Chapter 191
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Chapter 191: Two Hundred Years Later
Lin Lin thought about many ways her secrets could be discovered, but she never imagined… someone could read her mind directly.
Twanasha always acted indifferent and half-dead, so when Lin Lin chased after him and he found her annoying, she felt a great sense of achievement.
How should I put it? Once she discovered a coworker who was even more apathetic than herself, Lin Lin felt a sudden burst of cheerfulness.
Although it might not be Twanasha’s intention, being near him gave Lin Lin a relaxing feeling of laziness without guilt.
Lin Lin secretly lay on the rooftop soaking up the sun, while Twanasha, who had disturbed her countless times, sat beside her, crossing his legs and giving a deep sigh.
Soaking up the sun was very comfortable, making her feel all lazy and carefree.
The sunlight shone directly on her face, warming her cheeks, and Lin Lin reached out to block the overly hot rays.
It didn’t work well; the sunlight wouldn’t avoid her cheeks.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept across her face, bringing a coolness that made the eyelids of Lin Lin, who had trouble opening her eyes, squint slightly.
The azure sky and light gray wings seemed to hold the warm scent of feather pillows.
Twanasha spread her wings to block a small part of the sunlight for her.
When Lin Lin opened her eyes, the other person was not looking at her. It wasn’t until she realized that Twanasha was shielding her from the light that the angel with pale golden eyes turned her head to look at her, as if her calm expression was asking if there was anything else she needed.
There was nothing important to say; after all, she was completely relaxed right now. Ever since she secretly checked Safir’s progress, he had placed a spell of restriction on her in his office.
The wicked Sapphire Dragon! He never taught her this spell when he was teaching magic, clearly protecting himself from her and Your Majesty the Demon King!
Although Safir’s caution was indeed necessary, Lin Lin quietly noted this grudge down in her little book.
This book was useless; it simply recorded the people Lin Lin could not afford to mess with.
Other than making Lin Lin reflect on her own helplessness late at night, it served no purpose.
Everything was so boring; she couldn’t do anything at all. Lin Lin even thought about asking Safir to finish that spell faster instead of worrying about its progress every day.
Well, I do feel a bit sorry for the little lamb, Your Majesty.
But when an indestructible time bomb keeps appearing somewhere, Lin Lin believed many people would think it would be better to just destroy it right away.
"Is there no other way?" came the cold voice of a young man.
"No, I can’t think of any other way," Lin Lin finally opened her eyes. She didn’t know much about this part of history; she should have read more history books about Demon King Castle.
But who would think they could travel through time, anyway?
Lin Lin lazily opened her eyes and stared at the fluffy feathers inside Twanasha’s wings. The feathers on the inside of his wings looked even fluffier and whiter.
Suddenly, Lin Lin paused, jumped up from where she was lying, and looked at Twanasha, "What is the way?"
The two of them locked eyes.
Twanasha blinked in surprise at Lin Lin’s sudden movements, and he responded clearly, "What do you mean, what plan?"
"Don’t pretend to be confused!" Lin Lin leaned closer to Twanasha, looking at him with suspicion, "I haven’t told you any plans at all!"
"Oh," Twanasha replied with a calm expression, even when Lin Lin looked at him doubtfully, "Your thoughts are so strong that when I get near you, it’s like being covered in thick worry; I can’t pretend I don’t hear it."
Lin Lin covered her face, "What can you even hear?"
Fallen Angel kindly asked, "Is it about the Demon King Castle two hundred years from now, or how to protect the boy who should be the Demon King from the demon race?"
Good, he knows all the important things.
Lin Lin slowly covered her face, wishing she hadn’t been so eager to be close to him.
Just thinking about how she always crowded around Twanasha, only for him to hear everything in her mind, made Lin Lin wish she could disappear into the ground and never come out.
After a few seconds, Lin Lin felt the light around her being blocked.
The Fallen Angel hesitated and cautiously spread her wings to shield her sides, blocking most of the possible views of her.
"Can you hear that too?" Lin Lin couldn’t help but raise her voice.
Although the other person meant well, such a thoughtful action undoubtedly brought new despair to Lin Lin.
"I didn’t hear anything," Twanasha glanced at Lin Lin, speaking only by looking at her expression, making Lin Lin wonder if this honest angel was trying to sweeten the situation, "I just sensed your emotions."
A rather frightening empathic angel; is this the power of an experienced customer service representative?
Both of them shared a brief silence.
Lin Lin’s feeling of shame had not yet faded; she was forcing herself not to think about anything, hoping to prevent her thoughts from laying bare in front of Twanasha once more.
Knowing that Twanasha came to the demon realm for peace, Lin Lin guessed that Twanasha could not turn off her ability to hear others’ wishes, and hearing her desire was not Twanasha’s intention.
It’s best to move quickly, Lin Lin made that decision.
Her expression and actions of fleeing were very clear, even without listening to her wishes.
Lin Lin was in a hurry, making a sharp contrast with the quiet angel sitting beside her.
Twanasha watched as Lin Lin tidied up the blanket spread on the floor and tightened the water cup, then he looked up at the sky.
He did not understand what Lin Lin was anxious about.
"You should not feel ashamed," the Fallen Angel slowly said after Lin Lin finished tidying up.
Lin Lin turned back, the warmth on her face still there, "It’s easy for you to say because no one will burst into your mind and read your thoughts out loud."
She felt a bit angry, but she didn’t know who to be mad at.
"I won’t read your thoughts," the Fallen Angel explained, "You shouldn’t see me as a person; you should see me as a tool."
Humans easily fall into illusions, Twanasha thought.
They kneel before the angel, pray to the angel, and even hope the angel will favor them. Twanasha can only say this is an optimistic thought.
Because they look similar, humans see angels as creatures like themselves, believing angels have similar thoughts and feelings.
Unfortunately, the angel before them is not a "creature." Angels are created by the God of Light to serve as a bridge between Him and this world.
The divine favors humans, so they made angels resemble humans.
Besides this, angels and humans are not the same; compared to humans, they are even more similar to the divine, as they are extensions of the divine’s arms.
They are pure tools.
Lin Lin hasn’t heard such a bold statement in a long time; the last time someone in Demon King Castle said, "I won’t be human anymore," they were just emphasizing their own race, declaring they were born to be troublemakers.
At least they saw themselves as living beings, while Twanasha viewed herself as a cold, lifeless tool.
"You won’t feel ashamed for holding a magic wand," Twanasha looks up, her golden lashes turning toward Lin Lin.
Lin Lin showed a strange expression as she stared at Twanasha.
She gazed at the calm and peaceful face of the long-haired angel.
Fallen Angel nearly forgot about the magic wand; her awakened light-type power began to appear after touching the angel’s magic wand in front of her.
He once played the role of a cold statue.
Lin Lin had hidden in the statue’s embrace to escape attacks from dark creatures. She had curiously touched the statue’s arms and face again and again, confirming it was not a living being.
The feeling of shame grew stronger, with a desperate awkward memory swirling above her head.
Could this be the turning points of her life?
Facing those indifferent golden eyes.
"How could you possibly be a tool!" Lin Lin blurted out.
"The magic wand does not care whether I have been sunburned or how I feel."
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Sometimes Lin Lin reflects on her rashness; for example, how could she sit in the Demon King’s seat and still treat everyone equally?
Looking back at the unpopularity of His Majesty the Lamb two hundred years later, Lin Lin even starts to doubt if being the "Demon King" carries bad luck itself.
The only thing that surrounds her with enthusiasm is trouble itself, which seems eager to be her accessory.
"Lin! Lin!" The boy has learned to show his anxious expression correctly, and he finds that this pitiful look makes it easier to achieve his goals.
After finishing a day’s work, Lin Lin holds documents in her arms, pretending not to hear the boy’s words.
You have no idea! The work I am holding is what you should have done! Tears stream down Lin Lin’s heart like a wide ocean.
I don’t want to be the Demon King anymore; I am not happy at all!
In comparison, the one who was supposed to be the Demon King looked much healthier and livelier!
The demon boy did not think Lin Lin was purposely not hearing him; he just felt his voice wasn’t loud enough and that humans had poor hearing.
After calling out to Lin Lin twice loudly, the boy squeezed next to her and shouted her name in her ear.
Lin Lin had to stop and look at him again, "What’s wrong?"
"I saw the prophecy!" the demon boy said happily, looking at Lin Lin, "I will be very happy in the future!"
Bulwo had recently learned about Tarot cards from somewhere and, with his limited skills, was giving readings to others. Lin Lin had already received the evaluation of "career luck rising" from Bulwo.
At that time, Bulwo was quite surprised; since Lin Lin was already the Demon King, there shouldn’t be any room for further improvement.
"Yeah," Lin Lin replied dismissively, "your luck with the cards is always very good."
The boy always drew good cards from Bulwo, and at first, Lin Lin thought he was cheating, but then she realized that this guy truly had surprisingly good luck, enough to win first prize with his eyes closed.
"Not that one! Not that one!" The boy stood on his tiptoes, pressing his face close to Lin Lin’s, protesting her indifferent expression and her gaze looking elsewhere.
A sweet, cake-like smell rushed towards Lin Lin, and she easily guessed that he had snuck down to the first floor for a snack during work.
"It’s a prophecy from the office," the demon boy emphasized.
Lin Lin turned her head to meet the boy’s clear violet eyes.
The only place Lin Lin could think of that combined "office" and "prophecy" was the divine room she hadn’t entered much since she cleaned it.
Lin Lin had to admit that fate was interesting; even though in this world she was the one with the power to enter that room as the Demon King, the boy in front of her seemed able to uncover more secrets.
"How can you be so sure you will be happy in the future?" Lin Lin asked him.
Although you do seem to be living quite happily.
Lin Lin thought that one of the reasons Your Majesty the Demon King lived joyfully was Safir, who was still alive.
He should thank Safir for being a long-lived and strong-willed Dragon.
Lin Lin felt she had asked a very ordinary question, but the boy in front of her suddenly became nervous.
His hand naturally rested on Lin Lin’s small arm. Although they were of similar height, at that moment, the boy’s larger hand hinted at future size differences.
He leaned close to Lin Lin’s ear and whispered to her.
The demon boy was still a bit shy, but his eyes sparkled, "In two hundred years, a gift that belongs to me will appear."
Lin Lin’s shoulders tensed for a moment.
The word "two hundred years" was so sensitive that she couldn’t help but look down at the ground.
The boy standing next to her gently cradled her face, allowing her syrupy brown eyes to meet his.
Lin Lin saw the boy’s dark hair sway in the gentle breeze.
Like a soft smile surrounded by little flowers.
Lin Lin suddenly remembered the first time she met Your Majesty the Demon King, when that ruler had a smile similar to this one.
[This is the countdown of expectations that started two hundred years ago.]
