Chapter 85 (2/2)

“Next time, I will personally pick you up. I’ll be tired, but at least it will make me feel at ease.”

“There’s no next time.”

“Pardon?”

“This is the last time that I will accept Acerus’ request. You also won’t have to suffer like this in the future.”

“De, Demian. Hold on. What do you mean? Huh? Hold on!”

No matter how much the aide tried to stop Demian, it was useless. Demian pushed the aide’s hand away and stood in front of the Crown Prince’s room. There were knights there too. The eyes behind the helmets shone furiously. There was none of them who did not know Demian’s face.

A war slave—a consumable resource that was raised to kill enemies, most despised by knights. A beast that killed anyone whenever the owner changed. That was Demian’s existence to them.

“Open the door.”

Ominous energy wriggled from the knights’ bodies. They could not tolerate this arrogant slave at all.

“Oh my! I, I will open it. I will do it.”

The aide intervened in between them and opened the door.”

“Your Imperial Highness! Please come out!”

“Why are you still here?”

Acerus was about to go to the bedroom. Despite it snowing heavily outside, he was only wearing his pants, revealing his upper body bare as it is. As soon as he saw Demian, his chest muscles soared.

“Demian?”

The aide moved faster than light. He quickly slammed the door so that the knights would not see the next scene.

Acerus ran with his arms wide open and hugged Demian as hard as he could. He had a silly smile on his face.

“Demian! What the hell? Why are you alone?”

“Acerus.”

“The saintess! Why didn’t you bring my saintess?”

Who are you calling your saintess?

Demian frowned. Then after forcefully pushing Acerus away, he patted off his disheveled body.

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Acerus came out of his palace with Demian and went to the hotel where Lara was staying.

“The demon Valac is in the body of the Prince who ran away after committing treason in Hautean. And now he is in the hand of my saintess? And for unknown reasons… he is pretending to be a weak and pitiful person?”

Acerus was smiling furiously. His face revealed deep anger.

“He came to play in the human realm because he is bored?”

“Calm down.”

“How can I possibly calm down now? He came to play? This isn’t even their playground. Hundreds of people die every time they come out to play… What?”

“That’s what demons do.”

“Ha! I’m glad he thinks that being a King is no fun. If they had enjoyed war games, the continent would have been destroyed.”

“That’s right.”

A cold snowflake fell on Demian’s face. Acerus, who was on a horse side by side with him, suddenly became anxious and asked.

“What about the saintess?”

“What?”

“Is she too kind that she would tell us to treat demons with love?… Will she be asking us to abandon our weapons and hug our enemies on the battlefield? If she’s like that, I’d be so flustered.”

Lara?

Demian snorted.

“If she were born as the daughter of the Emperor, she would have been a much better successor than you.”

“Ha! As expected!”

Acerus smiled pleasantly, saying he already expected that. The demon that he was worried about eventually appeared, and he was so frustrated that he was about to go crazy thinking that the humans would not even want to deal with them. Now he wondered if those frustrating Gods were finally doing their work.

“It’s here.”

A huge building that was built 20 years ago by Thousand Gold Isadora in Dandelion, the capital of Tarragon.

“Good for her.”

Acerus said.

When Demian asked what he meant, he sincerely said it again this time.

“Because she has a rich mother.”

“What?”

“Having an Emperor as your father is not that good of a thing to have, you know?”

Demian was not someone who would laugh easily, but after hearing that, even he ended up laughing out loud.

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