Chapter 214
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Chapter 214: Is It Too Difficult?
Your Majesty the Demon King tilted his head and gently bit Lin Lin’s cheek.
Lin Lin noticed that, although there was a big size difference between them, Your Majesty the Demon King liked to look at her from below. This way, he could see all of Lin Lin’s expressions, instead of missing everything when she was looking down.
The playful nibbles felt a bit like the touches between small animals. Lin Lin told herself that the demon race also had animal traits.
Moreover, she promised Twanasha to let Your Majesty the Demon King relax enough.
Your Majesty the Demon King’s curly black hair brushed against Lin Lin’s collarbone, giving a slight chill.
Lin Lin ran her fingers through his long hair, like petting a gigantic and affectionate dog.
The cool tip of the young man’s nose brushed against her cheek, sliding past the corner of her eye. His mouth was slightly open, and his heavy breathing was quite noticeable.
Lin Lin noticed the rising and falling of the young man’s chest, "What’s wrong with you?"
Lin Lin asked.
The young man shook his head, then buried his face in Lin Lin’s neck, taking a deep breath of her scent. His breathing was still fast, and his heart was pounding very quickly.
Lin Lin reached out to touch his forehead; he had a fever.
"You should rest," Lin Lin said.
Lin Lin felt relieved that they were still at Demon King Castle and not in that cave, or she wouldn’t even know where to find cool water for him.
The young man in Lin Lin’s arms shook his head again. He exerted all his strength to press his large body into Lin Lin’s embrace. His face was getting redder; he felt very uncomfortable, and his long black eyelashes trembled slightly, letting tears fall silently.
Lin Lin reached out to wipe his tears and said softly, "Please listen to me, rest first, okay?"
Lin Lin helped the heavy guy to the bedroom, covered him with a blanket, placed a cold, wet towel on his forehead, and then hurried to the medical room to look for the right medicine.
Lin Lin’s footsteps were hurried, echoing throughout the hallway.
When Lin Lin arrived at the infirmary, she searched through the cabinet, but not a single bottle of medicine was here.
Lin Lin remembered that this world completely depended on Your Majesty the Demon King.
Lin Lin had to go to the office to find some basic medical books.
Your Majesty the Demon King slept very uneasily; after entering the bedroom again, Lin Lin had to pull his head out from the layers of blankets.
Honestly, he almost suffocated himself.
Also, he really needed to be surrounded by soft things.
Lin Lin checked the young man’s forehead again, and it had not cooled down.
Attribute conflicts have this drawback; if the Demon King had any magical power besides darkness, Lin Lin’s light-type healing spell would work wonders for him. But now, Lin Lin’s magic felt like poison.
Lin Lin replaced the young man’s cold towel with another one.
When she was about to pull her hand back, it was tightly held by a hand that had emerged from the blankets, transferring a warm heat to her palm.
Lin Lin did not retract her hand immediately; instead, she stared at the human face with little black scales appearing on the forehead.
He could hardly maintain his human shape, and Lin Lin knew he must be feeling very uncomfortable.
In Lin Lin’s impression, Your Majesty the Demon King might be a little fragile inside, but his body was very strong, a good body blessed by the power of his race that could rival Safir.
He was actually running a fever.
Lin Lin hesitated and suddenly heard thunder outside. Not just thunder, but the wind outside grew stronger, and the tall branches began to sway in the breeze.
Lin Lin got up.
His hand pulled hers closer, as if afraid she would run away.
"I’ll go get you some warm water. Do you like honey water?" Lin Lin asked softly.
The hand holding her palm slowly relaxed, allowing Lin Lin to pull her hand back.
Lin Lin poured water on the first floor and added sleep-inducing leaves, like those from the sleep herb, along with honey, to make the drink healthy.
"This is a good opportunity," a young man’s voice came from behind.
Lin Lin’s hand trembled slightly, and the hot tea almost spilled out.
Luckily, at the moment she released her grip, another hand steadied the teacup for her.
Lin Lin turned around and saw the Fallen Angel, Twanasha, with his gray wings folded. He looked as calm and distant as usual, his light golden eyes always seemed a bit unfocused because he rarely concentrated on anyone or anything, which was due to his job dealing with many prayers.
"This is a good opportunity," Twanasha said. "We can leave now."
"Now?" Lin Lin set down the teacup. "Are you saying now?"
Twanasha completely misunderstood her hidden meaning, and the active thoughts in her brain didn’t explain it either. The young man showed a confused expression, "Of course, the Demon King is weak now. Why not leave? Are you still going to pack your things?"
The Fallen Angel always speaks the truth, but his questions sound like he is doubting Lin Lin’s hesitation.
Lin Lin looked up and stared at the young man, "I have never seen the Demon King sick; this seems like a problem."
"There is no problem," Twanasha replied.
Unlike the Demon King, who can only gather a little useful information from the fragments of the God of Darkness because the god is gone, the angels are still connected to the complete God of Light, sharing much more information.
"Only the bodies and souls from the ‘outside’ are not bound by time," Twanasha’s hazy gaze focused as he looked at Lin Lin, "The Demon King was born from the demon race in this world, so he will surely be rejected by ‘time’."
"Moreover, he has created a ‘gap’ in time to place this space," Twanasha said calmly, "This takes a lot from him, and it seems he wants to keep it going."
Lin Lin shook her head, not in denial of Twanasha, but because she was troubled by the choice of Your Majesty the Demon King.
"I should not run away," Lin Lin said, "I should break this space and let him return to the original timeline."
Twanasha paused for a moment, and the Fallen Angel slowly shifted his gaze away from Lin Lin’s face; it was the first time he frowned.
"Is it too difficult?" Lin Lin asked.
"No," Twanasha replied, "I just don’t want to work overtime. The God of Light only asked me to take you outside."
Ah. That really is his way of thinking.
Lin Lin felt her pockets and found nothing useful, then she summoned her magic wand.
"They say this light-type magic stone is very precious," Lin Lin said, "This is all I have left. Maybe you like gold coins? I can steal a little from Safir for you, but not from the Demon King Castle. The profits there are just starting to be positive, and I don’t want any strange extra expenses; that would make the accounts look very messy."
For a moment, Twanasha also began to have a stereotypical image of accountants.
"Forget it," Twanasha looked away, the Fallen Angel still appeared calm.
He must have tried to avoid overtime just now, but he failed and quietly accepted it.
"Although this space is in a tight spot, it still needs to connect with the real world. Most of the connections are on one particular object," Twanasha said as he looked down, his light golden hair hanging down from behind his ears, his youthful face close to Lin Lin’s. "Do you know where it is?"
"I might know," Lin Lin replied, "In the coffin of the dungeon, I once crawled into the coffin to talk with Teacher Safir, but then I was separated."
Twanasha nodded gently, and he transformed back into a gray bird.
Lin Lin reached out, and the bird landed in her palm, the little bird used its soft yellow beak to tidy up its messy feathers, making them smooth.
"I will go see that coffin," the bird spoke, then its pea-sized eyes looked at Lin Lin, "Are you going to take care of the Demon King? Although I wouldn’t really recommend it."
"It’s not really taking care of," Lin Lin thought for a moment, "It’s just dragging along."
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Big brother, get up and take your medicine.
Lin Lin placed the honey water on the table; she felt a bit guilty and walked more softly.
A gray bird flew past the window behind the Demon King, the bird paused for a moment and made eye contact with Lin Lin. Lin Lin thought that Twanasha had actually considered that if the mission failed, he wouldn’t have to work overtime.
"Would you like to drink some honey water?" Lin Lin asked.
The Demon King’s few black scales near the corner of his eyes were still there, and the young man’s face was red, but he had not lost consciousness.
He struggled to get up and sat back on the bed.
Such a strong will to survive! Lin Lin clapped for him.
The honey water was warmed up, and Lin Lin knelt on one leg on the bed, offering the honey water to him.
The young man drank a couple of sips from the cup until it was completely empty.
Then the young man looked eagerly at Lin Lin, "I usually drink honey water by the barrel."
Barrel?
Lin Lin thought for a moment, "Is it the barrel that the monsters use to draw water from the well?"
The Demon King replied, "It’s the tub from the bathtub."
Ah… Lin Lin’s mind went blank for a moment.
No wonder she always saw the Demon King and Teacher Safir drinking tea; for the main body, they must drink thousands of cups of tea a day! Just drink straight from the tub! Stop pretending to sip tea elegantly every day!
"Teacher Safir put the half-finished tea on your coffin," Lin Lin suddenly reported.
Your Majesty the Demon King blinked, completely confused.
Well, after all, at that time he was in the coffin, so it’s normal he couldn’t see.
However, Lin Lin is very clear about one thing now, "If you want to drink from that tub, go drink it yourself; I can’t help you."
Although Lin Lin didn’t put poison in the honey water, thinking carefully, if she really wanted to poison these guys, she would need bags full of poison.
"What are you thinking?" After chatting with Lin Lin for a few moments, Your Majesty the Demon King seemed a bit better; he looked much more awake.
"I was thinking," Lin Lin said, "you should go back to your time."
Before the Demon King could respond to this, Lin Lin quickly added, "I will go back to that time too, and then we will live our lives as before."
Yes, the life as before.
For Lin Lin, the human lifespan was not a problem; only the long-lived beings felt the shortness of human life.
"I don’t want to!"
Sure enough, Your Majesty the Demon King showed an angry expression, and the wet towel on his head drooped down onto his horn because he raised his head so high.
It was truly touching that the wet towel did not fall and dirty the bed.
The hardworking Lin Lin showed a pleased expression.
"I don’t want to!" the young man shouted again. "Don’t you want to become a Blood Clan, don’t you want to become a skeleton accountant, don’t you think it’s best to stay in human form and live here?"
He was already burning with fever, and after shouting a few words, he began to see stars and his head started to spin uncontrollably.
"Look at me," Lin Lin said, as she pressed the damp towel back onto his forehead and pressed it down hard, forcing the young man to look at her face. "Am I important?"
"Very important!" The answer was obvious, and the young man’s violet eyes were filled with moisture because he was sick.
"Is my opinion important?" Lin Lin asked.
This time the young man did not answer; he vaguely guessed what Lin Lin was going to say.
He bit his lip in silence, turning his already rosy lips into a deep red.
His eyes glared at her with anger and sadness, flames burning in his purple pupils, as if he resented Lin Lin for making him jump into a trap in front of her.
How could he say that Lin Lin’s thoughts were not important?
His angry expression was quite rare, and Lin Lin smiled as she poked the Demon King’s forehead.
The Demon King poked her finger with the horns on his forehead to show his anger.
"And," Lin Lin spoke softly, "you knew from the beginning that humans are weak and easily die, so ‘Lin Lin is a precious human in the Demon King Castle.’"
Even though she had never shown her fondness for this statement in front of the Demon King, Lin Lin had to admit that when she was seen as a "precious treasure" somewhere, she felt happiness.
Although she benefited from being a human, humans and demons were almost completely opposite races. His Majesty the Demon King would find it fresh and amazing.
As the first human His Majesty the Demon King met, she would surely influence his thoughts on time and life.
She might even teach him how to say goodbye properly in the future.
Lin Lin softened her expression and gazed at the young His Majesty the Demon King.
Then, she saw the young man’s determined expression.
Lin Lin had a go-with-the-flow personality. His Majesty the Demon King, however, was an individual born from desire.
His desire has always been stronger than that of other demons, devouring everything he tries to consume.
He has always been steadfast.
"No," the Demon King replied to her, "Lin Lin is human, so humans are precious."
