Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The demon man's cold expression remained unchanged; all his emotions were perfectly concealed.

But the expressions of the surrounding residents and soldiers changed rapidly.

After the initial shock and fear came another, more turbulent emotion.

The anger of being deceived.

"Liar! Liar!"

Someone in the crowd shouted it out first.

"Those pitiful words you just said...were they all made up, right?!"

"They sneaked in to gain sympathy!"

"The Demon Prince's heir... Good heavens, we almost believed it!"

The discussions grew louder, and the gazes shifted from fear to naked disgust and accusation.

It was as if all of Xia's heartfelt words had just been a carefully crafted lie.

Shea looked at those faces that had suddenly become unfamiliar and hideous.

They were mostly just powerless commoners.

But the rejection and malice in those eyes were sharper than swords.

It gave her a chilling, almost suffocating sense of panic.

She instinctively stepped back, her bloodshot eyes filled with confusion and hurt.

Just then.

A hand reached out from the side, firmly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back.

A black figure dressed in an old gray robe stepped forward and stood firmly in front of her.

It blocked all the malicious glances directed at it.

Lin Gui raised his head, his eyebrows arched, but there was no smile on his face.

His gaze swept across the crowd, his voice not loud, yet clearly drowning out all the noise:

"What scammer?!"

"Are your ears just for decoration?!"

He pointed to Shia behind him.

"When did she ever say she wasn't a descendant of the Demon King?!"

"From beginning to end, she only talked about 'half-elves' and her experience of being banished!"

"Which statement is false?!"

The crowd fell silent, stunned by the sudden, stern question.

Before they could react, Lin Gui suddenly pointed towards the city center.

The enormous demon king pillar that faintly emitted a light and supported the barrier.

"And even if he's the offspring of a demon prince, so what?!"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a sharp sarcasm.

"Ask yourselves honestly."

"You can now stand here safely!"

"To be able to sleep, grow vegetables, and live a normal life amidst this hellish corridor of wailing demons!"

"Who are they relying on?!"

His finger was fixedly pointed at the Demon King Pillar.

"Did you rely on yourselves?!"

"fart!"

"It's thanks to that pillar!"

"It's because it gives that pillar its power—"

"Demon King!"

"He's the absolute evil villain in every storybook!"

"He's a human-skinned demon, known to everyone outside!"

Immediately, someone in the crowd blushed and couldn't help but retort, sticking out their neck:

"That's different!!"

"Lord Guxin... he's a good demon king!"

"He protected us! He gave us Avalon!"

These words seemed to ignite some kind of emotion.

The surrounding residents became excited and chimed in with their own opinions:

"Yes! Lord Guxin is different!"

"He has never hurt anyone!"

"He is our guardian!"

Their eyes held an undisguised love and protection for the "Guxin Demon King".

It was as if that was the cornerstone of their faith, beyond question.

That's exactly what Lin Gui was waiting for.

Instead of being deterred by the surging voices of defense, he stepped forward.

His sharp grey eyes swept over every excited face, and his voice suddenly rose, drowning out the noise:

"Oh?"

"Is Gusin a 'good demon king'?"

"So, among demon lords, there can be 'good' ones, right?"

He turned around abruptly and pointed again at Shia, who was standing behind him and had a pale face.

"Then she—"

"Why can't he be a 'good' demon prince?!"

His question was like a cold awl, piercing deep into the logic he had just presented.

"Just because you know Gu Xin, but not her?"

"Just because her bloodline comes from another demon king you don't know?"

"So her suffering was fake, her experiences were fabricated, and she deserves to be stared at like a monster?!"

Lin Gui's voice was not loud, but every word was clear, carrying a cold sarcasm.

"you……"

"And those outside who drove her away and scorned her..."

"Nothing's different."

"Avalon, a place of equality and non-discrimination!"

"The so-called Garden of Eden described by Uncle Roger!"

"It's nothing but a joke!"

Lin Gui's voice was like a knife chilled to the bone.

Each word, each phrase, swept fiercely through the silent streets.

These words left everyone speechless.

Many residents looked ashamed, their eyes darting away, and their grip on their weapons loosened.

Avalon is a land of freedom, free from discrimination and class distinctions, a source of pride for its people.

But now it's being spoken of so harshly by an outsider.

Most importantly, they didn't know how to refute it for a moment.

The demon man narrowed his blood-red eyes slightly, staring intently at Lin Gui.

"you……"

The coldness in his voice faded somewhat, replaced by a hint of scrutiny.

"Do you know Roger?"

Lin Gui chuckled inwardly.

Hooked.

Did he really expect his vehement questioning just now to evoke shame in these residents and then make them accept Shia?

How could that be?

His target from the very beginning was this demon man in front of him who clearly had a voice.

Lin Gui's face remained expressionless, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather:

"right."

"He is my uncle."

He paused, then added.

"Darling."

"To be precise, he is the eldest son of my father Erwin's brother, my blood relative."

"Our family has been searching for him for many years."

"This time I've come out to gain experience, following the clues he left behind back then..."

"We finally found this place, Avalon."

The demon man opposite him frowned even more deeply, clearly not so easily convinced.

Several longtime residents who knew Rogge also showed expressions of suspicion.

"Where's the evidence?"

The demon man said coldly.

"Rogge has never mentioned that he has any nephews outside."

Lin Gui seemed to have expected this, and calmly began to recount a series of things about Roger.

"Ten years ago, before Uncle Roger disappeared."

"He was the former vice-commander of the Seventh Knights of the Carter Kingdom."

"Skilled in the sword technique 'Dawn's Light'."

"He has an old scar on the web of his left hand, left from a mistake he made while practicing swordsmanship when he was young."

"He sleeps on his right side and needs to hold something to feel sound asleep."

"His favorite bread is the honey and nut bread from the 'Maixiang' bakery in the old alley of the capital's working-class district."

"But he is the face of the family, and the family will not allow him to set foot in the commoners' area."

"So, he would often secretly ask me to buy him honey and nut bread."

"Finally, at the family dinner, those elaborately prepared so-called aristocratic breads were replaced."

"He'll look for the mark I made and get the bread."

"This is also a little secret between us."

Lin Gui spoke steadily, addressing each point one by one.

Most of this information comes from Far's account.

Lin Gui almost adopts Fal's perspective, telling the story behind a glamorous genius.

With each statement he made, the demon man's expression changed.

The doubts on the faces of the long-time residents who were very familiar with Rogge gradually turned into surprise.

Because of these details, especially those personal habits and little things...

It's impossible for an outsider to know so clearly.

Lin Gui finally stopped and looked at the demon man.

"Do I need to continue?"

The demon man remained silent for a long time.

Blood-red eyes scanned Lin Gui's face, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of his words.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his tone complex:

"you……"

"What's your name?"

Lin Gui answered in a very serious tone:

"Fal Irwin".

Shia's eyes widened, a hint of surprise flashing in her blood-red eyes, before her lips twitched involuntarily.

Eve turned her head slightly and covered her lips with her sleeve.

His shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

He was afraid that his reaction might give Lin Gui's flawless performance the slightest flaw.