Chapter 108

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Chapter 108: The Mark Disappeared

It was a wonderful feeling.

After Lin Lin interacted with the villagers using her original look with black hair, she could feel that the way people treated her when she disguised herself as a half-human with red eyes was actually quite different.

People tend to be kinder towards humans, especially in remote areas.

Their thinking is quite simple; the black-haired witch is scary and dangerous, so they should stay away. However, the light-type witch believes in the God of Light, so she is a good person. Also, witches are special humans.

After confirming the witch’s belief in the God of Light, the villagers who were once thought to be a bit stubborn began to approach her with kind and curious hearts.

Is this the benefit of the Light Camp? Lin Lin felt mixed emotions.

In the beginning, Safir asked Lin Lin if humans naturally longed for the Light Camp and what her purpose was for coming to the Demon King Castle.

At that time, Lin Lin didn’t understand much, but now she vaguely sensed what the factions meant.

The humans in the Demon King Castle were indeed lonely humans who had separated from their groups.

Coming to such a poignant conclusion, Lin Lin was truly busy revealing the light-type magic wand that was originally hidden under her cloak, accepting the admiring gazes of the children.

Look! Be envious! This beautiful sister, who has both beauty and strength, is a rare light-type mage!

After Lin Lin’s body shrank, her brain seemed to shrink in strategy too, fitting her age perfectly.

After wandering around most of the village, David couldn’t help but remind Lin Lin, "Isn’t your magic still not activated?"

Although the angels said that very talented people must have great strength, her power hasn’t been awakened yet! What is she bragging about!

"It’s okay," Lin Lin said confidently, shining with enthusiasm, "I will definitely activate it soon."

"Maybe not," David deliberately tried to dampen her spirits, "Most people awaken at about thirteen or fourteen years old. If you activate it after that age, it will really affect your magic skills, and the spell’s effectiveness will greatly decrease."

Lin Lin was shocked! Is that true?

Are her half-baked spells because she’s too old?

Lin Lin, who had always felt very young in Demon King Castle, was facing her first blow from her age.

Yes, when I think about it carefully, whether it is Hogwarts or magical girls, the main characters have already accomplished great things in their youth! Even in comics and novels where characters travel to another world, the female lead is usually a high school girl.

Is it really like this? Her body is already going downhill! It is not enough to unleash all her strength!

Upon receiving this news, Lin Lin slowly put away her magic wand and began to feel unhappy.

David: …

David wondered if girls of this age were always so emotional. As the younger brother in the family, he grew up under his sister’s teaching and scolding, so he just had to accept it and had never faced such a tricky situation.

The group pulled back a cart full of ingredients borrowed from the villagers, and the Paladins were very happy because they could finally eat regular food.

Amidst the cheering crowd, David adjusted his glasses and saw Lin Lin absentmindedly carrying a bag of carrots.

The separated bags of carrots were heavy for her, and the moment she lifted one, her back bent.

A knight took the carrot from Lin Lin’s hands, and then another knight lifted her waist and moved her away from the crowd, like lifting a wooden post.

From the moment it was lifted to when it was set down, Lin Lin was in a daze the whole time.

David felt much better right away; after all, compared to most of the fools in the knight’s team, he was quite thoughtful.

Soon, his sense of achievement was interrupted.

Because Norman, who walked out of the lounge, simply glanced at the girl in the corner and asked him casually, "Is Lin feeling down? Did something upset her?"

David shot a look at Norman, wondering why he specifically asked about that girl; it really showed how observant he was and how he cared because he had a lovely little sister.

"What? I don’t know," David replied calmly, "Why don’t you use your smart brain to think of a reason? I’m sure you can figure it out."

Norman gave David a strange look; although he often made jokes, it was rare for him to show such subtle defiance.

Norman said, "Did you upset her?"

David: … I really should shut up. Why did I say something unnecessary?

David said, "She will definitely hold a grudge against me. She has had a cold face for a long time."

"No, she won’t," Norman said. "She will forget soon, especially when she sees friends her own age. She will only care about being happy."

Now it was David’s turn to hesitate. "Do you think she will go to school?"

There is no need to mention the name of the school because there is only one school for magicians, and that is the Soma Magic School, located in the heart of the human city, San Marco City.

Most of the magicians in the sanctuary, as well as some independent magicians, graduated from the Soma Magic School.

They enroll in their teens, receive four years of education, and upon graduation, they can choose their own path.

Like the selection of apprentices for the temple, talented children are very rare, and the school only admits a new batch of students every two years.

In fact, David secretly believed that it is very difficult for talented children from faraway places to truly come to the Soma School, even though local churches strongly recommend it. Children at this age may not want to leave their hometowns.

Before David entered the school, his parents thought he could just work as a baker locally, but it was his sister, waving a rolling pin, who pushed him to quickly sign up at the church.

"Not necessarily," Norman shook his head as he answered David’s question, "but she will definitely meet this year’s new students."

David looked up slightly, "Speaking of this year’s new students, I really want to meet that Holy Maiden."

It is said that the Holy Maiden has already been found by the other knights. The knights have only two purposes for going out: one is to clear out the crazed monsters, and the other is to search for the Holy Maiden.

David looked up and saw that the golden-haired Holy Knight Commander did not comment on his feelings.

Nolan’s expression was even somewhat serious.

–

"At what age did you awaken your magic?" Lin Lin pushed open the door to the room and asked Caligo.

She saw Caligo’s back, and he turned around when he heard her speak.

Caligo had already changed into a new set of clothes, but the smallest shirt from the knights was still a bit big for him, so he rolled up the sleeves.

Lin Lin whistled.

Caligo usually wore wizard robes, both black and white, but now he looked more energetic in a shirt and dress pants with his hair neatly tied back.

Caligo blushed and recalled, "Twelve years old?"

Ah… I should have known, there are only 0.005% of geniuses in the world, and they are all around me, right? Lin Lin was too tired to complain.

Where are those ordinary wizards? She really needed some people at her level to relax with!

The courtyard prepared by the villagers for the Paladin group did not have enough bedrooms, so most knights just found a wooden board to clean off and made do in the hall or storage room; after all, it was much better than sleeping in the forest.

Lin Lin and Caligo were assigned to a room with a pair of twins, which had two single beds.

Lin Lin sat on one of the beds, swinging her legs and starting to think about whether her magical power was really lacking.

Fortunately, Caligo gave her positive feedback, "In fact, you are amazing. You hurt the angel with a light-type spell."

Caligo even thought that if Lin Lin were in the sanctuary, she should be able to become a priestess. But he couldn’t tell her this, partly because it was just a guess and partly because it seemed a bit like betraying the Demon King Castle.

However, Caligo already sensed that Lin Lin did not seem as eager to return to the Demon King Castle as he had imagined.

She was exploring this world.

Perhaps this is the joy that comes from a soul from another world; everything is new and exciting.

Caligo opened his hand, and Lin Lin was immediately drawn to his movement, curious about what he held.

"The temple’s emblem?" Lin Lin recognized it because Norman had worn one on his chest. "How do you have this? Did you steal it from under Norman’s nose?"

Lin Lin spoke in a tone of sheer amazement and excitement; she had been influenced by some of Felix’s bad ideas.

Caligo felt that according to Lin Lin’s current moral views, it would be hard for her to truly survive in the temple. She should return to the Demon King Castle.

"He gave it to me," Caligo said. "The emblem blessed by the God of Light has protective powers; it can ease pain."

Lin Lin nodded her head.

Caligo said, "Here, you can have it."

Lin Lin looked confused and said, "I don’t have any wounds!"

"It has a protective function," Caligo repeated, "Like me, you have made a deal with the devil. Even though your body has changed, the mark on your soul cannot be changed. If you are attacked, and the dark power helps you, it will reveal you."

"Never mind," Lin Lin pushed Caligo’s outstretched hand away and sent the badge back to him. "I don’t need that."

It was not that Lin Lin was confident she would not get hurt; she just simply thought that in a crucial moment, she would easily forget about this thing or how to use it.

Lin Lin was fully aware of her tendency to mess things up.

In the evening, a rich smell of meat wafted in from the kitchen.

Unexpectedly… David was the good cook.

"The meat we have is not enough, so we can only make soup," David said as he saw Lin Lin enter the kitchen. He took off his glasses to prevent the steam from fogging up the lenses.

"How can you do everything?" Lin Lin leaned closer to the big pot and saw the pieces of vegetables simmering inside.

In that moment, Lin Lin remembered the stew she ate every day at the Demon King Castle.

"It’s not that I can do everything," David said modestly about this, "but someone has to do it."

Even though Lin Lin had never asked David about his family situation, she already understood his difficult family background from the little details.

At the same time, David was quietly observing Lin Lin’s expression.

Without his glasses, everything looked very blurry to him, but he vaguely sensed that Lin Lin’s mood had returned to normal.

David coughed and said, "Not all kids awaken at the age of fourteen."

This was also an apology for his earlier cold remarks, "In our class, there were also students who were eighteen and went to school with us."

Lin Lin, "Wow, that sounds really hard. If your grades are not good, there must be a lot of pressure, right?"

Lin Lin naturally put herself in the shoes of a mature apprentice.

"Not really," David shook his head, "Besides humans, there are beast humans and dwarves in the school, and it is even harder to judge their ages."

Lin Lin suddenly remembered Miss Sharon, Norman’s sister, and the school’s joke about "guaranteeing that every student survives."

Just from this sentence, you can basically tell what the school’s atmosphere is like.

Every student who successfully graduates has to work very hard.

–

When Felix was called to the Demon King’s office, the Dark Elf had some complaints.

He had just finished weeding Lin Lin’s mystery flower pots.

"I am not on duty this week," Felix, as a great employee of the Demon King Castle, sometimes has his own little moods.

However, when he saw Your Majesty the Demon King’s serious expression, Felix roughly understood why he had come, "Is it about Lin again? She still hasn’t returned, but it takes me a week to travel to the Dark Forest."

"Do you think Lin Lin would go to the Dark Forest for fun?" Your Majesty the Demon King looked at him, resting his chin in thought, "She usually gets drunk in the human city and then sneaks back before work the next morning."

"Wow," Felix said in surprise, "I thought Lin had quite a good tolerance for alcohol."

That guy even won a gold medal in a beer competition.

Although today was the second day Lin Lin was out, Felix had to admit that the Demon King’s worries were necessary.

"Don’t you have a contract?" the Dark Elf asked, "How is she doing now?"

"She should be relatively safe," Your Majesty the Demon King said with a slight frown, feeling a bit troubled, "But I can’t sense the details."

"I will go see where she went," Felix snapped his fingers; he was quite good at tracking clues, "But didn’t we say before that Lin might be in love?"

"So you know how to deal with that man, right?" spoke Your Majesty the Demon King.

Felix stared at the face of Your Majesty the Demon King for two seconds, then he showed a smile, a cruel and confident smile belonging to the Dark Elf clan, "As you command, Your Majesty the Demon King."

Tracking Lin Lin’s footsteps was very easy for Felix.

Lin Lin showed no intention of hiding her tracks at all; even after a day, her trail was still quite clear.

The Dark Elf in the cloak moved through the forest in front of Demon King Castle, easily finding the location of the magic circle by following Lin Lin’s steps.

Felix was not surprised by this; they had indeed set up a teleportation circle to make it convenient for Lin Lin to travel.

However, he could not remember who exactly set up the magic circle; Dark Elves usually worked alone and did not enjoy using subordinates like others did.

Crouching down, Felix reached out to touch the magic circle, reading the information within it.

Surprisingly, the teleportation circle was broken.

Felix did not set up the teleportation circle; he lifted his head and began to remember who had created this circle.

Then he saw a group of owls standing in the treetops.

The owls looked down at him and made low hooting sounds.

Felix’s dark fingers traced the remaining marks of the magic circle, and he suddenly remembered which little rascal had made this thing.

Although some time was wasted, the Dark Elf still found the Dark Mage’s lair.

A barrier surrounded the mage’s wooden house, making it hard for passersby to notice the house’s existence.

As Felix entered the barrier, a flock of owls took flight, swooping towards the Dark Elf and attacking him with their claws and beaks.

"Damn it!" Felix covered his face with his cloak; he remembered the bats in the Dark Elf’s lair, which were not very friendly creatures.

Then he threw a paralysis potion into the air, causing round, well-fed owls to fall to the ground, unable to move.

After seeing Felix’s skills, the owls that had originally planned to attack him flew up to higher branches, watching him carefully.

Felix saw that the teleportation circle at the Dark Mage’s door had also failed.

He was feeling a bit down; the Demon King’s worries were correct.

The door of the wooden cabin was not a problem for Felix. He took off his earring, used the sharp silver pin to poke into the keyhole, and easily pushed the door open.

The room was filled with books.

It was not surprising; owls are symbols of wisdom, and it makes perfect sense that people who like to keep them have a desire for knowledge.

Felix bent down to enter the door to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe; his long arms and legs felt a bit cramped in this crowded house.

He saw a star chart hanging on the wall and a squeaking little white mouse.

The Dark Elf kicked the cage, making the little white mouse squeak even more.

Felix began to understand the owner of the wooden house, who was eager for knowledge, had many interests, and even used animals for experiments.

The Dark Elf, who was indifferent to life, did not condemn the Dark Mage’s cruel experiments; he only thought of the missing Lin Lin, which made Felix feel even worse.

A thick notebook lay open on the table, recording the Dark Mage’s experiments.

Felix looked down and saw what was written in the notebook.

The Dark Mage planned to bring some monster eggs from the Old Demon Realm to study whether the creatures born there were uncontrollable from the moment they hatched.

The Dark Elf curled his lip; he really did not want to go there.

In the Dark Elf’s opinion, the Old Demon Realm was not a good place.

–

The sun slowly set, casting an orange-red light on the roof; the Demon King Castle was built from huge gray stones, and the massive building looked like a sleeping dragon.

The returning birds flew across the sky. If someone watched closely, they would see the birds circle around a blank area, as if there was a figure there that they needed to avoid.

At the place where light bends, clever little tricks to deceive the eye are being used.

The huge gray wings slightly fold, and the golden-haired angel looks towards the sun.

The sunlight in the demon realm is seen as not blessed by the God of Light, but it still brings a warm and quiet feeling.

Fallen Angel Twanasha reaches out to catch a ray of sunlight, which holds no light power; catching the light is just his instinct.

Peaceful and silent, there are no countless prayers echoing in his ears from the statue of the God of Light.

Twanasha was created to communicate with humans, with the God of Light embedding a fondness for humanity in their being.

However, Twanasha does not feel love when facing humans; perhaps he is an emotionless angel.

The God of Light loves lively beings with creativity and endless desires, though their lives are short.

To maintain the balance of the world, the long-lived beings were given coldness, while the shorter-lived species longed to burn their lives away.

Twanasha was different from other angels from the beginning; he did not love his work and treated it carelessly.

Everything was a mechanical process: choosing sincere believers, listening to their prayers, and bestowing the light of blessing.

Most of the time, people saw the figure of an angel in their dreams.

The pure white wings would slightly fold in, and the chosen sincere believers would tremble and kneel down, waiting for his blessing or guidance.

Twanasha was an angel who was not good at teaching, so he mostly gave blessings. He would place his hand on the believer’s head and give them what they desired.

Some wanted wealth, some wanted beauty, some wanted power, some wanted long lives, and some wanted health.

Most of the time, Twanasha tried his best to meet their requests within limits.

Believers became the image they imagined, and then they were consumed by greater desires, feeling stronger new wishes.

These wishes may be fulfilled, or they may not be fulfilled. Humans driven by desire take away their faith to believe in new gods.

In a world without the rule of the God of Darkness, faith in the God of Light is no longer a necessary choice.

Humans begin to worship money, power, and art, and the strength of their beliefs creates new gods that share power with the God of Light.

Twanasha watched the believers leave; they might come back after a while, but that was not why he felt the noise around him.

Humans are such beings; you cannot only see the good side of desire and dislike its flaws. Twanasha understood this truth from the moment he was created.

Twanasha felt that the noisy times happened to be some of his rare moments of peace.

When angels visit dreams, they can only hear the voice of the dream owner.

Twanasha entered an old woman’s dream.

She was an elderly woman with silver-white hair, wearing a clean, rough cloth dress, her deep blue eyes had turned hazy, and the corners of her eyes were creased by time.

"So, what is your wish?" Twanasha gently touched his head.

Health? Long life? Blessings for your descendants?

The more sincere and strong the wish, the more likely it is to be chosen by the angel.

"I would like you to see the flowers I grew," the old man spoke.

Twanasha raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Years ago, you granted me the skill to take care of flowers. I opened a shop, got married, had children, and lived a wonderful life. I am very happy," the old man said. "I would like you to see my flower field."

Twanasha was very sure that she had not given the old man any special talents, and there were no traces of other angels on her.

Perhaps, when she was young, she had a true dream about angels, and everything she achieved, she created with her own hands.

At that moment, Twanasha even wished that she had asked for wealth or a long life—things that he could give.

But there was nothing; she wanted to return it.

Twanasha shattered the dream, and in real life, the old man leaned against the head of the bed, unable to rise. She was thin and frail in the small, cozy bedroom, with the curtains open and fields of golden flowers outside.

The old man looked up and saw the face of an angel among humans.

"It is golden…" the old man said, "I am not mistaken; it has golden eyes."

Twanasha looked down at the aging and weak human.

She had closed her eyes, and her breathing had stopped.

When a true believer departed, the angel suddenly realized that he loved humanity.

Love and loneliness surged together.

Twanasha reached out, leaving a golden bouquet by her pillow.

He first learned to feel sadness, and only then did he understand love.

This job became hard to keep.

As the memories ended, the sun over Demon King Castle had set, and darkness covered the entire demon realm.

In the quiet night, Twanasha rarely heard a voice in his mind.

The voice did not come from a human, but from the master of the demon realm.

The current Demon King is a very kind and forgiving leader. Twanasha clearly knew that without the other’s permission, he could not enter this area protected by the magic of the Demon King himself.

Leaping from the roof, Twanasha flew down to the windowsill and saw the Demon King standing there.

He met the violet eyes of Your Majesty the Demon King. This was their first official meeting.

Twanasha did not intend to kneel before the Demon King, and the other party seemed indifferent.

The demon was surrounded by darkness, and its power twisted the air, creating strange black lines.

Thick black lines twisted around the young man, nearly hiding his face, leaving only a pair of shining purple eyes, while the ground trembled slightly.

The creatures in the forest made uneasy sounds.

"The mark has vanished," Your Majesty the Demon King said calmly, "Did you do this?"