Chapter 189
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Chapter 189: What Does Your True Form Look Like?
Sometimes Lin Lin realizes the differences between two hundred years ago and now, for example, Safir truly intends to make her Your Majesty the Demon King.
In some ways, he will only teach himself, not the little sheep.
Although there was no intentional display and no one disagreed, Lin Lin still felt uncomfortable.
It feels a bit strange, too strange. The real Demon King should be that little sheep.
But faced with Safir and Bulwo, Lin Lin found it hard to tell the truth.
Lin Lin subtly sensed a possibility; if they knew she came from another time and space and was ready to return, perhaps they would not agree.
Safir took Lin Lin out for a tour.
The weather above Demon King Castle was cool, a refreshing cloudy day without sun. Lin Lin’s flying skills were still not very good; it consumed too much magic power, and she could only fly a short distance before needing to land, but luckily Lin Lin was stable.
Lin Lin sat on a floating magic wand, next to a blue dragon.
Flying alongside Safir saved a bit of energy, similar to a seagull flying behind a ship.
The sky was wide open, and Lin Lin flew for a while before looking down.
She didn’t have many chances to look down from the sky, especially not in the demon realm right now.
The demon realm’s environment has improved a lot compared to before, as the demon races have gradually created land for living. However, the volcanoes are still unstable, and the land is as dry as a desert, making it hard to make big progress in a short time.
Noticing Lin Lin’s gaze, the Sapphire Dragon slowly let out a low growl of the dragon race.
A sound that could be terrifying and dangerous to others automatically transformed into understandable words in Lin Lin’s mind.
Once again, Lin Lin felt grateful for the convenience brought by the contract with Your Majesty the Demon King.
"Do you want to go down and take a look?" Safir asked.
Originally, he took Lin Lin out to show her her territory.
Safir noticed Lin Lin’s indifference towards the title of "Demon King." It might be her personality, as she didn’t have much desire to change her situation; she was more accustomed to going with the flow.
Lin Lin nodded and realized that the other person might not see her actions. She opened her mouth wide and raised her voice over the sound of the wind, "Okay!"
The Sapphire Dragon flew down with a graceful movement.
"Wait for me…" Lin Lin’s flying skills were still poor, and she clumsily followed behind the Sapphire Dragon.
Lin Lin rarely had the chance to see Safir in her dragon form. When Safir returned to her familiar human form on the ground, Lin Lin let out a gentle sigh of relief.
She landed softly, swaying like a falling leaf in Safir’s sparkling blue eyes.
Safir stood with his hands behind his back, squinting at her. He seemed to have a strong opinion about her clumsy flying skills, but he didn’t spit out venom for her sake.
They landed in a barren area.
As Lin Lin’s feet touched the ground, dust stuck to her boots, "The soil here looks like it can’t grow any plants at all."
But Lin Lin clearly remembered that the demon realm two hundred years later was almost lush and green.
Although they were all plants that Lin Lin could not name, they seemed unlucky in the eyes of the ground creatures.
The young dragon slightly raised its head and looked into the distance.
Lin Lin also looked in the direction he was watching; human eyesight is quite limited, and she was used to this difference.
She was busy coughing a few times to spit out the dust she had inhaled while falling.
She now looked a bit funny, like a character from a comedy movie.
In sharp contrast to her was the tall figure of the Dragon race, who had his back turned to her.
When the dragon turned around, Lin Lin had just finished coughing and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand; she was starting to feel thirsty and wanted to drink water.
At this time, it was less than twenty minutes since they had set off.
If Safir knew she wanted to drink water, he would probably tease her with a mocking tone, and Lin Lin felt guilty and looked away.
"The black mist has not completely disappeared yet," Safir spoke up.
"What!" Lin Lin’s attention was caught by this sentence, "Shouldn’t the Small Coal Ball have sucked up all the black mist?"
Lin Lin always thought that the black mist had completely disappeared before the Red Moon vanished.
"He absorbed most of it," Safir replied, his gaze on Lin Lin, showing a hint of satisfaction that she was finally starting to worry about the future of the demon realm, "but there’s still a part… the power left by the God of Darkness cannot be completely erased."
The black mist was the leftover power of the God of Darkness, and Lin Lin was not surprised at all.
To be honest, she had considered this possibility.
Since the God of Light has golden particles, it’s not strange that the God of Darkness has black mist.
"So the Small Coal Ball absorbed so much power from the God of Darkness," Lin Lin frowned.
"Yes," Safir answered, "he is almost a fragment of a deity now."
Lin Lin remembered when Small Coal Ball entered the office of the God of Darkness, a place that had been tidied up again.
Unlike Lin Lin, Safir probably had a suspicion when Small Coal Ball began to absorb the dark mist.
"Whether he was originally a fragment of the God of Darkness or if a demon from the race with the ability to ‘devour’ changed him during the process," Sapphire Dragon said, "he is the key to restoring the demon realm to its former state."
The spell of time requires the power of a deity. Lin Lin stared at Safir, not quite sure, "Do you mean… you want the entire demon realm to go back in time?"
Safir did not answer her directly.
Lin Lin shifted her gaze from him to the vast sky behind him.
White birds flew by in the air, their feathers reflecting a soft light.
Lin Lin felt that she had been too limited before because she had truly traveled, so she always thought about one person crossing into a parallel universe and never considered the possibility of the land returning to the past without moving.
"So," Lin Lin asked, as a gentle breeze passed by her, stirring up the dust on the ground, "what will happen to Small Coal Ball?"
Safir stared at her, watching her expression.
Lin Lin didn’t want to think this way, but Safir was indeed observing her reaction with great interest.
Lin Lin was unsure if this was some kind of test, like checking if she could be a suitable Demon King.
Lin Lin wanted to give a good answer.
But there was not enough time, leaving her no chance to think.
Her mind was still stuck on that question: if the land returned to the past, what would happen to His Majesty the Lamb?
The generous Sapphire Dragon still gave her an answer.
Safir said, "He will become this land."
Oh no, Lin Lin thought.
This is really terrible.
Her face must look very bad right now.
Even the Dragon race, who always looks calm and composed, frowned.
–
"It’s great to have a human in the Demon King Castle! They can help you understand how weak and overly compassionate humans are!"
Lin Lin walked ahead with big strides. She wore shoes with heels today; even though they were low heels, they made a clear sound in the long hallway of the Demon King Castle.
"I didn’t say that," the tall Dragon race easily kept up with her pace.
Safir rarely had the experience of following someone else, and he had never chased after someone to explain things. He found that whatever he said would automatically be filtered out of Lin Lin’s mind.
All along, Lin Lin gave Safir the impression of being clever and quite good at judging situations. Now Safir had to change his opinion of her.
The young dragon reached out and grabbed Lin Lin’s shoulder, pulling her away from the hallway and around the corner.
Lin Lin was pressed against the wall, the cold wall sucking the warmth from her skin through her shirt.
The hand on her shoulder felt as cold as the wall behind her, making Lin Lin remember the first time she met Safir and teased him about the proud Dragon race.
"A living stone." Clever and confident, yet as cold and hard as a rock.
The proud Dragon race does not value the lives of other races.
Compared to the plan that could make Small Coal Ball lose his life, Safir was actually criticizing Lin Lin’s "compassion."
The height difference forced Lin Lin to look up at him; even in the shadows of the castle, the sapphire dragon’s earrings shone brightly.
"You should lower the risk," Lin Lin said with a confused look, "instead of judging my weakness."
"If I am always timid, then this Demon King Castle would find it hard to even remain standing," the young dragon said, looking down as he spoke coldly.
His gaze suddenly darkened, and the air became tense.
Lin Lin suddenly realized that she had always thought that the young dragon was easier to talk to than the adult dragon because he was young and inexperienced.
Not entirely.
It’s not all like that.
At least the young dragon had just come down from a battlefield filled with the scent of blood, while the adult dragon was already skilled at dealing with those troubles in a relaxed manner.
He preferred to use his power if needed.
A very typical character who only responds to kindness, Lin Lin told herself.
The shimmering light-type spell in her hand dimmed again, and Lin Lin lowered her voice, "I am not questioning your decision."
Staring at her, the beast’s slitted pupils narrowed, but the Sapphire Dragon did not speak.
Lin Lin lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, and instead looked at the arm he had placed on her shoulder.
After a moment of hesitation, Lin Lin gently rested her hand on his upper arm.
As a solitary type within the Dragon race, Sapphire Dragons always keep a polite distance from one another.
When hunting prey, the dragon’s teeth and claws press down on its target.
Anyone with common sense knows that touching a Dragon is a dangerous thing; Safir rarely had experience with being touched.
In the moment Lin Lin reached out, the muscles that predicted her movement became hard and tense.
But her speed was too slow; what might be just a second for a human could break down into thousands of tiny steps for a Dragon, and Safir could even see her fingertips curling up before they were about to touch his arm.
It was neither painful nor bothersome. Safir thought it was a meaningless touch.
Safir could even tell Lin Lin was sweating by her scent.
Of course she would sweat; any human would feel nervous under the pressure of a dragon, and Safir should even admit that Lin Lin was handling the situation quite well.
A damp, slightly salty scent filled the sharp air.
As a Sapphire Dragon living in a cave, Safir did not mind the dampness, but the faint salty taste made him uneasy.
Dragons do sweat, but only in extreme environments.
For example, if a ground-type dragon like the Sapphire Dragon were thrown into lava, Safir might shed a bead of sweat.
The human woman’s downcast eyes lifted slightly; she stole a glance at him, studying his expression.
Safir was very sure of every small movement of Lin Lin; he did not need words like "seemed," as he reflected every action of hers in his sapphire-like eyes.
So, he also clearly saw Lin Lin’s hand gently resting on his arm, leaving a small damp mark on his shirt.
Safir frowned slightly.
If someone rashly touched the dragon’s scales, they would have turned to ash by now.
But clearly, the human woman trapped in the shadows did not notice the real reason for his frown; even the tiny bead of sweat went unnoticed by her as she was tense.
She gently and cautiously patted Safir’s upper arm to comfort him.
Perhaps Lin Lin thought she was doing well; she was trying to soothe her.
Safir could not help but snort coldly through his nose.
However, he could clearly see the stiffness in her expression; she was forcing herself to comfort him, which might be why Lin Lin avoided making eye contact and peeked at his reaction.
Safir thought, what is she doing? Does she see him as some kind of low-intelligence, aggressive predator?
"Teacher Safir," Lin Lin spoke.
When she sought something from Safir, she was willing to call him "teacher," making their relationship seem closer.
She quietly glanced at Safir’s reaction again.
Great! The Sapphire Dragon calmly gazed at her face.
Now she had to say some silly stuff about how every life is very important.
Safir knew how humans usually preach. Even though he didn’t have much experience talking to other humans, he read books.
He knew those popular words that might be useful right now.
Then, he felt his arm tighten. The hand gripping his shirt did not let go; instead, she wrinkled his pure white shirt.
"Teacher Safir," the human woman began, "you are the strongest and smartest person I have ever met."
The Sapphire Dragon’s eyes, which seemed a bit impatient, lifted, and her thick eyelashes rose.
The dragon’s vision was so excellent that he could easily see her expression in the dim light.
She frowned slightly, showing a hint of expectation and a touch of deliberate, perhaps even pretended, admiration on her face.
Safir thought that she probably wasn’t good at overly praising others, as it made her uncomfortable.
"You must have a better way."
Oh my, she really did see him as a fool.
Did she really think that this clumsy way of flattery would work?
Were the people around her too indulgent, leading Lin Lin to have such a misunderstanding?
Safir heard loud footsteps.
The young man turned around.
Coming from a distance, getting closer, swaying unsteadily, almost walking in a careless manner, with a sense of reckless ease.
Unreliable in a familiar way.
The orca’s nose is quite useful; Bulwo definitely knows that two people are standing around the corner he is approaching.
Safir pulled back his arm from Lin Lin’s shoulder and looked coldly out the window, as the dark sky was about to be swallowed by night.
Lin Lin’s gaze fell on him.
"I’ll think about it some more."
Safir replied.
–
Lin Lin is training the demon race boys.
Although this scene looks a bit strange.
Usually, it is Safir who trains and teaches them. Lin Lin and Small Coal Ball are two completely different types of energy, and they usually do not train together.
Their opposing powers double the damage when they attack each other.
The young demon stood confused and clueless in front of Lin Lin, as the black mist, which could move freely like arms, automatically parted away from her when getting closer, not even forming into a dark shape.
"You can’t do this," Lin Lin said with her hands on her hips. "You need to fight back and avoid anyone who could threaten you!"
The young demon showed a confused but slightly pleasing smile.
Even though he did not understand what Lin Lin was thinking, his instincts made him display the most heart-tugging expression.
A light-type missile brushed past his cheek, leaving a faint red mark.
Lin Lin put away her magic wand and looked a bit helpless.
The young demon assumed the training was over and happily rushed to her side, hugging her arm.
"You should be more careful, like there might be sudden spells that could take your life… or something like that," Lin Lin was already trying hard.
She certainly knew that everything was not as bad as she imagined, after all, two hundred years later, this sheep was not only alive but also full of energy.
She really was not good at keeping secrets and should be the kind of fool who knows nothing.
Lin Lin sighed softly, her gaze shifting to the face of the young demon.
He looked just like a boy, with a slight fuzz on his face, appearing like an inexperienced human boy.
The humanoid form of the demon race is transformed; they have a non-human body, which is their true form.
The form of the Demon King is certainly beautiful; Lin Lin has a human sense of beauty, but what did his true form look like?
Safir had said that the fluffy appearance during the Small Coal Ball period was a mimicry, a species trait meant to make them appear cute and harmless to increase their chances of survival.
Out of a hundred monsters, eighty look like fluffy little balls during their cub stage.
Lin Lin reached out and gently ran her fingers through the long hair of the demon boy. The cool strands slid between her fingers, and Lin Lin felt a little envious that his hair could be both curly and soft at the same time.
Even though it seemed like he spent half an hour every day taking care of his long hair.
The demon boy nuzzled her palm in perfect agreement.
"What does your true form look like?" Lin Lin asked, very curious. "Can you show me?"
The boy, who was being petted, froze for a moment.
"It’s very cute," the boy said softly.
After saying this, his expression suddenly became determined, as if he wanted to engrave it in his mind, "I am very cute."
Lin Lin: …That sounds very hard to believe.
