Home/ The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns/ Chapter 76
From that moment on, a seed was sown, a seed of that ethereal yet down-to-earth dream of wearing the crown— the crown of the Demon King.
When he waged war in the Eastern Domain, when he ascended the throne, when he was crowned…
Seeds sprout and blossom, and ideals never die out.
But…
Ansel’s face remained expressionless.
However, this didn’t mean that he didn’t throw his pen away when Saros rejected his policies, nor did it mean he was eager to confront Saros face to face.
He broke free from the concealment magic and walked towards Yun Jian, who was searching for him. The second-class demon hunter turned his dark eyes and spotted him immediately, approaching him with Joey.
“Don’t you like crowds?” Yun Jian asked.
“Not quite.”
This is a very valuable quality; a good demon hunter always keeps to himself to maintain his sharpness. Yun Jian’s expression softened. Beside him, Joey blinked excitedly at Ansel, as if hinting that something good was about to happen.
What’s going on? Ansel felt a bit puzzled, and then he saw Yun Jian take out something.
—It was an invitation in starry-sky color, with patterns of stars and wheat ears printed on it, which was precisely the logo of the Demon Hunter Club. Yun Jian gave the invitation to Ansel with a solemn expression.
“This is the invitation to the club’s annual meeting. I’m sure you’ve heard of it before.”
Oh, is that what Gevin wanted to give him earlier? Ansel raised his eyebrows slightly. He took the invitation and flipped it open. His name was written in gold ink on it, and there was also the venue—Metropolis.
“The annual meeting will be held in Metropolis, the night before Christmas. People involved in demon hunting from all over will gather at the annual meeting to jointly conduct a simulated demon hunting operation.”
It sounds interesting. Ansel hadn’t been to a major city since arriving in the human world. Both the Demon Hunter Club and the Secret Council belong to the mysterious side of power, separated from the colorful human world by a layer. Staying in a remote small town kept these organizations from attracting too much attention.
“But Ansel, there is something I must inform you of.”
Yun Jian said solemnly.
“You haven’t received this invitation just because you’re a warrior. Your contributions to the club, your achievements in hunting demons— no one can erase them, not even your status as a warrior.”
“Excellent sixth-class demon hunter, Ansel, are you willing to accept this invitation?”
Ansel’s eyes softened as he put the invitation into his pocket.
“I’m honored.”
Yun Jian smiled and continued.
“The detailed information for the annual meeting will be sent to you and Joey separately later. With so many multiple forces participating in this annual meeting, the demon hunting simulation has become a venue for competition. You’ll definitely be on the club’s team this year. The Holy Court will also be sending people, and there’s also… the Silent Council.”
This term was quite new to Ansel; it was the first time he had heard of it.
“This is another secret organization in the human world, bringing together… alien races inhabiting the human world,” Yun Jian explained. “Witches, vampires, solitary mages, even orcs. They often possess powers greater than humans, yet maintain a considerable estrangement from them.”
Ansel pondered this for a moment, and suddenly, his eyes lit up.
This seemed like a perfect opportunity, allowing his ministers to openly appear in the human world. Almost all of his ministers have human forms. Guxin could disguise himself as an orc, and Andre… a vampire?
Ansel then thought of another question. If he assembled such an alien team to participate in the simulated demon hunting operation at the annual meeting…
Would it be a crushing defeat? That would be too much bullying.
What if, what if, he also included Saros in the team…
It’s too scary! Can this annual meeting still be successful?
***
After the lively bonfire party, the demon hunters packed their belongings and boarded the return bus under the cover of night.
The number of people was still the same when they first arrived here. Such a result of zero casualties was unprecedented. Demon hunters, while hunting demons, have learned to hang their lives on the edge of even more powerful demons’ blades.
All this is thanks to the Warrior Ansel and the Holy Sword Joey!
Many demon hunters secretly turned their gazes towards Ansel and saw the white-haired warrior sitting in his seat, closing his eyes to rest, appearing very calm and reliable. The seat next to him was empty, so naturally someone was eager to sit with the warrior.
“Ansel, I’ll sit with you…”
Joey also boarded the bus and was about to sit next to Ansel as he spoke. As a result, for some unknown reason, his words turned around and he became confused, sitting three rows away from Ansel.
Joey: Confused.jpg
Ansel, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and glanced beside him.
“The Holy Sword isn’t very smart to begin with. Stop using mental magic to interfere with him.”
Upon hearing these somewhat protective words, Saros didn’t show it on his face, but he felt a little aggrieved in his heart. Fine, I won’t use mental magic to interfere and just watch the Holy Sword sit next to you? Does Ansel not want to sit with him? Then he’d just give up his seat to that Holy Sword…
Wait.
His Majesty the Demon King’s eyes suddenly went blank.
He thought he could give up his seat to the Holy Sword.
And then Ansel would sit on his lap!
Saros’s anger suddenly turned to joy, leaving Ansel, who could read his emotions, a little puzzled. The bus would run at night, allowing the demon hunters to take a nap in their seats. At dawn the next day, they would return to their original city. Thinking of this, Ansel couldn’t help but yawn, and the next second, he noticed that Saros next to him had suddenly sat up straight.
Come closer.
His Majesty the Demon King thought in a reserved manner in his heart.
He will let Ansel lean his drowsy head on his shoulder throughout the long night’s journey. Even better, Ansel might directly fall asleep, leaning on his shoulder, with his white hair cascading down his body, the air from his breath lingering in his ears. Perhaps Ansel will occasionally murmur in his sleep, like a bird chirping in its sleep; Perhaps he will have a little nightmare, and he will gently soothe him…
His heart was filled with joy again.
His Majesty the Demon King had imagined every possible reaction Ansel might have in his sleep, but he hadn’t anticipated one thing.
Holy Sword Joey stood a few rows apart and a sword tip seemed to emerge.
“Ansel, don’t sleep on the bus. We have a night shift when we get back. We’ll sleep when we get back. Sleeping now will make you uncomfortable due to the time difference.”
Ansel nodded.
“Okay, I won’t sleep.”
Saros: “…”
He could only console himself with the thought that the journey was still long, and Ansel would fall asleep when he got too tired! He believed in his heart that Ansel would definitely sleep!
That annoying sharp thing in the front row popped up again.
“Ansel, let me recommend a little game to help you get over your sleepiness. Try it, and you won’t feel sleepy anymore.”
Ansel forced a yawn.
“Hmm, I’ll try it.”
Saros: “…”
He wanted to destroy this Holy Sword! Destroy it!
Joey quickly recommended the game to Ansel via the messaging app. Ansel downloaded it on his Magic Mirror phone and took a closer look.
—”Summoning the Giant Watermelon.”
The Magic Mirror knew His Majesty didn’t want to sleep again, so it began to chatter incessantly, a voice that only Ansel could hear.
“Oh, my beloved Majesty, you have such good taste! This is the most popular game in the human world right now!”
“Really?”
Ansel’s sleepiness faded a little, and he was determined to play and have fun.
So, with both Joey online and the Magic Mirror chattering in his ear, Ansel grew more and more excited, his hair standing on end. Meanwhile, Saros, beside him, gradually withered in silence.
He hated the Holy Sword.
His Majesty the Demon King thought calmly.
He hated the Chattering Magic Mirror.
He hated the Giant Watermelon even more!
However, His Majesty the Demon King was ultimately powerless to change anything, and could only watch helplessly as Ansel became more and more excited, until in the end…
His eyes widened like copper bells.
Saros: “…”
On the other hand, he himself had played chess with Ansel last night. After Ansel fell asleep, he didn’t actually play by himself. Instead, he admired the angel’s flawless sleeping face from up close. He even spread his wings and moved Ansel to sleep on them. Rounding off, it can be said to be sleeping on top of him!
So, now, he was extremely sleepy.
It was very painful.
Aside from the driver, all the demon hunters in the bus were asleep. Only Ansel and Joey remained awake, along with a very sleepy Demon King. Saros thought he’d have to endure this all night, but Ansel, who seemed absorbed in the game, suddenly spoke to him.
“Didn’t you play chess all night yesterday, aren’t you sleepy?”
“…Hmm.”
“Come, I’ll open my wings for you to use as a pillow. Get some sleep for a while.”
What does it mean to find a new village when the willows are dark and the flowers are bright? His Majesty the Demon King struggled to suppress his inner ecstasy, pretending to think calmly for a while on the surface, as if reluctantly responding.
“Okay.”
Ansel’s eyes remained fixed on the screen.
“What’s your attitude? If you don’t want a pillow, forget it.”
No! I want a pillow!
Saros watched as the bat wings began to slowly spread out, with silver patterns outlined along the edges, looking noble and elegant, full of the majesty of a Demon King. This is one of Ansel’s stationery items, Saros thought to himself. It’s also an important stationery item and holds a significant position in Ansel’s career of playing a demon king as a poor student. But currently…
They are somewhat broken.
Saros: “…I remember you broke your wing earlier. Is it okay now?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Ansel was busy playing games. “Don’t worry, it’s not that fragile. You can just use it as a pillow.”
You patched it up!
Saros felt a bit complicated, but he quickly adjusted his emotions. Although it was just a bat wing pendant, after so many years, it must have become a part of Ansel’s body. Ansel’s willingness to let him use it as a pillow was a reflection of their intimate relationship.
Feeling a sense of happiness, he slowly leaned back against the open silver-striped bat wings.
“Snap.”
Another heart attack!
Ansel also slowly stopped playing games and fell silent.
Patch +1.
When will the new wings arrive? These broken wings really can’t hold on any longer!
Saros was quite used to being startled by Ansel, so he remained silent for a moment before speaking up.
“Did you… break your bones again?”
Ansel was also silent for a moment, then quickly praised.
“You really understand me.”
Saros: “…”
He doesn’t want this kind of understanding!
This wasn’t the first time Ansel had frightened him to the point of having a heart attack. He worried about Ansel every day. Is this disguise really okay? How had he survived those three hundred years in the demon world?
Saros felt like he had been suffering immense mental torture ever since he had found out about Ansel’s angelic identity. Feeling the rage and hatred, he decided to turn the tide.
“You have osteoporosis, that’s why your bones are so weak and break easily,” He said calmly.
{Osteoporosis = a disease that causes bones to become weak and brittle}
“Have you considered taking some Calcium Supplements that are popular among Middle-Aged Demons?”
Ansel: “…”
Middle-Aged Demon… Middle-Aged Demon… No way! Middle-aged and elderly… middle-aged demon…calcium supplements… Bah!
Saros! You’re asking for a fight!
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