In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

"Your Highness, why..."

The vampire subordinate was interrupted as soon as he spoke.

"What do you know?"

Luminas put away her playful expression and adopted a cold demeanor.

The vampire fell silent.

"We don't know much about his abilities, and even if I had that idea, I wouldn't know how to implement it."

The Holy Royal Kingdom of Belios, ruled by Luminas, employs a system of human governance, with the Holy Church spreading faith and culture and establishing the Holy Knights as its law enforcement agency.

She uses her direct subordinates to interfere in and rule the church, which in turn helps her manage humanity and regularly provides fresh blood without harming life.

She has never truly shown herself to humans, hiding herself so deeply that even if she wanted to cultivate a few more demon kings, it would be difficult for her to do so.

All the talented ones are in the Knights, and they're all human.

Difficult!

Are we supposed to tell them that their true protector is a vampire? A demon king?

Let's see if they resign themselves to their fate or if their faith has collapsed!

"Anyway, let's see how it goes and arrange for Hinata to have a conversation with Tempest."

"Yes."

After leaving that space, they returned to their homes.

But as soon as they returned, the vampires' innate sensitivity detected the unique "sweaty smell" in the air.

It's important to know that vampires have cold blood, almost no metabolism, and hardly sweat.

Luminas's expression turned noticeably unpleasant. She had a severe case of mysophobia, let alone such a persistent smell.

"A mouse got into my house and dirtied my palace."

"Hehe... what do you suggest we do?"

Luminas gave a cold laugh and asked a question in return.

"Your subordinate will catch this wretched rat immediately!"

"No need! I know where he is!"

The two figures vanished instantly, leaving behind an empty, ransacked palace.

......

"Oh dear, we haven't gotten any clues."

Laplace held the back of his head and whistled, seemingly in a very good mood. He was already quite far away, so he wasn't worried about being caught up with at all.

Although they didn't get any useful clues, they did find a few suspicious places, and taking advantage of the owner's absence, they became bolder.

He took all the valuables from the palace, even the artworks.

"Haha, I can go back and treat those guys to drinks, and give Clayman a surprise while I'm at it."

Just as Laplace was indulging in fantasies about being a thief, he stopped and dropped his frivolous expression.

suddenly,

The surrounding space trembled, and two figures appeared in front of him, casting cold gazes down upon him.

Laplace felt a chill run down his spine.

Oh no, as expected, one shouldn't be too greedy; they've already caught up.

It's completely over.

The vampire baron glanced at the clown below with disgust, about to speak, but then...

"I didn't do it, I didn't do it! I didn't take anything from your house, I just happened to be passing by!"

Laplace quickly waved his hand in denial, as if to say, "You're wronging me."

vampire:"....."

Alright, no need to ask, that damned thief just confessed.

Damn, this is the first time I've ever seen someone steal from the Demon King, and then they raid the place like bandits.

"Damn it!"

The vampire didn't want to waste words and directly raised his hand to unleash a blood-red disintegration wave.

"Oops, oops." Laplace muttered, but his body reacted quickly, performing a series of backflips to get out of the skill's range.

Wherever the crimson decomposition wave passes, all the medium in the air decomposes into crimson particles.

"A vampire's special ability... decomposition and assimilation?"

Laplace was a little surprised; it seemed the other party was at least a purebred vampire. Fortunately, he was quick and agile.

If that part of his body is assimilated, the other party can enslave him by virtue of their superior bloodline.

However, what bothered him a little was the girl dressed as a female slave with heterochromia behind the other party, which made him feel vaguely uneasy.

The other person's eyes were naturally cold; looking at him was like looking at... a corpse!

Laplace immediately made up his mind that he couldn't delay any longer and had to reveal some of his abilities.

call out--

Laplace instantly appeared behind the vampire, one of his hands turning black as he reached towards the heart.

"I have urgent business to attend to... so I won't be staying as a guest."

...

"Cough cough cough..." Laplace fell to the ground in a sorry state, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

He looked up at the maid with a hint of fear in his eyes, his voice trembling slightly:

"You...you are the Demon King..."

Luminas didn't say anything. She had already made a move and subdued the clown in front of her in an instant.

"What's your relationship with Clayman?"

Luminas's voice was cold, her tone as if she were scrutinizing a death row inmate.

"Hehehe... The legendary vampire queen, didn't you go to the Demon King's banquet? How come you're back so quickly?"

Laplace's tone was somewhat self-deprecating: "If only I hadn't been so greedy, I would have retreated sooner."

In that time, he would have fled long ago.

The other party's qualifications are in no way inferior to his own boss's, and besides, he didn't even know this was the other party's home!

Luminas's lips curled into a playful smile as she said lightly:

"Not going to talk? No problem. After all, I just watched a good show at the banquet, so I'm not interested in rats like you anymore."

"It's just a pity... Klayman."

Laplace tensed up; the other person seemed to have guessed something.

"He died...a rather gruesome death; his body couldn't even be found."

Laplace's pupils dilated, and his entire demeanor changed. His previously unserious manner vanished completely, replaced by a violent aura.

"You mean...Clayman is dead?"

"Hmm." Luminas smiled. It seemed her guess was right; the clown in front of her had the same aura as Clayman.

Even though the aura was very faint, she still managed to detect it.

That's... isn't that interesting?

"Who killed him?" Laplace's voice was cold. "Could you please... tell me, Your Excellency the Demon King?"

Luminas responded with disdain:

"Why should I tell you, based on your ability to conceal your true strength?"

Laplace forced himself to calm down, not letting anger cloud his judgment.

First, he must leave here alive, otherwise how can he avenge Clayman!

If he could extract more information from this demon king, he would have to demonstrate something of value that would garner attention and interest.

Laplace raised his head, looked at Luminas floating in the air, and slowly said:

"Your Majesty, would you be interested in a wager?"

"Oh, tell me the stakes."

"My life..."

Luminas became interested; she loved seeing people struggle desperately when they were in despair.

"How do we gamble?"

Laplace breathed a sigh of relief; the fact that the other party had accepted meant he still had hope.

He slowly extended his hand, pointing to the vampire beside Luminas who had attacked him, and said calmly:

"Thirty seconds..."

"I can kill him right in front of you!"

The vampire was immediately enraged and killed the demon king in front of him in thirty seconds.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Snapped--

Lumina clapped her hands together, knowing that the bet was based on the premise that she would make a move.