevin’s eyes and was immediately retracted by him.

Luther: “…”

Mom! He is scared! What the hell is this thing!

As if he was reluctant to give up, Luther forcefully threw out the colored plastic ring, and it just happened to land between a set of test papers. Then he went out with Gevin, and outside the door, there were some half-human, half-monster creatures waiting.

Luther’s palms were full of sweat, and he didn’t know what was waiting for him.

Hiding things in the plastic ring, I’m afraid it may not be noticed by anyone, but Luther dared to do it because there was someone who would definitely find the clue!

Ansel would definitely find the plastic ring!

“Um… where are we going?” He asked in a low voice.

Gevin was in a very good mood, so he replied to him.

“Secret Council.”

This was of course the result of Gevin’s careful consideration. He had also noticed the recent movements of the Secret Council, and coupled with the rumors that the Secret Council had summoned demons, Gevin’s thoughts became even more determined.

Demons? Tsk.

The three realms have been closed for so long, and the human world is like an isolated island. These humans even mistake his noble race for demons.

I don’t know what level of clan member descended into the Secret Council, is it a priest-level like him? Or…

Gevin’s eyes flashed with greedy killing intent.

Or… the crown prince?

***

The assassination of the person in charge is definitely a big matter. Not only Edward is worried, but Yun Jian can’t take it lightly either. He wanted to go back with Edward, but he was also worried about Ansel who had just drawn the holy sword. Unexpectedly, Ansel waved his hand at him, indicating that they could all leave.

“I will lead everyone to continue cleaning up the town, you all go back.” Ansel said bluntly, “Don’t worry, if there is a situation where even the holy sword can’t handle it, there is no point for you to stay.”

Besides, it’s just some finishing work.

It was just right if they were all gone, and Ansel could try to catch live mice! He still owed Saros twenty mice!

Let’s see if he can pay it all back in one go!

The Black Swan looked up at Ansel helplessly and rested its head on his legs.

Goose is tired.jpg

He was not foolish enough to ask for mice, but he was foolish enough to think that Ansel would definitely meet him when sending mice. Saros again felt that it was good enough. He hoped that Ansel wouldn’t send him twenty mice all at once, but give one per day, which is quite sustainable. 

Um… it is also equivalent to… sustainable dating.

Ansel was ready to catch mice, but suddenly, he thought of something.

Vassago!

Vassago should have cleared the Demon Summoning Organization a long time ago, right? Where did he go?

He hadn’t yet taught his subordinate some common sense in the human world! I hope no unlucky person will meet him!

However——

The unlucky person has already met him.

The itinerant bishop, who left in anger, squinted his eyes, barely recognizing the thing that almost filled half of the house in front of him in the morning light. The huge thing was wriggling, with its silver scales shining all over, carrying a kind of sharp and eerie beauty.

This thing crawled out from the ground, directly hollowing out the empty house. Its tentacles stretched out from the second floor of the house, looking around as if a person was gazing at the scenery.

Ordinary humans had already evacuated, and the demon hunters were concentrated at the entrance of the underground facility. There was no one else around, except for the people from the Holy Court, facing this huge and strange monster.

Suddenly, the tentacles looking out from the second-floor balcony discovered them, and the tentacles protruding from the house began to wriggle and retract. Not long after, with a “squeak”, the door of the house was opened, and a young man in a tuxedo slowly walked out. He had a pair of silver-toned grey eyes, with a sense of cunning when he looked at people.

He came to the people of the Holy Court and examined them from head to toe.

Gulp.

The itinerant bishop even heard a swallowing sound.

He also heard the dignified young man with an elegant and pleasant voice, smiling and asking—

“Excuse me, have you seen My Majesty?”

“You ants.”

The author has something to say:

Vassago: Remember the teachings of His Majesty, be polite when interacting with people of different races… I am really polite! \\\\-v-

Next

Previous

---