The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 618 and the Demon King's Most Mischievous Child

The snow in Roland was still falling, showing no signs of stopping.

In contrast, the heavy snow in the Dusk Province paused briefly, leaving behind a pure white expanse waiting to be painted.

The fox-eared maid, full of energy, grabbed a broom and went outside. She stood on tiptoe and reached up to knock down the icicles that had clung to the eaves.

Eileen greeted her with a smile, and then she and Theresa mounted their horses and headed towards the town of Gravit.

Ever since she and Karen visited the church school once, she and Teresa would go to the school to help out whenever it wasn't snowing.

Inside the manor, the living room was warm and cozy.

The firewood in the fireplace crackled and popped, casting a warm, orange glow over the deep red cashmere carpet.

However, Miss Mia's mood was not warm; the white mist that clung to the window seemed to have also clung to her eyelashes.

With her hands supporting her cheeks, Mia gazed quietly at the endless snowscape outside the window, then let out a long sigh.

"...I wonder how things are going with Luo Yan."

She muttered to herself.

Three days ago, an urgent letter from Thunder City shattered the tranquility of Spruce Manor. Luo Yan didn't say much, only instructing her to take good care of the house, before hurriedly leaving with Miss Sarah, heading straight for the station in Gravit Town.

And then—

The two went to Roland.

Perhaps it wasn't just the two of them, but also the person who had just gotten out of the car.

Just as Miss Padridge was sighing in loneliness, Vivian, not far away, was huddled in the corner of the sofa, a thick book resting on her knees, which were covered by white cotton socks.

However, those crimson eyes didn't absorb a single word; they kept glancing at the succubus sighing by the window.

grumble--

I never expected that Padridge would be such a fool, watching helplessly as his elder brother was snatched away by that vixen without doing anything!
The thought of this made Vivian furious.

Of course, she was, after all, a vampire who was beautiful, kind, intelligent, and elegant, so she couldn't show her impatience on her face.

Her malicious eyes darted around, and Weiwei hatched a plan. She covered her lower lip with the pages of her book and let out her usual irritating laugh.

"Kukuku... I wonder if Vivian's brother has arrived in Roland City yet. It's been a long journey, very long indeed."

Mia remained in the position of resting her chin on her hand, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Yes, you're quite capable!
Vivian's lips twitched. She hadn't expected Mia's strength to have improved so much, so she increased the dosage and continued to mutter to herself in that stiff tone.

"Speaking of which, that letter smelled very strongly of perfume, like tulips. The writer must be a very sophisticated vixen. Even a charming adult like Vivian couldn't let her guard down."

The only sound in the living room was the soft crackling of burning firewood.

Mia didn't turn around, but the tips of her ears, hidden in her pink hair, twitched slightly.

It's obvious—

That's because of the eyebrows!

Vivian, adept at breaking down defenses, instantly spotted Miss Padridge's weakness and simultaneously rallied her spirits.

Realizing her provocation had worked, she held the book even higher and continued typing away at the page that hadn't been turned in ages.

"Ku-ku-ku-ku... As expected of my respected and dear elder brother, you are so popular!"

"Even if you stay at home and don't go out, you'll still be targeted by weasels that come out of the spruce forest. Oh dear... I wonder how far things have progressed? Have they already eaten you? It's really hard to guess."

hateful--

Why does my heart hurt so much?
This verbal attack, which was meant to hurt both the enemy and Vivian, failed to break Mia's defenses; instead, it caused Vivian to break through her own defenses.

Her arm, holding the book, was slightly curled up, and she hid her face, which was about to cry, behind the book, her sharp canine teeth digging deeply into her lips.

How awful! How awful! How awful!

She's going to kill all the humans in Roland City!
And Thunder City too!
Despite feeling incredibly bitter inside, Vivian's mouth didn't stop; she kept muttering increasingly heartbreaking words behind the book.

Mia finally reached her breaking point.

She turned around abruptly, glaring at the purple-haired girl on the sofa, trying her best to keep her composure from crumbling.

"You...do you want to fight?"

"Come on! I love fighting the most. I feel uncomfortable if I don't fight for a day!"

Upon hearing this, Vivian leaped up from the sofa, her white cat-tail-like paw landing on the armrest, looking menacing and menacing.

Mia was about to make a sarcastic remark, but she froze on the spot because of those slightly moist, crimson eyes.

Clearly, she hadn't expected that Vivian, who had provoked her first, would break down her defenses first.

The kind-hearted Miss Padridge couldn't bring herself to bully a sick bat, and for a moment she lost her temper, her voice softening.

"Okay, I know you're worried about your brother, but don't worry yet, because..."

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

How should I comfort her?

Miss Padridge completely forgot her lines for a moment.

The main problem was that she herself was quite agitated and didn't know what to say to comfort Vivian, who was also anxious.

In fact, she knew better than anyone who Luo Yan had gone to see.

Although she hadn't read the contents of the letter, Mia, as the branch manager of the Hell Intelligence Bureau, could guess that it was definitely written by Miss Ophia Castellón!
It's not hard to guess using the process of elimination, because only that one remains.

The only thing that comforted her was that Luo Yan's reason for rushing to Roland City through the snow overnight was not to reminisce with that noble lady from the Holy Light family.

On the contrary, he was forced to take the initiative to fight in order to protect his identity as "Ya Ya Mitia" from being exposed.

Thinking of this, Mia felt a pang of guilt.

If I were a little stronger, "my dearest" wouldn't have had to flee to such a dangerous place and feign dealings with hell's mortal enemy.

He is always so gentle.

Unfortunately, Vivian was unaware of Mia's rich inner world; otherwise, she would have been greatly shocked by this succubus's peculiar thought process.

Staring blankly at Mia, who had suddenly become so magnanimous, Vivian muttered something weakly in a low voice.

"You...aren't you worried at all?"

Mia's lips curled into a confident smile once more.

A sweet smile bloomed on her beautiful face, and she looked almost holy.

"I believe in Luo Yan. No matter how far he goes, he will eventually come back to my side."

Vivian clearly didn't buy into this kind of psychological victory.

Her crimson eyes darted left and right. After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke out about what she was most worried about.

"What if that vixen takes advantage of him and then takes advantage of him?"

Although there's no theoretical basis for it, she's heard that pure blood smells better. If she could, she would wish for her elder brother to remain pure for life.

Mia casually brushed a strand of pink hair behind her ear, remaining as calm and elegant as ever.

"How could that be? He's such a big guy, who could really eat him whole?"

She paused for a moment, then continued.

"Besides, I can always eat it all back!"

Vivian's face flushed even redder, and her ears seemed to be steaming.

"You, you, you! Are you even speaking human language?"

"Human language? Heh heh heh, has Miss Colin gone mad from being in the human world? I'm not human, I'm a noble succubus."

Mia crossed her arms over her chest and proudly puffed out her chest, which she couldn't wrap her arms around.

"A mere human girl, let alone having holy light flowing in her blood, even if magma were flowing in her blood, would never be a match for Lord Padridge!"

Rather, the act of losing and regaining something is more effective in highlighting her absolute power as a succubus!

This is what Mia just thought of.

Poor little Luo Yan had only ever tasted the flavor of a succubus, so it was inevitable that he would harbor curiosity and longing for Miss Ophia, who was also human.

Instead of letting him think about it every day, it's better to let him try it out openly. He'll only know which one is better after he tries it.

Once it's all over, he'll find that Padridge's embrace is indeed the warmest, and then, with a repentant heart, he'll once again bow down to his own tail.

Hehehe—

That's so true to me!

Mia's eyes narrowed slightly, and invisible pink bubbles seemed to rise from the top of her head.

Clearly, this hopeless, foolish succubus has convinced herself again, and has even adaptively contracted a strange fetish.

Even though she didn't know what she was thinking, Vivian was stunned by the glimpse of the iceberg revealed behind that cheerful smile, and slumped back onto the sofa.

Slender calves were placed on either side.

As expected of the infamous, foolish succubus from Shanghai, she was completely out of options.

Perhaps because their attention was elsewhere, neither of them noticed that Miss Karen, who had just reached the living room door, turned around and walked away with a blush on her face.

……

Nothing was said that afternoon.

until night.

Having had a fulfilling day, Eileen and Theresa returned to Spruce Manor, still feeling chilly but in high spirits.

After taking off their heavy coats, the two sat by the warm fireplace and enthusiastically shared the interesting things that had happened at the church school that day with everyone.

With the return of Eileen and Theresa, Mia and Vivian tacitly kept quiet, completely banning any talk of hell and the Demon King.

"...Today, there was a little guy named Tommy who actually turned the arithmetic formulas His Highness taught him into tongue twisters. Unfortunately, he forgot the words halfway through reciting them, and ended up getting himself into a mess, which amused the whole class." Eileen held a cup of hot tea, her eyes full of undisguised laughter.

Theresa laughed and agreed.

"It's unbelievable. I thought the children of Twilight Province would be rather dull, but after getting to know them, I found that they are not much different from the children of Thunder City."

Mia sat gracefully on the sofa with a gentle and dignified smile on her face, her hands naturally folded on her knees, as if she were the owner of the living room.

"After all, we are all human... cough, I mean, you are all people of the Benliu River, so it's normal for you to be similar."

“Haha, Miss Yaya is right,” Eileen smiled and said in a kind voice, “Every time I see those lovely children, I am filled with hope for the future.”

Vivian raised her little hand and yawned.

"They're just a bunch of little brats who can't even read properly. It's amazing that you can stand their constant chatter. I couldn't stand it."

Seeing Vivian making sarcastic remarks, Eileen didn't mind the harsh comments at all, and instead winked at her playfully.

"Really? But I always feel that the children like you a little more than Theresa and me. Today, many people pulled me aside and asked why Sister Vivian didn't come."

Upon hearing this, Vivian's cheeks flushed slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smug smile.

She was just about to boast a little when an untimely snubbed her ear—

"I think they just like eating sweets."

The blush instantly turned into a warm red, and Vivian glared fiercely at Mia.

"Ku, Kuku... As expected of the famous screenwriter in Thunder City, you really know how to talk!"

Mia smiled gently.

"You flatter me~"

The living room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

It wasn't until Karen, dressed in her nun's habit, walked into the living room with a smile and announced that dinner was served that everyone got up and moved to the dining room.

Dinner was held in a harmonious atmosphere.

However, unlike before, the atmosphere was somewhat subtly unusual for Mia, who had intended to focus on enjoying her meal.

Mia wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Miss Karen was unusually warm to her today. She not only pulled out a chair for her, but also poured her warm water and even offered to cut her steak for her.

This meticulous care made Mia feel embarrassed, and she didn't even know where to put her knife and fork.

Although she and Karen had always had a good relationship, she had never seen the nun be so enthusiastic towards her before.

Mia finally couldn't sit still any longer and asked in a somewhat reserved voice.

"Miss Karen, what's wrong?"

"what happened?"

Karen paused her meal, tilted her head slightly, and wore her usual dignified and pure smile.

Which aspect are you referring to?

Mia spoke with some difficulty.

"No, it's nothing. I just felt you were acting strange today and was worried that you might have a problem with me."

“How could that be?” Karen said with a smile. “On the contrary… I find you very charming, even more charming than usual.”

Vivian's shoulders twitched, and she almost dropped the spoon in her hand, but luckily she managed to hold it steady just before it fell into the plate.

"Me, me?" Mia pointed to her nose in surprise, her pretty face visibly turning red.

She put down the knife in her hand, glanced around shyly, and twirled her pink hair with her index finger as she spoke.

"Haha... Thank you for the compliment."

Karen didn't stop her attempts to curry favor; instead, she became even more enthusiastic.

"Your Excellency Sarah has been away from the manor these past few days, and I'm sure she's had some inconvenience with her daily life. Please allow me to serve you."

"Actually, I don't need to serve you much. I can manage on my own. Besides, you are a guest..." Mia waved her hand, flattered, trying to politely decline this overly enthusiastic gesture.

Karen shook her head seriously and said firmly and sincerely.

"How can that be? You are a distinguished guest from the Holy City, please allow me to show you the hospitality of a host!"

Seeing Miss Yaya's tactful refusal and Karen's sudden overtures, Eileen and Theresa, sitting opposite each other, exchanged bewildered glances.

The two had no idea what was going on, only that Sister Karen was unusually hospitable today.

However, it's not surprising that they didn't expect it, since the two of them weren't in the manor during the day and didn't hear the confession in front of the fireplace.

A faint blush spread across her pure face, and Karen's eyes as she looked at Mia were filled with undisguised fervor and admiration.

Who would have thought?
So this is what succubi in hell are like!
Karen's heart pounded as she recalled the conversation she had overheard outside the living room door earlier that day.

God Child Above—

Please forgive your blasphemous faith, she suddenly felt that selling her soul to the devil might not be so bad?

……

On the other side, in Roland City, in the VIP box on the second floor of the Royal Theatre.

Luo Yan and Miss Ophia were sitting side by side on a velvet sofa, watching the performance on stage.

The play being performed on stage right now is a new play written by Miss Yaya Mitia – "The Distant Hill".

This series depicts the story of the Battle of the Ten Thousand Mountains, and the plot mainly portrays a knight who is loyal to the Dvalo dynasty.

After witnessing the suffering of his compatriots in the Wanren Mountains, he resolutely broke with his past self and devoted himself to the cause of liberating his compatriots, eventually standing on the stage of the Roland Revolution.

The story ends here.

It's worth mentioning that the script itself wasn't particularly tear-jerking, at least not compared to Prince Colin's "The Bell Tolls".

However, the stirring symphony and superb stage performance saved the script, bringing not only the brutal battlefield to the stage but also to the hearts of the audience.

It's clear that the National Assembly put a lot of effort into this series; generally speaking, new series from Thunder City don't enter the "overseas market" so quickly.

Moreover, the Royal Theatre Company, responsible for the performance, also gave it their all, making this new play, which wasn't particularly popular in Thunder City, a hit.

This young regime seems to have recognized the importance of propaganda from its inception, and its enthusiasm for it far surpasses that of Edward.

This may also be a legacy they inherited from the encyclopedists.

Or perhaps it's a legacy.

After the curtain fell, thunderous applause erupted.

Ophia clapped softly, then sighed softly.

"What a wonderful performance."

"I didn't expect you to be more interested in war dramas."

"Do you see me as a young girl who yearns for love?"

Is not it?
Luo Yan looked at Ophia like this.

The latter blinked slightly, then looked away and turned his gaze to the stage.

"I'm becoming more and more curious about that Miss Yaya Mitia. Such an excellent screenwriter, yet she's completely unknown in the Holy City."

It seems she not only investigated the Colin Group, but also Miss Yaya Mitia.

Luo Yan was not surprised by Ophia's probing questions, after all, this clever and quick-witted girl was also a student he had personally taught.

Whether or not you regret it is another matter.

"...Inspiration is a difficult thing to explain. Perhaps the Holy City just lacked the source of inspiration that sparked her inspiration, while Thunder City just happened to have it."

Ophia turned her head and blinked her azure eyes again.

"Are you saying that thing is you?"

Luo Yan changed the subject without changing his expression.

“Miss Ophia, it is not elegant to address a gentleman by his objects.”

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Luo Yan, I shouldn't have called you a thing."

Ophia pursed her lips slightly in apology, perfectly concealing her cunning behind an elegant mask.

Luo Yan's expression was somewhat subtle.

He clearly saw the mischievousness behind those azure eyes, like a little fox hiding in the bushes, secretly laughing.

Even if he saw it, he just smiled lightly; he wasn't so childish as to try to be sarcastic in front of a young girl.

Pretending not to have noticed Ophia's prank at all, he nodded with pleasure.

I accept your apology.

That indifferent reaction gave Ophia the illusion that she had punched the sofa.

The young lady felt a little frustrated at not being able to trick this unfathomable man.

However, this minor emotional outburst did not affect her good mood.

Although another woman's name appeared, it did not stop Miss Ophia from feeling that today was the most perfect day of the past two years.

Turning her gaze back to the stage where preparations were underway for the next scene, she murmured a sigh.

"To be honest, I never imagined that one day I would be able to sit side by side with you in the theater to watch a play."

Luo Yan turned his head to ask in a gentlemanly manner.

"So how do you feel?"

Ophia pursed her rosy lips, a smile playing on her lips, and mimicked her beloved Prince Colin's irrelevant response.

"It felt like a date."

Luo Yan looked at her gently.

"Using the word 'like' is a bit inaccurate; we were dating, weren't we?"

Ophia's cheeks flushed slightly.

However, she quickly noticed the mischievousness behind those deep purple eyes, and then gently puffed out her cheeks.

"You're teasing me again."

Luo Yan chuckled softly.

"How could that be? I'm just telling the truth."

After spending the whole day shopping and watching TV all night, even if he tries to argue that this doesn't count as a date, probably no one would believe him.

Youyou, floating beside Luo Yan, started rolling around again, letting out a cheeky laugh, just like a snow leopard that had nothing better to do than eat its fill.

"My Lord Demon King, you just said that being quick-witted is childish—"

Luo Yan calmly tossed two words into his mind.

'Shut up.'

The Demon King's majesty caused the snow leopard to quickly shut its mouth and dissipate into a cloud of milky white smoke.

While Luo Yan was busy dealing with Youyou, Ophia quietly watched him.

Seeing that Luo Yan suddenly stopped talking, her cheeks flushed, and she began to twirl her golden hair with her index finger, changing the subject.

"Speaking of which, do you still remember what you promised me? Or have you gone back on your word again..."

For example, would you like to choose another one?
Marrying into another family or something...

She couldn't get the last half of her sentence out, and could only swallow it back down in frustration, letting go of the chance that might have allowed her to trick Prince Colin.

"Am I the kind of person who would go back on their word?" Luo Yan smiled faintly, effortlessly turning his attention back to her.

Ophia averted her gaze, looking directly at the stage in front of her.

"Was bringing me to see a play... also part of your plan?"

Luo Yan nodded slightly.

"Yes."

This answer left Ophia feeling somewhat disappointed.

However, that disappointment was only momentary; Miss Castellion was not the kind of girl who couldn't live without love.

Looking at the stage during intermission, she frowned slightly and asked the question that had been bothering her.

“I thought you would at least go see the gunman. I read about him in the newspaper; his name is Doc, he's closely associated with the Stonemasons, and he's currently being held in strict custody at the police station at King's Cross in Roland. And the Stonemasons' lawyers are currently arguing for his innocence—”

Luo Yan interrupted her rambling, simply asking a question in return.

"Why go see him?"

Ophia, whose train of thought had been interrupted, paused for a moment, then naturally began to analyze the situation.

"At least he was the one who fired the shot, right? We need to find out who gave him the gun, and who was supporting him behind the scenes. Maybe we can find out—"

Luo Yan picked up where she left off, speaking in a casual tone.

"You've discovered who used this ordinary person to help him hunt down a Gold-level superhuman, right?"

Ophia blinked, silently asking with a "What else?" look.

Luo Yan smiled faintly.

"If you really follow this line of investigation, you'll just be fulfilling the script of the mastermind behind the scenes."

So fresh.

In Roland, a city where even Marshal Fayette couldn't protect himself, a small police station managed to protect the only criminal who might have a clue.

Ophia tilted her head slightly and lowered her voice even further.

"What do you mean?"

Luo Yan did not answer directly, but instead used a tone that was all too familiar to Ophia.

"Ophia, let me test you. Why did you deliberately hide half of the most crucial part?"

That's something Ophia just said to him yesterday.

Upon hearing this, she answered almost without thinking.

"Of course, it's to make people think in the most misunderstanding way—"

She had only spoken halfway when her mouth opened slightly, forming an "o" shape.

"You mean, the murderer who opened fire in the city center was bait deliberately left for us by the real culprit?!"

Luo Yan gave her an approving look.

"You are very smart."

If it's a typical street murder case, starting the investigation with the arrested killer is logically sound.

But the death of Earl Sean was clearly quite different.

The powerful force capable of disrupting his game with Xuebang must come from outside this game.

A gaze from beyond time hangs over Roland City, like a malevolent force projected through the void.

As for why he was so familiar with it, it's because he is the "most successful virtual observer" in the history of Xuebang—

Even if he gave himself that title.

If we absolutely must find the mastermind behind it all, the best strategy is definitely not to play a cat-and-mouse game with the pieces on the board.

He wanted to walk the same path that Earl Sean had taken before his death, exactly as it had been.

Or to be more precise—

He wants to recreate this ceremony!

Leaning back against the soft velvet cushions, Luo Yan leisurely gazed at the red curtain that had been drawn back open, a graceful and composed smile on his handsome face.

bring it on--

Norville.

I knew it was you.

Let your strictest father see the conspiracy you've so meticulously woven for him.

He made an exception for you, stepping from behind the scenes to the center of the stage.

You must not disappoint him.

(End of this chapter)