Chapter 216
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Chapter 216: You Are Spoiled by the Demon King Castle
Ah, there really aren’t any business secrets in Demon King Castle.
Thinking carefully, the enemies hiding in Demon King Castle could only see Safir assigning homework every day, a pained-looking Lin Lin, and Your Majesty the Demon King, who was desperately trying to escape work, along with the troublemaker Felix and the truly honest Orion…
Also, the treasury has less and less savings.
What is more frightening than the other side knowing the business secrets is the other side knowing your own weakness.
How awful! How is this different from looking at my browsing history? Lin Lin put on a mask of pain.
The God of Darkness died cleanly, leaving the remaining clowns for the lazy ones in the Demon King Castle to inherit.
No, if I think carefully, the only person in the Demon King Castle who has a sense of shame is Lin Lin; this worry is hers alone.
Lin Lin silently covered her face and stopped thinking about this problem.
Although the Fallen Angel was not enthusiastic at all and seemed to have no worries about completing the task, he was still puzzled about why Your Majesty the Demon King and Lin Lin were in the current situation, "I remember Your Majesty the Demon King was very obedient to you; why did he lock you up here?"
That’s a good question.
Thinking of angels as long-lived beings, Lin Lin spoke with some disappointment, "He thinks human lifespans are too short, and I am always being passively transported to different times and spaces."
Thinking of this, Lin Lin looked up and gazed at Twanasha.
The Fallen Angel’s expression remained very calm; when Lin Lin mentioned "human lifespan," there was no change in the other’s demeanor. The light golden eyes looked at Lin Lin, giving a quiet "I see" response.
The gray wings behind him gently folded in, and the Fallen Angel’s gaze turned to his palm.
The first time he thought about humans was when a human died. It was when the old man told him that her heartfelt prayer was just to let the divine see the flowers she had planted, right before her breath faded away.
"He thinks humans live for a short time, but a hundred years is a long time for them," Lin Lin continued to complain softly.
Twanasha could hear her hushed voice. Whenever Lin Lin grumbled behind someone’s back, she always kept her voice down, truly worried about being overheard, acting quite bold yet very cautious.
"Twanasha, you are the angel prayed to by humans; you should understand this thought better, right?" Lin Lin asked.
Lin Lin rarely called Twanasha by name; "Twanasha" was not a name that angels commonly mentioned.
The God of Light does not speak the names of angels; He directly connects with their thoughts. Angels rarely address each other, even though they are of the same kin, as there are very few chances to meet.
Suddenly called out by someone, Fallen Angel paused, clenched his hand that he had just been staring at, and slowly looked up.
"I’m sorry," Fallen Angel said.
He did not plan to lie, but he did hide part of the truth.
"Most humans who pray to the gods hope to have a longer life," Twanasha heard his own calm voice.
Then, he saw the human woman show a look of realization, "You are right; it is indeed true. After all, no one prays for a shorter life."
No, it is not always like that; there are also many humans who accept everything very calmly.
But Twanasha would not give Lin Lin such an answer because his answer already contained his thoughts on the issue of life span.
His light golden eyes gently fell on the black hair of the human woman, while her gaze was once again drawn to the six gray wings behind him. Twanasha did not know if the wings answered something for him.
This is not good; angels should equally care for every soul.
He should not expect a soul to stay in the world longer.
"Maybe you can talk to Your Majesty the Demon King again, especially now that he clearly cannot hold this space; he should learn to back down," Twanasha said.
He was not a qualified angel, Twanasha thought.
When he chose to turn away from the ground, he knew he could no longer treat every human fairly.
–
Lin Lin was walking towards the bedroom.
Even with a fevered mind, the young demon still vaguely sensed a human woman getting closer to him.
Closeness is happiness.
But this was also very troubling; the Demon King buried his head back into the soft blankets, unsure of how to face Lin Lin.
What kind of expression did he have when he saw Lin Lin before? Your Majesty the Demon King felt it was very hard to get back to that state.
He is sick now and looks unwell, with messy hair! Your Majesty the Demon King finally remembered he needed to spend effort to tidy his long hair.
He took a wide-toothed comb from the bedside and began to struggle with combing his long hair.
When Lin Lin pushed open the door, she saw this scene: Your Majesty the Demon King was fighting with his curly hair.
"Oh my!" Lin Lin immediately placed the potion on the table and rushed to the bedside to grab the comb from the Demon King’s hand. "I can do it! If you use so much force, your hair will break!"
The Demon King asked, "Why will it break?"
Lin Lin paused for a moment with the comb in her hand, then grabbed a handful of the Demon King’s hair, and indeed no broken hairs fell out.
No wonder he has so much hair.
There is no love without reason, but there is definitely hate without reason. Lin Lin suddenly felt like pulling out a couple of strands of his hair.
The true act of taking advantage.
Looking into the young man’s puzzled yet clear purple eyes, Lin Lin quietly pushed down her darker side and began to untangle his curly long hair.
The young man sat on the bed, staring at Lin Lin without blinking.
Even though Lin Lin was used to being watched by the young man, his unblinking stare still felt a little strange.
Lin Lin pushed a carefully untied strand of hair to the side and touched her own face, "Is something wrong with my face?"
The young man shook his head.
Sudden silence always means something is off!
Lin Lin took the small mirror that was on the bed and held it up to her face.
There were indeed faint dark circles under her eyes, but that couldn’t be helped since she hadn’t been resting well lately.
Lin Lin stared hard at her face; she was not the kind of person who often took selfies or looked in the mirror, only paying extra attention when she had pimples or dark circles.
This time, she carefully brought the mirror close to her face to check her condition and really did see a little bit of awkwardness.
The woman in the mirror had a face she knew very well, but her skin seemed smoother and more delicate; it was precisely because her skin looked better that the dark circles were even more noticeable. Had her skin always been this good?
Lin Lin knew her stamina was getting better, but she always thought it was because she was more active.
"Does magic make people’s bodies better?" Lin Lin wondered; she hadn’t paid attention to this before.
Strangely, she felt the one who seemed to have the least answers, Your Majesty the Demon King, was the one who replied to her.
He said, "Yes."
For some reason, all the conclusions that came out of Your Majesty the Demon King’s mouth seemed very unreliable. Lin Lin would have preferred to ask Safir or the fragments of the God of Darkness.
Your Majesty the Demon King said, "The last High Bishop of the Temple lived to be one hundred seventy-eight years old; by your usual way of thinking, that means he was in good health."
Compared to the influence of magic on humans, Lin Lin is currently more concerned about other things.
"How do you know such specific numbers?" Lin Lin asked. "You don’t even know the exact time Orion passed away."
It was clearly the Demon King’s magic that turned Orion into a spirit, but he didn’t remember anything at all.
"Ah," Your Majesty the Demon King lifted his head, revealing a calm expression.
"On the day that great Bishop died, Safir held a grand feast at Demon King Castle," the Demon King replied.
Lin Lin remembered that Bishop who tried to change Safir’s mind; it seems Safir’s strategy of "outliving the opponent" really worked.
How embarrassing, truly embarrassing.
Why hold a feast? Isn’t he afraid the temple will think it’s a provocation and attack?
Does it really have to be dancing on tombstones like this?
–
Your Majesty the Demon King’s condition did not improve because of the medicine.
Lin Lin and the Demon King both knew what was harming his body, but this stubborn Your Majesty the Demon King still believed he could endure it.
"How long can you hold on?" Lin Lin asked, holding Your Majesty the Demon King’s flushed face.
The black scales on his forehead appeared once again, like tiny petals scattered on the demon race’s pale skin.
Lin Lin’s fingers were tightly held by him, as if he was afraid she might disappear again.
Your Majesty the Demon King’s state made Lin Lin start to realize what he was afraid of.
Your Majesty the Demon King is not all-powerful.
If Lin Lin were really just an ordinary human or an ordinary light-type mage, based on his abilities, he would truly be able to protect this precious human in Demon King Castle well and keep them close.
Lin Lin is a soul from another world, and like the gods, she does not suffer side effects from moving through time.
Even though Your Majesty the Demon King has achieved what no other race can, and even Teacher Safir could not successfully travel to this parallel universe, he still cannot hold on as he thought he could.
Even with the power of the contract, he still cannot bind her.
Lin Lin reached out to sweep away the hair from the side of the Demon King’s face, revealing his flushed cheeks from being ill.
Lin Lin looked down at him, at the young man lying in bed with misty eyes.
She remembered what she had told Twanasha; it was too hard for her to escape quietly again, and this caused great harm to the Demon King.
Unlike the Demon King, the world that draws from the Demon King’s power spoils Lin Lin just like the Demon King himself. In this world, everything nourishes Lin Lin, and she feels better every day.
Am I really that important? Lin Lin often found herself wondering.
But if she asked directly and did not get the answer she expected, it would lead to unnecessary disappointment.
While she was lost in thought, the hand that was held by Your Majesty the Demon King tightened even more. The king squeezed her gently, as if to confirm something.
"My Lin."
Your Majesty the Demon King said this.
No matter how many times Lin Lin had corrected him, Your Majesty the Demon King seemed unable to change this obsession.
For a while, Lin Lin had even treated his title as just noise in her ears.
But this time, when the young man’s slightly dry lips gently spoke these words, Lin Lin once again clearly saw the difference between them.
She is Lin.
She is the gift he has waited two hundred years for.
She is the soul he has marked with his brand.
But…
Lin Lin thought. She remembered what she had complained about when she first came to this strange world: why she had not become the Holy Maiden from a shoujo manga.
She actually had a chance later; she had the chance to stand beside the beloved knight and become the Holy Maiden chosen by the temple, but she begged the knight to help her leave that sanctuary and return to the Demon King Castle.
Back to the moment two hundred years ago, Lin Lin was still searching for clues about the Demon King Castle. Otherwise, even if Your Majesty the Demon King found every timeline of the Demon King Castle, he would not be able to discover her, who remained in this moment.
It was her choice to seek out the Demon King Castle.
The kite string that Your Majesty the Demon King held tightly, twisting around his wrist again and again, a price he paid to control it firmly, Lin Lin could actually cut away at any time.
"Your Majesty the Demon King," Lin Lin spoke.
Her voice was very soft, yet it was very clear to the demon race.
She held the young man’s hand in reverse. Unlike the Demon King, she could only grasp half of his palm, which looked a bit strange.
She spoke strange words about the demon race and the Demon King Castle, but this was part of human experience.
Only she could teach him.
"What was taken is never a gift," Lin Lin told the demon race, who was the most opposite on this planet and learning the most pure villain lessons.
"A gift is something that comes for you," Lin Lin said.
"Am I just going to stay here?"
In "my forest", what is more important, "my" or "forest"?
His long black hair fell messily on his forehead, and he calmed for a moment.
Lin Lin felt that he was tired and needed rest.
Or maybe for the demon race, Lin Lin’s words really sounded unpleasant, so they chose to pretend they didn’t hear.
"Greed" is the original sin of the demon race.
Blood, land, people, money.
Even during a timeline that Lin Lin does not fully understand, Your Majesty the Demon King was the greedy one who devoured the fragments of the God of Darkness.
Although during the two hundred years of Your Majesty the Demon King’s rule, the demon race has become milder due to changes in the ruler’s style and the environment, the root of the matter is still hard to change.
Plunder is a sign of power.
A powerful being can rule Demon King Castle, which is also why, despite differing views from Your Majesty the Demon King and past leaders of the demon race, there has not been much criticism.
As long as one is powerful enough, they will convince themselves about everything else.
Lin Lin does not think she can truly persuade the other party with just a few words.
She does not know what "having a good talk" means according to Twanasha. It seems she has not been able to "have a good talk" after all.
The gap between races cannot be crossed. Does she still need to correct Safir’s arrogance as a dragon?
Lin Lin reached out and touched the young man’s feverish face, along with the black scales that she rarely saw.
It felt like touching small black shells, and the feeling of something non-human was even stronger.
Usually, Your Majesty the Demon King always hides this very well.
Just as Lin Lin wanted to leave, she suddenly felt a tightening sensation around her waist.
The demon race’s scaly tail emerged from the layered black blankets, wrapping around her waist, preventing her from leaving.
Lin Lin’s attention fell back on Your Majesty the Demon King, the beautiful but pale "Princess of the Spire," whose eyes were filled with silence.
This was probably the most primitive form of the demon race, one that had never learned the emotions of other races, the most essential appearance of the demon race.
Calm, indifferent, and without any waves.
Lin Lin could not read any emotions on his face.
This was a bit bad for Lin Lin because she had no idea what the other person was thinking or how to respond.
She even started to miss the loud and wild 모습 of Your Majesty the Demon King.
She stared into those calm eyes for a long time.
The tail of the demon race wrapped around her waist tightened like a snake, and its scales and hot temperature made it feel sharp.
"Bang—"
Lin Lin’s attention was caught by the sound of something breaking; she turned her head and saw the glass bottle she had placed on the nightstand, shattered on the floor after being emptied by the Demon King.
Soon, it was not just the glass bottle; the teapot and teacups also made a faint sound from the vibrations.
There was an earthquake.
No, it’s weightlessness.
Lin Lin watched the floating shards of glass and her pure white skirt.
She felt as if she might fly away, but the tail wrapped tightly around her waist kept her grounded.
Lin Lin turned her head and saw, in the dim light, a pair of shining violet eyes.
In the past, Lin Lin always said that dragon eyes were as beautiful as jewels, but at this moment, the violet eyes of the demon race, reflecting colors in the dark, were equally cold and dazzling.
Lin Lin suddenly understood why she never had such a realization before, because jewels should be cold, not always sparkling with a gentle smile.
Lin Lin coughed softly.
A black smoke with a smell of sulfur drifted in through the window.
Those volcanoes in the demon realm, imitated by Your Majesty the Demon King, erupted.
Lin Lin looked into the eyes of the Demon King once again, and he still had no expression.
His hand held tightly onto hers, and the sick warmth made the cold Demon race feel warmer, almost giving the illusion that they were a similar species in temperature.
Lin Lin remembered their first meeting, when the purple-eyed Demon King smiled and said, "After all, you can’t go back."
[After all, you can’t go back.]
At that moment, what kind of feelings did the person who said these words and the person who heard them have?
According to Twanasha, the Demon King is like an angel. The moment they met, all the Your Majesty the Demon Kings from different parallel universes gently turned their gaze towards her.
What perspective was he using to look at her?
Lin Lin’s heart raced in her chest because of these complicated thoughts, as if it wanted to leap out.
"What are you doing?" Lin Lin forced a smile, "Did I say something wrong?"
Lin Lin felt a bit regretful for saying these things. Usually, Your Majesty the Demon King seemed very calm; no matter what happened, it never seemed like a big deal to him.
Could he be the type who holds everything in and then goes crazy when he can’t take it anymore? Lin Lin felt angry; wasn’t that the same as her?
Before Lin Lin took out her magic wand, the young man’s tail, which was wrapped around her waist, slowly loosened, and the pale hand holding hers gently released. Then, to her surprise, she really started to float up like a balloon.
Lin Lin looked at the young man’s face in surprise.
She saw an expression on Your Majesty the Demon King’s face again.
It was a rich and deep emotion that even her human teacher would find hard to understand, shown by the Demon King himself.
The feeling of weightlessness made Lin Lin grip the bed curtain tightly, the black fabric wrapping around her hand.
"You said," Your Majesty the Demon King spoke after a long silence.
Lin Lin noticed that the color in her hand was slowly fading, like an illustration where only she forgot to add color.
Her body became lighter and lighter, and she floated up, only held down by the curtain she was gripping, preventing her from drifting up to the ceiling.
"You said you would come to find me," said Your Majesty the Demon King.
As her body rose again, Lin Lin tried to grab the curtain, but the black fabric slipped right through her hands.
She completely could not grab anything in this space.
Lin Lin stared at Your Majesty the Demon King, who was wrapped in layers of blankets, looking pale.
She finally floated through Demon King Castle and into the sky.
…
Two hundred years ago, in the spring at Demon King Castle, the young Demon King came into Lin Lin’s bedroom holding a pillow, and Lin Lin looked very surprised.
[Why are you here?]
[To keep you from losing me.]
[I won’t.]
[You’re lying; he is looking for you.]
He must have been searching for a long time; at least, it’s not as easy as he said.
A strong smell filled the air, a warning before this place fell apart.
Lin Lin’s shoulder felt heavy as a gray bird landed there.
"You did great," Twanasha said, "I knew you could do it."
"That’s not really helpful now…" Lin Lin replied.
"I know," the bird preened its feathers.
"You are spoiled by the Demon King Castle."
