Chapter 134 (1/2)

Translator: Wawaa

Editor: WilsonWilson

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Demian opened the front door of the banquet hall widely. Even in the dark hall, he immediately found Lara and approached her without hesitation. The heavy sound of his shoes rang like hitting a drum.

“What’s that?”

Paimon muttered. Black hair as dark as the night, red lips that went up to one side as if he was scoffing, and a sharp madness flowed out of his blue eyes. He was definitely a human being–in all ways but force.

“Did you see that?”

Valac whispered with a gloomy face. He had a timid face, a deep sigh, and a tone as if he was whining by revealing his resentment to the fullest. Valac’s voice fug into Paimon’s head.

“It is the seed of the demon lord.”

“Hahaha…”

“That’s the first one.”

Valac had deep doubts about Demian’s identity even before he ascended to Prince Sidhar’s body in Hautean. How can a human who was unaffected by black magic exist?

So he tried to get the black sorcerers under his command to find out who Demian was. However, his plan failed because Demian was much stronger than expected. Somehow, he was captured by Lara and fell into Acerus’ hands. By the time he had absorbed Lilith’s power, he was convinced.

The seed of the demon lord.

Demian Drake was a man who was born human and would become the demon lord. That was also the reason he could get the swear of obedience from Lilith. Valac, who ate Lilith and stole her memory, since then regarded Demian as a demon, not a human being.

Paimon was staring at Demian. His red eyes shook madly. He, who pretended to be a slave naturally enough to be close to perfection among humans, lost his composure for the first time and revealed his real self.

Even in hell, Paimon was a demon strong and old enough to be considered as a demon lord candidate.

If he faces Demian Drake, who will win?  And will God, who cares very much about the saintess, just wait and see the demon’s fight in the human realm?

Valac’s heart trembled as if it was convulsing. When he released his clenched fist, his palm was wet with cold sweat.

Demian turned his head their way.

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“Saintess.”

Lara glanced at Nicholas’ hand that was held out to her, he was politely asking for a dance. Meanwhile, Eunice was already fascinated by Lafort’s liquor that Nicholas had brought in particular and Ximena was dancing with the slaves.

An elegant dance song was played. After disappearing with Valac, Paimon had not yet appeared. Lara put her finger slightly on Nicholas’ palm and took a step. The bead dress chosen by Konny shook with a jingling sound.

“Hautean is said to be a country of elegant nobles. I was wondering where your extraordinary discernment came from. Apparently, you’re a noble from Hautean.”

“If I have to say, I’m not a noble anymore. I have abandoned my family name.”

Even while revealing her status as a commoner in front of a  member of a royal family, Lara’s attitude was confident. It was as if she was a royal and Nicholas was a commoner.

“Hahaha. Won’t you visit Lafort one day? It’s not as good as Hautean, but there are also many good things in Lafort. His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Tarragon is too great of a person to enjoy the arts so I don’t even dare to recommend it to him.”

Lara found Nicholas’ clever speech interesting. While complimenting Lara, a native of Hautean, he brought up Lafort and even subtly defamed the Emperor. He had a friendly tone and the words he said sounded like a joke but his eyes were serious, making her suspicious of his intentions.

Lara could have danced to his tune here. Mixing lies and truth and exchanging words as if gambling, it would be a good experience for her too.

But Lara was a saintess—a person who received the protection and support of the greatest being in the world. In short, Lara did not have to change the subject while walking on eggshells like that.

“I do want to go to Lafort someday.”

When Lara muttered with a chic face, Nicholas smiled warmly. However, when he heard her following words, he was astonished.

“I mean, after Lafort unifies the East.”

“Pardon?”

“Prince Nicholas, how much do you believe in the union?”

Nicholas was taken aback. He only thought of Lara as a 21-year-old immature saintess who was yet to grow out of being a child. But a terrifying question poured out of her mouth.

“Do you think the Eastern Union is valuable enough for you to give up the throne of Lafort?”

“The union…is bound by a pledge. The situation in the East is different from that in Hautean…”

“The North was devastated by just one demon. If the same thing happens in the East, are you confident that you can stop it?”

“The East is strong.”

“Does that strength come from Lafort?”

Lara’s eyes shone clearly under the light.

Though the Eastern Union had Lafort at the center of their territory, their military power came from Sias. Therefore, the King of Mortan maintained a closer relationship with Sias than Lafort. Lara was pinching that very point.

“If there are three friends in a group, there must be two of them who are closer to each other. Where do you think Lafort stands in the hierarchy?”

Nicholas could not readily answer. Because Lafort was the one who was left behind.

What in the world is this saintess? I thought she was just an immature young lady who just wanted to play. But she has a tendency to be a swindler.

Nicholas, who barely calmed down the confusion, smiled by habit and asked.

“Why are you saying this? You’re not going to say that all of this is God’s will, are you?”

Lara contemplated for a while and spoke out.

“If it’s hard to get the throne of Lafort, what about Sias?”

“What?”

This time, Nicholas was genuinely surprised and threw down Lara’s hand that he was holding in spite of himself.