I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

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A blurry figure flashed by, and when I tried to recall his exact appearance, my mind went completely blank.

All I can remember is the feeling I had when I was with him.

Before you know it, you'll fall for her.

It seemed that everything could be entrusted to him; I had never experienced such a strong impulse before, this simple and attractive radiance.

Even their souls were corrupted by this light.

If you're not careful, your consciousness will be smeared.

The demons, panting heavily as they savored the lingering afterglow, felt a chilling aura clinging to them as they overcame the oppressive force.

Strength and perception seem to be getting stronger.

Realizing this filled me with immense joy.

"Is it gradually increasing...?"

Lucifer raised his hand and clenched his fist.

. ... ....

It's possible that he was too powerful as the Demon King, so the feeling of becoming stronger wasn't too obvious.

The sheer amount of yin energy emanating from it was so alluring.

It's hard to imagine what the other side looks like.

The yin energy must be several times stronger, no, it's far beyond what a simple description can explain.

That will make them stronger.

The demons stared intently at the spatial rift, their gazes burning like those of hungry wolves.

"Father, I have completed my investigation. This is indeed the path to another world! I have finally discovered it! Judging from the size of the passage, it has now expanded to accommodate us all. And waiting for us on the other side is the ideal world! Hahahaha—!!"

Li Zewell revealed a pure and innocent smile, like that of a child.

He was thrilled to have discovered the other world.

It was Li Zevim who first received the message from the lower-level demons.

Upon arriving here, they were shocked by the spatial rift and immediately crawled inside to explore the other world.

There he saw the other world from his dreams.

The passion surging within him could not be extinguished; the most primal desires of a demon were erupting.

Desire is as sweet as nectar.

This joy stems from a demonic instinct; Li Zewell yearns for an anomaly that defies reality.

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Chapter Fourteen: The Fairy Knight's Parade [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

The demonic forces have set up camp near the spatial rift.

They planned to be fully prepared before entering the other world, so they could handle any unexpected events.

No matter what, that's another world.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't curious.

After eliminating the forces of demons, the fallen angels and angels also found the remaining passages in the forest.

There is more than one spatial rift.

There's no need for them to fight over it so quickly; they should be making preparations and heading to the other world as soon as possible.

We can't start killing each other before we even get inside.

They didn't want the Bible war to take place here; who knows what would happen if a fight broke out?

The three parties quickly began preparations.

For now, we can shift our focus away from them and return to the other side of the spatial rift.

Because of the incident where Mary suddenly appeared on "137".

Morgan, expressing his understanding, left Dewey aside and went to handle the political arrangements concerning Britain himself.

It's clear she won't be seeing Du Wei anytime soon.

Du Wei was quite helpless about this.

It seems I can only talk to Morgan tonight to clear things up, otherwise she won't forgive me.

After a sigh, Du Wei had no choice but to accept it.

After all, this was supposed to be a time for him to make Morgan happy, but instead, these things happened due to an accident.

Morgan had his reasons for ignoring him.

One can only accept this as a tragicomedy of fate, and with a wry smile, reluctantly accept it.

"...How hateful...I should have found an opportunity yesterday...I also want to feel warmth while I sleep..."

Melusine looked at Mary with a troubled expression.

A look of envy appeared deep in his eyes.

This childlike earnestness left Du Wei somewhat speechless, both amused and exasperated.

"Moreover, His Majesty was so unrestrained and proactive last night... His posture and demeanor were both very mature... I can definitely do better! I won't lose to His Majesty!"

Melusine's cheeks were flushed.

However, there was no shyness in her expression; instead, she was staring intently at Du Wei with eager eyes.

Being stared at like that is awful.

Melusine possesses a unique quality that Morgan lacks.

The words seem both naive and incredibly strong, with a resolute expression that also reveals a touch of girlish fragility.

He is usually very introverted.

However, when dealing with someone she likes, she can be very straightforward and will act coquettishly, as if to say, "I'm very strong, so you have to obey me."

Cute, strong, and loves to act cute.

This is precisely the embodiment of Melusine.

"Hmm... If Lord Du Wei likes having multiple people... then I... I can try to learn that too!"

Bagst's face was burning hot, like hot iron.

His speech was somewhat incoherent.

"You were all outside watching last night...?"

Du Wei couldn't help but ask this question.

Because he was engrossed in his own world with Morgan last night, Du Wei didn't get any inspiration.

Naturally, no one paid attention to the others.

At that time, he only had eyes for Morgan and was fascinated by everything about her.

"Of course! How could I not watch? But... I've never seen a mother like that before, getting so happy towards the end... Du Wei was like a wild beast then..."

Bawanshi reminisced about last night.

The other two women nodded in unison.

Du Wei couldn't help but feel incredibly embarrassed; the three of them seemed to have no concept of shame whatsoever.

"Okay, I got it, stop talking!"

Du Wei directly stopped Bavanshi.

It would be a nightmare to have other people discuss this kind of thing; even Du Wei finds it unbearable.

This is not something that can be discussed openly.

"Beast?"

Mary murmured in confusion.

She seemed not to quite understand what the women were talking about; to her, this was all unknown knowledge among adults.

She was uneducated and had no idea about these things.

From birth to death, she was as flawless as the first snow, yet as crimson as blood.

“Mary, you don’t need to know any of this.”

"You don't need to know?"

Duvet took Mary's hand.

He didn't intend to dwell on the topic any further.