Chapter 200

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Chapter 200: If I Die, I Will Find You

The demon boy clung to her even more than before, and Lin Lin noticed this.

Maybe when he was hurt, Lin Lin comforted him, making him feel even more dependent on her.

Lin Lin did not reject this outcome, but when she has to leave someday, this dependence is not a good habit. Lin Lin tried not to respond to the boy’s reliance, hoping he could find balance within himself.

At first, the boy felt lost, but then he became very sure that Lin Lin had chosen "someone" and abandoned him.

When Lin Lin struggled to push away the boy who was clinging to her, she felt a strange feeling inside.

He still thinks like a child. Although Lin Lin always complains that the Demon King hasn’t improved in two hundred years, it is clear that this is not the case.

For example, the present Your Majesty the Demon King still thinks that by making a big fuss, things will go the way he wants. Meanwhile, the Demon King two hundred years later… will probably be a bit quieter in such situations.

Lin Lin’s actions earned Safir’s praise, and the Sapphire Dragon thought Lin Lin should have done this long ago.

"Otherwise, he will never be able to leave you," Safir said, then turned his gaze to Lin Lin, "and that’s not good."

It is rare for Safir to look at her with such a complex expression, and Lin Lin felt a bit strange about it herself.

"What’s wrong?" Lin Lin asked as she touched her face.

"Not at all," the Sapphire Dragon replied, "I just rarely experience separations."

This statement made a human woman laugh lightly, "Teacher Safir, aren’t you supposed to be the best at saying goodbye?"

Though it was a bit of a dark joke, compared to the long lives of Dragon race, the lifespans of other races seemed almost insignificant. Lin Lin recalled what Safir had said to her two hundred years later about waking from a long sleep and never seeing old friends again.

Sometimes, on the proud face of the Sapphire Dragon, a look of sadness would appear.

"Is this what the me from two hundred years later told you?" Safir guessed correctly.

Lin Lin nodded.

The Sapphire Dragon laughed for no reason, the corners of his lips curling up while the corners of his eyes turned down, a typical sign of laughter, but Lin Lin noticed a hint of peace in it.

"That’s a bit unfortunate," Safir said, "maybe I only started to understand goodbyes because of you."

"This is still a bit difficult for me," the Sapphire Dragon replied, "counting down the days until goodbye."

Lin Lin was momentarily stunned.

She had gotten used to throwing difficult questions to Safir; even the Safir from two hundred years ago was still a reliable teacher to Lin Lin, a mature Sapphire Dragon.

She considered the feelings of His Majesty the Lamb, but she didn’t think Safir would be sad about her leaving.

"I shouldn’t tell you about crossing over," Lin Lin said softly.

"No, I like to be awake," Sapphire Dragon gently shook his head, gazing at Lin Lin’s dimming eyes.

Compared to the carefree present, Safir was more used to staring at the cold future.

Lin Lin reached out her hand. Her hand was different from most races here; humans’ hands were softer and more fragile.

However, humans were the race that found it easiest to get along with other races in Demon King Castle. Humans had abundant emotions and greater empathy, and the residents of Demon King Castle did not wish for fragile humans to be hurt.

Those hands helped Sapphire Dragon arrange the gems on his chest, making the deep blue ribbon lie neatly against him.

"And," as those hands gently touched the ribbon, the Dragon race’s chest trembled, "if you don’t tell me your secret…"

Lin Lin raised her eyes and saw the sparkling sapphire eyes of the Dragon race.

"Then you are too lonely."

–

Many races in the Demon King Castle are counting down the time.

The cracked sky hangs over everyone like a sharp sword, and everyone knows this sword will fall sooner or later.

The number of residents in the Demon King Castle is decreasing.

In fact, the entire demon realm is losing its inhabitants; it briefly became lively before gradually falling silent again.

Whether it is Safir, Bulwo, or Lin Lin, none of them think there is a problem with the residents leaving. Everyone is willing to make choices that benefit themselves, and those who remain have already endured for a long time.

When the soft, snowy-white Miss Rabbit said goodbye to Lin Lin, Lin Lin could skillfully say farewell, give some goodbye gifts, share a hug, and hope she could return to the demon realm after overcoming this difficult time.

But the usually timid Miss Rabbit, with her materials and gifts ready, stood still and did not turn to leave when she was supposed to.

"Is something wrong?" Lin Lin smiled.

"Your Majesty the Demon King," Miss Rabbit’s voice trembled a little, probably because of her anxious heart, but she still said something she thought was too bold, "Are you not leaving?"

Lin Lin blinked; although she had expected someone to talk to her, she did not think that the first to speak would be the timid Miss Rabbit.

Lin Lin smiled, feeling grateful for the gentle warmth that came from her friend.

"I can’t leave right now," Lin Lin answered honestly, "Your Majesty the Demon King and Demon King Castle cannot be separated now."

Lin Lin was seeing Miss Rabbit off when she ran into Lorken, who was rushing towards her.

It is in a rabbit’s nature to fear Worgen, and Miss Rabbit quickly hid behind Lin Lin.

Lorken’s dark gray eyes glanced in Lin Lin’s direction; he did not come closer until the rabbit carefully walked away.

"Is there any news?" Lin Lin opened her hands with a joking tone, "I’ve already gotten used to eruptions and floods; it can’t get any worse, right?"

The young Worgen snorted softly but finally lowered his voice, "The Brass Dragon has left."

Lin Lin took a moment to react, then remembered that Lorken was talking about the Brass Dragon, which had once kidnapped them and forced them to chat every day. This dragon had chosen to stay here, even at the risk of being beaten up by Safir, because the dry, slightly cold environment of the demon realm was perfect for its treasure storage.

Even it had left.

"Why don’t you leave?" Lin Lin asked.

After the experiences in the Demon King Castle, Lorken had become a more mature Worgen. In response to Lin Lin’s question, he first scoffed, "Are you making choices for me?"

Lin Lin felt that everyone in the Demon King Castle was too used to suspecting each other with the worst intentions.

"Alright, alright," Lin Lin gave up trying to remind him and then looked at the Worgen’s face.

The most profound lesson Lin Lin learned during her uncontrollable time travels was to try to remember the face of every moment she shared a glance with.

"There will definitely be a good outcome," Lin Lin said.

–

The residents left in the Demon King Castle are also waiting, waiting for Lord Safir’s spell to succeed.

Everyone does not know the clearer details; they only vaguely understand that if the spell works, the demon realm will become good like it used to be.

In fact, many demons do not know what the so-called "demon realm before" was like; they just hold onto happy fantasies and hope.

As one of the costs for the spell’s success, the sadness of the demon boy is still just a small matter.

"Think about more practical things," Lin Lin couldn’t help but remind.

Teacher Safir no longer has time to teach them; in the empty classroom, there are only two students.

"But I’m about to die, and if I’m still studying in the last second before I die, that would be such a terrible thing," the demon boy said, resting his head on the desk with confidence.

How should I say it? It actually makes some sense.

Lin Lin had thought before that if it were the day before the world ended and she was still working, that would indeed be quite terrible.

No, on second thought, she really did face this situation.

After working overtime for several days before crossing over, she arrived in another world just before her holiday and completely went crazy.

Oh, the culprit is right in front of us.

"You need to study hard," Lin Lin’s abundant empathy suddenly vanished, and she became quite a cold-hearted woman.

"But Lin, the back of my neck hurts so much," the boy complained.

"Does it hurt again? Is it the aftereffect from before?" Lin Lin frowned.

The boy was already able to comfortably lean against Lin Lin, lifting his thick, long hair to show her the back of his neck.

Of course, Lin Lin couldn’t see anything, so she gently rubbed it to ease his pain.

Ever since His Majesty the Demon King cut off the connection between a little sheep and the Demon King Castle two hundred years ago, he had started feeling unwell.

Sometimes his head hurt, sometimes his arms hurt, sometimes his chest and stomach hurt, as if the threads connecting his body were being pulled apart one by one, and even though they healed, they still left scars.

Then he lay down next to Lin Lin, murmuring softly, feeling a bit better.

Lin Lin was giving him a massage, and the boy could still think about random things, hoping she would stay far away from Safir’s magic, so she wouldn’t get caught up in that unreliable spell and be in danger.

Usually, Safir seemed unreliable to him, but now he felt the opposite—Safir was untrustworthy, which was quite surprising.

"You’re in danger yourself, so you don’t need to worry so much about me," Lin Lin said honestly.

"That’s different," the boy said, resting his head on Lin Lin’s desk, his violet eyes looking at her. "If I die, I would definitely find a way to come and see you."

Lin Lin: …

Feeling touched yet worried, it was hard for her to say the cruel words "Don’t come near" outright.

"But if it’s you, Lin, who disappears," the boy’s words turned back to Lin Lin.

Lin Lin was still gently pressing on the back of his neck, and the fair skin turned pink under her touch.

"If Lin disappeared, you would be calm staying there, and you wouldn’t come to find me," said the boy.

The fingers pressing on the boy’s neck paused.

[You wouldn’t come to find me.]

The other person said this in a very certain tone.

The boy’s appearance overlapped with that of an adult demon race, as if he was unhappy about her coming to the stable life two hundred years ago.

Lin Lin’s heart trembled, and she instinctively wanted to argue back.

"What do you mean? Haven’t I been looking for a way to go back…?"

I’ve been searching for a way to return.

"Go back?" The boy caught this word and repeated it with confusion.

Then, someone tightened their grip on her other hand, "Where do you want to go back to?"

A cool sensation appeared in the palm of her hand.

Lin Lin and the boy looked down together, and Lin Lin saw the black goo oozing onto her palm.

"Did you spill oil again?" Lin Lin spoke up.

Last time, the black goo filled the Demon King Castle, forcing everyone to take a nap.

The boy had not yet seen the black goo seeping from his body while awake; he was clearly panicked. Before his body could sense it, the memory of pain had already surged back, making his body tremble as the black goo flowed continuously from him onto the ground.

The boy began to cough violently, as if the air was being pulled away from him. He struggled to open his mouth to breathe, but the air could not reach his lungs.

"Don’t panic," Lin Lin patted his back, holding his hand tightly.

The boy’s body is much thinner than it was when he was a young man.

The power to heal flows from Lin Lin’s palms, but without using light-type healing spells, its effectiveness is greatly reduced.

Lin Lin shouts to the monsters outside the room, telling them to find Safir.

A passing young man hurriedly goes to find someone, while Lin Lin gently comforts the boy.

After a strong cough, the boy’s grip on her hand grows stronger as he keeps asking one question, "Where are you going back to?"

Lin Lin replies, "I am not going anywhere."

But the boy does not believe her.

Lin Lin has never seen Your Majesty the Demon King looking so disheveled.

His once smooth and shiny long hair is stuck to his body, smeared with some black sticky liquid that dirties his face and neck.

"Where are you going?" the boy asked again.

This time, Lin Lin did not answer him.

No matter what she said, he would not believe her. Lin Lin hesitated for a moment, released her grip from the boy’s hand, and tried to pull away.

The moment he realized her hand was slipping away, the boy gripped her palm tighter, like holding onto a piece of driftwood in the deep sea.

When Safir entered the classroom, he saw Lin Lin looking flustered and helpless.

Sapphire Dragon’s gaze shifted from the demon race boy to Lin Lin.

Most magic from the Dragon race does not need to be spoken; it is a reflection of their own will. A deep blue wind blew over the two, separating their joined hands.

"You should go out," Safir said to Lin Lin.

Lin Lin’s worried gaze fell on the demon race boy.

"You should go outside," Safir spoke again, "staying here is not good for you."

Lin Lin left the room.

Suddenly, she reached for her chest and felt the pain of the thread breaking.

Lin Lin quickly walked a few steps to the nearest window and opened it.

The familiar sky hung above, the cracks in the sky were breaking apart at a visible speed; the corners where Lin Lin had once sewn and mended were completely consumed by the Red Moon, turning into cracks.

It was the boy who felt uncomfortable first, and then the sky shattered.

Lin Lin looked at her palm stained with black slime.

This slime did not stay for long; some had already fallen to the ground, blending into the deep red carpet.

He was almost like the demon realm itself.

–

To everyone’s surprise, the weather the next day was very nice, a rare sunny day among several rainy days.

The boy was in a coma.

He did not ooze out enough black goo to flood the Demon King Castle like last time.

Lin Lin helped the boy take his pillow and blanket outside to dry in the sun.

The boy needed layers of blankets like the Princess and the Pea, and only a soft bed would make him comfortable, so drying his blankets was a big task.

There were not many plants inside the Demon King Castle, but outside, a few trees grew tall enough to reach over the high walls, with branches full of pink flowers stretching in.

Lin Lin moved the blankets closer to the flowers; His Majesty the Demon King had not left the Demon King Castle for a long time and loved these scents he could not usually smell.

When Safir came looking for Lin Lin, she had just picked a little flower that the wind had blown onto the blanket.

The scales of the Sapphire Dragon shimmered with a light blue glow under the sun. Safir squinted slightly; he didn’t really like the scorching sunlight.

"His condition is not good," Safir said firmly, "We need to prepare the spell in advance."

He didn’t need to explain; Lin Lin understood.

We must push the time forward before the demon realm truly collapses, to a moment when the demon realm is in good condition.

But now, the boy’s condition is worse than ever.

"Just at this time, Bulwo has gone back," Safir frowned, unhappy with the laziness of this officer, "Although we don’t need him for the spell, what if the magic causes chaos? We will still need someone to keep things under control."

Oh, so it means the main character needs a guard nearby when casting a spell, right?

Lin Lin raised her hand.

Safir was used to speaking, "Please respond."

Just like in class.

"I can drive away those troubles," Lin Lin said, "although I can’t compare to Bulwo, I should be fine with normal monsters, and I’m still a light-type that specializes in defeating darkness."

If it really doesn’t work, there’s a pair of big wings sitting on top of Demon King Castle, Lin Lin thought.

"You look much calmer now," Safir judged.

Just yesterday, you looked so worried.

Yes, because I am good at calming myself down, Lin Lin remembered what the boy said yesterday, "You won’t come looking for me."

She is such an easy-going person; I really feel sorry for her.

Lin Lin worked hard on self-reflection; after thinking about her time with the young Demon King, she also reflected on things related to Safir.

"Teacher Safir," Lin Lin said with determination, "I was wrong when I said you became a feudal lord after two hundred years. Although you are strict, if you think about it, you can be quite forgiving at times."

Safir asked, "Like what?"

Safir asked for a specific example, but Lin Lin found it hard to think of one quickly.

Lin Lin slowly lowered her head.

Safir said, "You have a poor memory."

Lin Lin, "Feudal patriarch!"

Safir helped Lin Lin lift the warm and fluffy blanket into the demon boy’s room and cover him up again.

The bed looked clean, with no new black goo leaking out.

Lin Lin looked at the boy’s flushed face from being sick and reached out to touch his forehead.

It was slightly warm; the demon race’s body temperature is lower than that of humans, so for them, this is considered a fever.

After a few seconds of her fingers touching her forehead, a trembling, thin black line silently wrapped around Lin Lin’s finger.

This is what Lin Lin has seen, the black lines that swirl around the adult Demon King.