Chapter 230
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Chapter 230: The Unfillable Abyssal Mouth
The Demon King had indeed experienced spring.
In fact, one spring day, when Your Majesty the Demon King suddenly realized that the spring air felt especially chaotic, Safir had already told him that spring had arrived.
The dragon race did not have the patience or good nature to teach Your Majesty the Demon King about this matter. Safir rarely gave the Demon King a break, but then he tossed him a book about the demon race.
Your Majesty the Demon King did not intend to read the book. For him, a holiday was a holiday; how could he seriously read a book in a place where Safir was not present? Therefore, he had only turned the pages of that book fifteen times at most.
To the Demon King, spring was just a confusing smell, a noisy sound, and a time for sleeping.
The Demon King loved to sleep in the spring, with the right amount of humidity, warm sunshine, and the air filled with the sweet scent of cake.
He could sleep for a long time in the spring. Although the demon race did not have a concept of hibernation, Safir sometimes joked that maybe the Demon King was in such a state in the spring.
His reaction to spring was colder and calmer than others.
"This might not be a good thing," Safir once told the Demon King. A cold comment from the Sapphire Dragon.
After all, for Your Majesty the Demon King, who could not leave the Demon King Castle, how could he find a suitable partner?
Among the demon race, it is very rare for someone to want to stay in one place for a long time. The Demon King is not a typical member of the demon race.
At that time, the Demon King was too young to understand these complicated expressions. He only felt that Safir’s gaze on him was softer than usual, and his usually cold teacher showed a rare gentle side.
At that time, only a small number of officials from Demon King Castle were present. Even Safir, who cared the most about the castle, had his own life. The shifts at Demon King Castle created some vacancies, and during that time, the Demon King was the only one left in the castle.
Everyone had their own lives, except for the Demon King himself.
After waking up, the Demon King needed to find something to do.
Standing at the highest point of Demon King Castle during sunset, birds perched on his shoulder; the wind blew as fast as it could, and beneath the moonlight, he jumped down from the high balcony outside his room, floating in the air for a brief moment before landing…
These tricks were interesting at first, but soon became boring.
He started trying to paint, play musical instruments, and use his hands to craft a magic wand that suited him.
The demon race is different from many other races; they are a collection of magical power. The demon race can use magic without a magic wand, like the Dragon race, but so much time has passed — what would happen if he tried?
When the wobbly crayon drawings turn into beautiful landscape paintings, and he has become very good at making delicate things, one day, boredom returns to him.
Sapphire Dragon Safir is a good teacher, but what makes him good is that he is an arrogant dragon.
Dragons have a long time like the demon race, and Safir sincerely believes that Your Majesty the Demon King can stay quietly in Demon King Castle and learn a little knowledge, which is already quite good, without needing to have too many expectations of him.
The boring Demon King Castle, an even more boring spring day.
But if he does not show a smile, it is hard to face every endless day in the future.
"Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty the Demon King?"
With a warm forehead, the Demon King’s awareness returns to this quiet night; his long eyelashes flutter open, and a human woman is looking at him with concern, "You look unwell."
Is that so? The young man’s gaze falls on the human woman’s face, and a small strand of her black hair brushes against her ear.
Black hair similar to the demon race.
She wore a loose and simple white dress that clashed with the room’s complicated and luxurious decorations.
Lin Lin’s taste is actually different from the Demon King’s. The Demon King likes things that are overly intricate and extravagant, while Lin Lin prefers a loose and comfortable style. This difference shows in many ways, like how the room is decorated, their clothing styles, food, and even how they use magic.
However, Lin Lin is very good at accommodating others. She knows that the many elaborate dresses in the room are the Demon King’s preference, and when she feels cheerful, she is willing to pick one out to change her style.
The Demon King’s gaze fell down to the woman’s white and smooth neck.
A sense of unreasoned bitterness surged back again.
The mark disappeared.
The Demon King remembered the first little bird that landed on his shoulder when he was young. They stood on the roof of Demon King Castle, watching the sunset. They only met for twelve seconds, and then he felt a weight on his shoulder as the bird spread its wings and flew away.
Before he realized it, he and the bird had already missed their chance.
The Demon King is very slow in many ways, and many confusions and pains only start to show much later.
The fine pain feels like many tiny needles piercing the heart.
"My little bird," His Majesty the Demon King said, resting his forehead on the collarbone of the human woman, his voice low, "is gone."
"Your little bird? Do you have a pet bird?" Lin Lin blinked, completely unaware that His Majesty the Demon King had this hobby.
After hearing her voice, the young man buried in her collarbone trembled slightly, "It flew away."
"Well, there’s nothing that can be done…" Lin Lin really wasn’t good at comforting others. She reached out and gently patted His Majesty the Demon King’s shoulder. Then, his purple eyes lifted from her embrace and met her gaze.
His violet eyes shone brilliantly in the dim light.
Lin Lin was stunned for a moment.
She felt a bit drowsy, not exactly wanting to sleep, but her mind seemed to become foggy.
She smelled the overly sweet scent that filled the air.
Perhaps there was also a hint of dampness in the air because it was raining outside.
Humans have a less sensitive sense of smell compared to many other races. Only when the rain fell like pearls, splashing the earthy smell from the ground and the hot air turned into a damp mist, did humans realize that it seemed to be raining.
"Your Majesty, it seems to be raining," Lin Lin said.
"Hmm." The young man replied, but his gaze did not turn to the window; instead, he continued to stare unblinkingly at the human woman.
Black mist spread from his surroundings.
It was also on a rainy day like this.
Safir once sat in a large rosewood chair, aimlessly flipping through books. The sound of the turning pages disturbed the demon boy wrapped in spring drowsiness on the bed.
The Sapphire Dragon’s discerning gaze glanced over the boy’s lazy appearance. Safir confirmed that the Demon King’s drowsiness was not a sign of illness, but a choice of his own.
"Your Majesty the Demon King," the Sapphire Dragon lowered his brilliant eyes, looking at the boy as he spoke in an elegant and soothing voice, "the demon race is a kind born from desire, spending their lives chasing after insatiable wants. You have also swallowed the fragments of a god."
Compared to ordinary demons, perhaps this creature before him is more fittingly called an abyss.
"Then, why," the Dragon asked, closing the book, "can your spring days be so peaceful?"
The boy lifted his head from the piled blankets, revealing his clear purple eyes.
Oh. The Dragon calmly arrived at an answer.
Patience.
Safir averted his gaze; he had no interest in studying the psychology of demons, and he now casually thought.
Perhaps one day, there will come a day when this insatiable gaping abyss will open again.
It will open once more.
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Is it raining? It seems like it is.
Lin Lin thought.
She felt heavy and tired, maybe because it was raining.
On rainy days, she became lazy, and her mind felt sluggish.
A warm fog surrounded her, and she stepped on the soft ground. The ground was too soft, and her balance was not very good, so she accidentally knelt down on the ground.
Her knees didn’t hurt; it felt like falling on a big woven cloud.
Is the carpet on the ground this fluffy and thick? It felt just like a bed, Lin Lin wondered, reaching out to press the soft "ground."
Then someone gently held her wrist.
The man’s build was much larger than hers; he easily held her wrist and lifted her hand.
Lin Lin looked up and saw the young man’s broad figure.
He was sweating, and his once smooth and beautiful black hair became damp and curled due to the sweat.
It is Your Majesty the Demon King.
His fair face was tinged with a light pink, and the exposed skin on his neck showed signs of tension; the young man’s handsome face revealed a mix of restraint and hope.
His breathing became heavier, Lin Lin thought.
But she still felt a little distracted; she heard a sound outside the window that seemed like raindrops tapping against the glass.
The rain startled her a little and made her feel anxious.
Why should she be nervous? Lin Lin wondered, but she instinctively leaned back and turned to look behind her, saying, "Is it raining?"
The young man sitting in front of her made a sound, and his hand gently holding her wrist touched his cheek.
Scorching heat.
Lin Lin’s fingers curled slightly because of the burning heat; she was a bit distracted as she looked back and asked, "Is it raining a lot?"
"It’s okay," the young man replied, opening his mouth and gently biting Lin Lin’s slender finger that was resting on his face.
He was still sweating, and a drop of hot sweat fell onto Lin Lin’s wrist.
Lin Lin’s attention was drawn back, and she looked at the young man again.
He was looking at her.
Even though he was biting her finger and holding her wrist, his purple eyes stared at her without blinking.
Lin Lin’s gaze slid over the fine sweat on the young man’s forehead, the shattered tears on his long eyelashes, and his shimmering purple eyes; a small part of his chest was loosely exposed at the neckline.
Both beautiful and awkward.
The mist filled the air, and the humidity grew thick.
It seemed like the rain was still falling, and Lin Lin couldn’t help but look back again.
"Don’t look outside…" Lin Lin heard the young man complain.
He was too wet, and his voice sounded like he had just been pulled out of the water, as his hand tightened around hers once more.
"Touch me."
Her palm pressed against his hot skin; Your Majesty the Demon King lived a life of luxury, and his skin was delicate and smooth to the point that Lin Lin envied him.
The young man lowered his head, his soft long hair hung over his damp skin, and his voice gently pleaded with her.
"Lin, touch me."
He really can’t bear pain, Lin Lin thought drowsily.
He cried again.
