Chapter 977 – The Person in the Painting (1/2)
Chapter 977 – The Person in the Painting
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The sky was clear of clouds as far as the eye could see, but the sunlight was not at all scorching. Even on the warm banks of the Red River, it was still midwinter. A chilly breeze swept across the stone platform, not stirring the dust in the seams, only causing the piled white flowers to tremble, making them seem all the more melancholy.
Luoluo stood outside the world of pear blossoms, her figure somewhat lonely.
She was still child-like. No clear emotions could be seen on her beautiful face. However, when they thought about the decision made in the stone hall, the renewed ritual music from Whalefall Platform, and the decree that was about to be announced to the world, many generals and tribal leaders found it difficult to face her. They lowered their heads or turned around so as to avoid her gaze.
Luoluo apparently did not notice these things. She walked forward, her small leather shoes making no sound as they stepped on the soft white flowers.
While still a distance from the pear tree, she stopped. A figure as towering as a great mountain had blocked her path.
She raised her head and realized that it was the Chief Elder who had doted on her since she was a child.
The Xiang clan leader looked at her, saying nothing, but all sorts of complicated emotions appeared in his eyes. Just like those wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, they were very difficult to understand.
In his calm eyes lay warmth, affection, apology, and begging.
Luoluo understood what he meant and gently said, ”I did not expect it.”
The apology in the Xiang clan leader's eyes increased as he said, ”This is His Majesty's will.”
Her petite face staring at him, Luoluo calmly replied, ”And so what?”
The observation platform had been very quiet, especially after she had appeared.
Although her voice was soft, it rang out in the ears of all the demi-human personages.
The Xiang clan leader froze, as did the Deer tribe Grand Duke, the Carp tribe leader, and everyone else on the observation platform.
Because they had not expected that their forever-cute, cautious, and obedient princess could say such words.
'And so what?' These three simple words seemed like a simple question, but how could they not hear the cold indifference and unswerving resolve?
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Luoluo walked to the pear tree.
She looked at the young demon and realized that he really was quite handsome and the aura he exuded did not annoy her very much.
Her gaze fell on his hair. Upon confirming that there were no horns, she felt a little interested and then somewhat confused.
As the most noble Princess of the Demi-humans, whether in the capital or in White Emperor City, she had always been under the tightest guard. As a result, she had not been allowed to properly take part in the Grand Examination, was not allowed to enter the Mausoleum of Books to view the monoliths with others, and she had certainly not been permitted to train herself in the Garden of Zhou.
So she had not had a chance to meet a true demon.
There was only that one time, many years ago, in the Orthodox Academy, on that unforgettable night.
The demon with horns had ended up in Zhou Tong's hands, so he was probably long dead, right?
At the time, he had not even succeeded at Purification, yet he still stood in front of her. Was he not afraid?
A white flower dropped from its branch and brushed past her hair, waking her from her daze.
She curiously asked, ”You are the Demon Lord?”
Her eyes were as clear and bright as the waters of a stream. In them, one could see all true emotions.
It was clear that she held no anger towards the young Demon Lord, only curiosity.
”Yes.”
The Demon Lord calmly looked back and suddenly added, ”You can call me by my name, Nero.”
There seemed nothing special about the brief pause between these statements.
But if Black Robe or the Demon Commander were present, they would undoubtedly be flabbergasted.
If those aristocrats and ministers in Xuelao City were present, they might have even fallen unconscious from the shock.
Although an authentic pride had been concealed in his indifferent tone, he had told her his true name and had even permitted her to use it.
Luoluo was unaware of these rules of the Demon Imperial clan, and did not care.
She asked him, ”You want to marry me?”
The Demon Lord slightly raised his brow and replied, ”Correct.”
Luoluo asked, ”Why?”
The goal of the marriage alliance was naturally to seal the alliance between the two races.
This was the obvious answer, and the Demon Lord believed that she knew it, but he could not give this answer.
This was about the majesty of a sovereign, of the aloof manner of the Imperial clan, and about his respect toward the other side.
So his answer was still love.