Home/ The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns/ Chapter 74
While the morning light was still lingering, Westam led Fran, who was still a little unsteady on his feet, to the door of the room. On the surface, it was at Fran’s pleading that he brought him here to pray to the Lord for forgiveness. But in fact, Westam was merely using Fran as a shield to spy on Gevin’s movements.
Gevin actually spent the entire night chatting with the esteemed Lord…
Westam was deeply worried that Gevin would replace him.
“This is a rare opportunity, Fran.” Westam glanced at the haggard alchemist beside him. If Fran wasn’t forgiven this time, then he would be abandoned.
“…I know,” Fran lowered his head bitterly. “I will definitely seek the lord’s forgiveness.”
Not only did he expose the existence of the Secret Council in the small town, but he also attracted the pursuit of the Holy Court and caused heavy losses. What’s even more disgraceful is that they were directly expelled by the demon hunters, which only brought shame to the Secret Council. His sins are so profound that it is hard for him to hold his ground in the Secret Council. Obtaining forgiveness from the lord is his last chance.
This chance was given to him because Westam considered him a valuable alchemist.
Fran took a deep breath and knocked on the door, and Westam immediately became alert.
—Silence.
There was no response from the room, as the Demon King occupying it had already gone to work with a demon hunter.
***
Although he had thought of letting Saros do the work while he slacked off, in reality, Ansel had no intention of doing so. As soon as he returned to town, Ansel greeted the other demon hunters and said he wanted to hunt alone. He then reunited with Saros at the street corner.
He saw the black-haired and blue-eyed demon king standing there, casting a shielding spell and calmly observing the surrounding environment. Ansel suddenly recalled the reports about Saros he had seen in the Demon World. In those reports, Saros had the same expression. Ansel has read many reports about Saros, and usually, this expression represents boredom.
Puff.
He suddenly found it amusing, and instead of approaching directly, he quietly approached from behind. When he was an arm’s length away, Saros sensed something, and suddenly heard Ansel’s voice faintly behind him.
“…The Demon King of the Western Region, Saros, accompanied by the Demon King of the Eastern Region, Ansel, went to the human world to inspect the demon-hunting work.”
What an outrageous piece of news!
Even the always stern Demon King couldn’t help but laugh. He also noticed how lively Ansel was without his ministers by his side. This was a side of him he had never seen in the Demon Realm. However, this lively demeanor didn’t last long, as Saros noticed Ansel’s expression had become solemn, assuming the posture of a Demon King.
“Your Majesty.”
Vassago bowed in greeting.
“I have followed your instructions and cleaned up four-fifth of the monsters in the town. Combined with the humans’ cleanup, it is expected that all monsters in the town will be cleaned up by this evening.”
Most of the monsters that Vassago cleared were priest-level monsters, which greatly reduced the casualties of the demon hunters. The few remaining high-level monsters can also hone the demon hunters’ skills in hunting monsters, which can be said to be a very good training opportunity.
As Vassago reported, he stole a glance at the other Demon King standing beside his own majesty, who had dark-blue eyes and an expressionless face. He had already learned some details about the previous battle from Finny yesterday, and the more he listened, the more he felt…
Bastard! This bastard must be trying to take over their majesty!
As the only minister currently by His Majesty’s side, he must absolutely guard His Majesty!!!
“Very good, thank you for your hard work.” Ansel nodded slightly. “You haven’t rested since last night, have you? Vassago, you can rest for a while now. I’ll call you before we leave.”
Vassago: “!!!”
His Majesty’s voice is so gentle, so caring, but it’s precisely because of that…!
“No, no, I’m not tired, Your Majesty. To be honest, I’m very happy to work overtime.”
Vassago smiled, his one eye fixed on Ansel, full of warm admiration, while the other eye was fixed on Saros beside him, staring intently!
He practically looked like he has schizophrenia, but fortunately, he was a water monster, and his two eyes could move independently.
Saros: “…”
Hmm…did he realize something…
But how could His Majesty the Demon King be afraid! The ancestors of the Asmodeus family have recorded every possible scenario in their family history, and when it comes to love, he isn’t afraid of anything!
Not Afraid Of Anything!
Vassago’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched Saros raise his hand and gently tug at his own majesty’s beautiful white hair. His movements were very gentle, more like a reminder, or perhaps…
Flirting.
He even twirled the hair around his knuckles in a flirtatious way.
This thrilling scene even made Vassago’s eyes almost rush towards freedom. He immediately pressed his eyes to avoid losing his composure in front of His Majesty. At this moment, he heard another Demon King say…
“Ansel, subordinates always say that, but most of the time they’re just trying to be brave.”
“Look, he’s so exhausted that he’s even massaging his eyes.”
Ansel looked closely and sure enough, Vassago was so exhausted that he was even scratching his eyes! He felt a surge of guilt. He shouldn’t have let Vassago work overtime just because he only had one subordinate by his side. So, he gently, yet firmly, told Vassago to rest.
Vassago, who was trying to press his eyes back into his head: “…”
Damn it! This Western Demon King is surprisingly a high-level green tea!
Andre! Bululu! You two, the best in “tea arts”, come and take charge!
After arranging his subordinates, Ansel, still remembering Saros’s gentle tug on his hair, raised an eyebrow and asked.
“It’s the third time you pulled my hair, do you want to fight?”
Unlike the initial confrontation, Ansel’s words now came off as a cute little threat, like a bird spreading its wings and feathers to scare others. There was little chance of a real fight.
Saros smiled.
“No, I just wanted to remind you, shouldn’t you take me to see how you work.”
Sure enough, Ansel became happy at the mention of this and took Saros to see how he caught mice!
Oh no, he still owed Saros twenty live mice.
He wondered if Vassago had left twenty of them alive!
Throughout the day, Ansel demonstrated to Saros how harmoniously he coexisted with monsters. He could now suppress his power output to an extremely low level to attack low-level monsters, similar to someone who could swat a mosquito to death with one palm, but after training, could swat its wings off with the same blow. This was something that even Saros was unable to achieve at first, which made Ansel very proud.
As noon approached, Ansel still went to the meal distribution point of the Demon Hunter Club and collected two boxed meals. It was the first time in his life that the esteemed Demon King of Western Region had tasted such cheap human food.
“Cheap?” Ansel glared at him, “A deluxe box that costs twenty yuan, and you call it cheap?”
Saros: “…”
He could sometimes spend thousands of gold coins on a single meal.
His Majesty the Demon King stared at the boxed meal when suddenly, a fork reached out and placed two pieces of chicken nuggets into his lunchbox. Each boxed lunch has only two pieces of chicken, which is the essence of the whole boxed lunch. It’s the most delicious part of the meal, but Ansel just gave him the chicken.
“I haven’t used the fork yet,” Ansel declared solemnly, then smiled. “Alright, don’t mind it so much. I’ll give you all the chicken nuggets. Eat quickly.”
Saros: “!!!”
Ansel is truly skilled in flirting! He even suspected Ansel had secretly studied the books of the Asmodeus family!
Halfway through the warm and harmonious meal, the two of them started to argue over some trivial matters and ended up eating the entire meal in a competitive manner. There were two extra chicken nuggets in Saros’ lunch box, and he ended up eating them with great pain.
…Eastern Demon King Ansel, accompanied by Western Demon King Saros, participated in a lunchbox eating contest in the Human Realm.
Saros calmly wrote down the news in his mind and slowly stood up. In the afternoon, he also has to go and slap mosquito wings with Ansel.
True human suffering!
***
Thanks to the two Demon Kings’ arrival, and Vassago’s earlier cleanup, all the monsters in the town were truly cleaned up by the evening! The last few hidden monsters were found and killed by Ansel one by one. In his perception, there were indeed no monsters left in the town.
The demon hunters celebrated their victory with a grand bonfire.
The residents of the town haven’t yet moved back, and the entire town belonged to them. The bonfire piled up by magic was burning fiercely, and the demon hunters raised their glasses together to reward the hard work of this journey.
Speaking of this journey, it’s something they could tell their grandchildren about. In this town that was similar to a demon cave, there were not only demons as massive as mountains, but also a mysterious demon-summoning organization… But all these challenges were easily overcome by the brave warrior who drew his holy sword!
Joey accepted several toasts with some embarrassment, but his eyes were looking for Ansel’s whereabouts. He finally found him, but the other person was surrounded by so many people that he couldn’t squeeze through.
Besides him, there were also other people paying attention to Ansel. The Demon King stared intently at the white-haired figure surrounded by the crowd. Everyone wanted to go over and greet Ansel, and everyone was proud to speak a few words to him. Watching this lively scene, Saros suddenly understood why so many powerful demons gathered in Ansel’s Eastern Region.
— Ansel possessed a brilliant aura of a dreamer.
He always listens carefully to others before making his own judgment. He is always humble and gentle, always strong and independent.
How dazzling such an angel must have been in the Supreme Heaven above. When his white wings spread like sails, when he stood beneath the light of the heavens, when he softly chanted hymns…even the gods would probably stop to listen.
The holy angel stood among the crowd, and suddenly, his sunset-colored pupils met Saros’.
Saros saw that the angel seemed to smile, waved goodbye to the people around him, and then walked in his direction.
Saros felt his heart skip a beat.
“Aren’t you staying with them?” He asked, somewhat hypocritically. “Those humans seem to like you and admire you very much.”
Ansel moved closer to Saros, so that the concealment magic could also cover him. The crowd was still confused, unable to find the whereabouts of the brave warrior, the protagonist of the celebration. They didn’t know that, just a few feet away, Ansel was leaning against the fence with the Demon King.
“Forget it.”
Ansel laughed.
“Demons should play with other demons. It’s more fun like that.”
Saros: “…”
But you’re an angel! Where does this strange sense of racial belonging come from?
But…
Angels and demons playing together is also quite fun. No, it’s probably the most fun.
The residual heat of the bonfire warmed the surroundings, and Ansel also relaxed slightly, even wanting to doze off. But he still had something to say, and in this situation, he recalled some things.
“Saros, do you remember our first meeting? Not that one-on-one duel, but the first time we met?”
He frowned slightly as he looked at Saros, then tilted his head and smiled.
“You might not have known it was me then, after all, I was in a very embarrassing situation back then.”
“At that time, I was wandering aimlessly at the edge of the Lake of Fire. The sky was gray, and the surroundings were covered with the dust and haze rising from the burning of the Lake of Fire.”
“And in that gloomy and desolate landscape, I suddenly saw another color—”
He tilted his head and smiled at the other Demon King.
“A deep blue flag fluttering at the forefront of the Demon King’s procession. Swans soaring atop it, their eyes burning with ambition, just like fire and ice.”
He whispered softly as if reminiscing.
“Saros, that was your swan flag.”
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