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Chapter 151 The Princess and the Prince (Part 2)
"..."

The story of the Demon King has come to an end.

Next, it's time for Lord Mirad, who has been deeply immersed in his role, to receive Orpheus's true feelings.

Siolitta closed the thickly covered book in her hands, and was slightly lost in thought as she recalled the account of Orpheus running towards Lord Mirad that she had just read in the book.

As for her own story…

—And what about you? What is your relationship with him?
They are not good at sharing laughter, nor can they share sadness.

They seem very close, but in reality, they are more distant than anyone else.

Having grown accustomed to unilaterally expressing goodwill from a fan's perspective, now that she's detached from that role, she suddenly finds herself forgetting how to express more complex emotions to Mirad, who is so close to her, as "Hioltha."

How will she move forward?

Milad looked up at the towering tower that reached into the clouds.

The snake's body coils around the tower and meanders down.

...heading straight for him.

Without the impetus of a narrative, the girls around them froze, as if time had stood still.

Driven by curiosity, Mirad had just exchanged a few words with them and discovered that these characters in the play were not empty shells, but real characters with memories and personalities, who could respond to his conversations in real time, and even the unique magical fluctuations of each individual were simulated vividly.

If it weren't for Siolitta's repeated emphasis that these were merely illusions created by her young king, the Demon Realm Fantasy Star Chaser, he would have truly believed that she had dragged the girls, including Riel and Megel, into her Demon Realm to act out a drama with Orpheus.

It shares a similar theme with Obola's "The Golden Heart of a Demon." Considering their master-disciple relationship, it makes perfect sense.

The incessant narration of Hyolita, which had been echoing in my ears, finally ceased. It seemed she had closed the book, stopped watching and narrating, leaving herself and Orpheus alone, which resulted in the characters ceasing their actions.

It was indeed unexpected that Hyolita had approached him, asking him to impersonate a character in the play. But he was also curious about Orpheus's true thoughts... as this would influence his future approach to the girl.

Therefore, the two hit it off immediately.

In order to prevent Orpheus from noticing and to smoothly reveal his true feelings, he even relinquished some control of his body to Siolitta.

In the latter narrative, what Orpheus senses from himself is not Mirad himself, but rather the Hyolita narrating his story.

In the blink of an eye, Orpheus was already standing in front of Mirad.

That wasn't walking, but rather gliding silently.

Her massive, pure white serpentine body pressed shallow creaks into the meadow. Amidst the barely audible rustling, Orpheus looked down at Mirad, her lips twitching as she tried to force a smile... but unsurprisingly, she failed.

…That smile could only remind Mirad of a snake sniffing and flicking its tongue before catching a frog.

The thick, coiled snake tail lifted the motionless characters, without any rough shoving, but silently moved them aside, clearing an empty stage between Orpheus and him.

Then, Orpheus's upright upper body slowly lowered down, like the bright moon sinking into a still lake.

Her gaze never left Mirad, and his figure was the only one in her pure white snake eyes... During the snake's movement just now, the belt around her waist had loosened considerably, and now it was like a petal about to bloom, unfolding in the silent gaze between them, revealing the pure white stamen inside.

She frowned, then simply raised her slender finger and gently hooked it, letting it fall down along the serpent demon king's winding curves into the shadow of the enormous serpent's body.

...Now that the thing that had been constricting her waist was gone, Ophie felt relieved and twisted her waist with satisfaction, causing the narrow slit of her navel to sway from side to side.

"Milad".

Simply by standing in front of him, one can be certain that the person before them is the real deal, and not an empty shell or puppet manipulated by Lilim...

Not to mention that Mirad's alluring scent was now overflowing, gathering in a certain part of her body, causing her snake hair to frequently glance at her, her scarlet forked tongue flicking in and out, savoring the wandering scent molecules.

"I've figured it out."

"I want to possess all your pain, your frustration, your resentment, and your hatred."

“These are all my things. I don’t want you to hide them or share them with those innocent girls.”

The long, flowing snake tail turned around, gradually tapering to a thin tip. Orpheus carefully placed this tip into Mirad's palm, as if holding his hand. Her expression was more serious than ever before, her pure white snake eyes fixed on him.

“Let me do what I want. You can use my body, my power, my existence for whatever you wish. Every night, through the wall, I can feel you tossing and turning in bed, and your burning heat. Perhaps you don’t want to give it to other girls, but I am a guilty person… Whatever you do, I will gladly accept.”

"I like you... or rather, I love you. You used to like me, but now there may be no place for me in your heart. It doesn't matter."

Her tail tip curled slightly at his fingers, the cool, smooth scales brushing against Mirad's palm.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Orpheus pursed her lips and lowered her eyes... This time, her voice was much softer, like a child asking an adult if she could have more candy.

"...Would you be willing to let me re-enter your field of vision and step into your story?"

Mirad pinched the tip of the tail in his hand. The fine snake scales couldn't be described as soft, but with that cool touch, he could feel the rhythm of the muscles beneath the scales.

He was silent.

The pain of possessing someone else.

Rather than the tender whispers lovers exchange in bed, it's more like a twisted pact made by two battered and bruised sworn enemies on the battlefield, exhausted after a long and arduous battle.

She didn't want to share his laughter, because there were too many stories in that laughter that she hadn't been a part of.

She only needs to bear his pain, because the root of that pain is herself.

He remembered a girl from a thousand years ago, a girl he had once loved but who never existed. He was drawn to her otherworldly quality, and a protective instinct compelled him to stay by her side. Back then, he had also fantasized about sharing his pain with the proud and stubborn, fallen princess. He even went so far as to do a lot of absurd research… such as how to truly revive a nation. Looking back now, it all seems incredibly naive.

But she and he were somewhat similar. For example, neither of them used fancy words; they only used the simplest, most direct, and clumsy methods to prove their existence and value.

Feeling the trembling at the tip of my palm.

Mirad slowly closed his fingers.

He didn't throw it away or push it off, but instead used his rough, calloused palm, hardened from years of wielding a sword, to envelop the slender tip of the sword, along with its icy trembling, and held it tightly.

"...!"

Ophie's serpentine body trembled, a tingling shiver rising from the tip of her tail and instantly spreading throughout her massive body.

It wasn't the coldness of rejection, but the heat that could melt even the hardest ice.

She could feel the warmth of his palm and the outline of his knuckles, which were clearly imprinted in her mind through the fine scales.

"That weight,"

He finally spoke, "You can't handle this alone."

They neither said yes nor no.

He simply stated a fact in a flat tone.

He rejected her possessiveness, but also tacitly agreed to her sharing the burden.

"……Um."

She uttered a barely audible syllable, as if she had used all her strength.

Having received permission, Orpheus moved.

Orpheus moved his snake tail, causing the thick, twenty- or thirty-meter-long tail tube to coil around him, circle after circle, gathering Mirad in the center.

It was no longer a cage for strangling snakes, but a bed built just for him.

She opened her mouth and spat out a long, fleshy forked snake tongue, with glistening saliva dripping down its slippery surface.

Orpheus bent down, and before it truly began, Snake Eyes looked up one last time, meeting the person's eyes. The latter, at this moment, dared not meet her gaze, stiffly turning his head away, his eyes inevitably colliding with the phantoms of the other girls around him.

...He was shy.

But don't go see them now.

For now, you should only have eyes for me.

So the snake's hair extended upwards, wrapping around Mirad's head gently, turning his gaze away from what he didn't want to look at.

kiss.

One of the snakes finally couldn't resist any longer, its slender snout lightly touching his lips, its tongue licking the edge of his lips... Apart from feeling a little itchy, he couldn't seem to find any other reason to describe it.

But once you have the first one, there will be more, more, and more.

The snakes, who were originally just keeping his gaze fixed on Orpheus's movements, suddenly went on strike and touched the man's lips with the tips of their kisses.

The cascading snake hair undoubtedly obscured his vision, preventing him from seeing her movements even when he looked down.

...She was shy.

Wanting to be watched, yet not wanting to be watched.

"Hmm? Xiaoxi, what book are you reading? You seem so engrossed... By the way, have you seen Mirad and Orpheus? He should have already left work, but I couldn't find him in his room..."

Luo Gen leaned her head closer and rested against Xiolita, looking at the book with its thick cover with her.

On the pages, words are written spontaneously, brimming with vitality.

"..."

"..."

"...What's with those expressions on your faces? Come and eat. Call Mirad and Orpheus."

Wearing an apron, Eborah removed the low stool that had been placed under the stove and walked out of the kitchen.

"Uh, they might not be available right now. Let's eat first, let's eat first."

Luo Gen blushed and moved away from Xiao Xi, her Adam's apple bobbing.

Hiolitta closed the book… she shouldn’t have reopened it out of curiosity.

"What are we having for dinner tonight, Professor Obora?"

Forgetting what she had just witnessed, she strode quickly to the table, her tone light and cheerful.

"Hmm? I thought you all already knew... Tonight we're having bread with stewed pea soup and some steak..."

The story continues to unfold among the books that Hiolitta tossed onto the sofa.

(End of this chapter)