Chapter 85 (1/2)

Translator: Wawaa

Editor: WilsonWilson

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Demian Drake. After looking at his face, the Crown Prince’s knight put on a stern look. Having a messy appearance and wearing a sloppy outfit, the knight glanced up and down at Demian and said to him with a look of disapproval.

“Appointment?”

“None.”

“Go back. No matter how generous His Imperial Highness is to you, we cannot let you in at such a late hour.”

The word ‘slave’ was yet to be omitted in the middle of his name, but Demian still acted like he did not know what they were talking about.

“You’ll get in trouble though.”

“You bastard…!”

The knight who noticed Demian’s smirk tightened his grip on his spear.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on here?”

“This slave bastard comes as he pleases at this late hour and dares to demand to meet His Imperial Highness.”

“Chase him away.”

Someone who appeared to be the superior of the knight appeared and sneered at Demian.

Demian was in conflict. It was easy for him to knock these two down. However, it was a serious crime to hurt the Crown Prince’s knights. If he could cover it up with his immunity, he would just overpower them and go in, but he hesitated because he did not know which side was greater.

“Get lost.”

The knight pushed Demian’s chest with a shield. However, he was not pushed back. Even though he had a beautiful face, a slender body, and pale skin, Demian was not knocked over at all. The knight’s hand was like a pot lid and the shield he held was made of cast iron. On the other hand, Demian was dressed in simple travel clothes without any protective gear.

The knight who had his pride scratched raised his voice.

“I told you to get lost.”

In the past, there was an incident that had involved the Crown Prince’s knights, one that left them with a lasting scar that could never truly heal. It was an incident in which their liege, Acerus, was kidnapped by a demon right in front of them. It would have been better if someone had died or had been injured, but the cunning demon laughed at the knights and ran away with Acerus alone.

At that time, it was the slave Demian, who entered the demon’s nest and saved the Crown Prince.

The knights were grateful to Demian, but they failed to manage their damaged pride. They only thought he was quite good despite being just a slave, but they could neither respect nor serve him. He could not be their superior just because he saved the Crown Prince’s life.

“I already told you I have something important to tell him.”

Demian stared at the knights. As the tussle was prolonged, all the waiting knights gathered there.

“Just go to him and tell him something for me.”

“What?”

“I brought the girl.”

It was a misleading sentence. The knights glared at Demian with eyes that said ‘as expected’.

“I thought so. What else is there to order a lowly slave?”

Some people murmured openly.

‘Should I kill them all?’

Demian was in conflict again. Acerus was the one who called him a friend and had him at his beck and call. Demian was actually not interested in whether the country was destroyed or not. If Acerus had not forcibly held him, he would have disappeared as soon as the war was over.

“Oh, Demian!”

Fortunately, just before the fight, Acerus’ aide ran from the other side of the hallway. He was on his way home after working overtime, but as soon as he saw the knights being noisy in front of a messy man, he knew that Demian had arrived and rushed quickly.

“Oh my! I told you not to do this. Do you want to see His Royal Highness get mad again? Demian has a really important mission…”

“Aide, we’re knights.”

“I know, I know.”

“We cannot let a war slave into His Royal Highness’ palace at this late hour.”

“Oh, what’s wrong with you all? You are well aware he’s not a slave anymore. His Royal Highness personally gave him a surname! Everyone, relax. I will take him in. There would be no problem, right?”

The aide was an outgoing person. Although he did not manage to relieve the knights’ hurt feelings, he managed to take Demian inside safely.

The Crown Prince’s palace was also quiet because it was already late. Knowing that this spacious building turned into a battlefield for officials during the day, Demian greeted the aide who saved him from a difficult situation.

“You’re working hard.

“Oh, well.”

“Is he still the same?”

“Of course. Still as annoying as ever.”

Demian smirked. When he smiled, his violent temper that had been poking his flesh faded like a lie.

The aide let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry. No matter how much I try to persuade them, their prejudice against you won’t go away.”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“I told you, I’m fine.”

Even though Demian said he was fine, the Crown Prince’s aide knew that was not necessarily the truth. If he wanted, he could just kill them all and run away. So, Demian just carelessly gave his answer. Both Acerus and Demian were the people that the aide wanted to stay far away from.