Chapter 34

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Chapter 34: My Brother Is So Strange!

When Lin Lin brought the photos back, it was already nighttime, and her bag was full of photos.

Allen looked tired, completely lacking the energy he had when he went out.

The volcano is very tormenting for the orca.

"I just said, why can the orca splash water next to the volcano, while you just hold on?" Lin Lin complained.

"Run to the shore to sunbathe while the ocean waves rise, and enjoy the feeling of dryness from the evaporating water by the volcano," Allen said. "This is what it means to enjoy being alive."

Lin Lin spoke calmly, "No, this is just being foolish."

Allen quietly covered his heart, "After you said that, I feel like some more water has evaporated from my heart."

"Then please drink more salt water," Lin Lin placed a photo in Allen’s palm.

Allen took the photo and saw his own face in it. The young man in the photo had a slightly surprised expression.

When he left Demon King Castle in the morning, there was no image, but now it had become a clear photo.

Stuffing the photo into the pocket of his shirt, Allen said, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome," Lin Lin patted Allen’s shoulder, encouraging him for his hard work today. "You look like you worked very hard today."

At least there has been some progress compared to usual, and they are not too focused on having fun.

Lin Lin now understands that when dealing with this group, it’s important not to be too harsh, but to give praise until they start to feel shy and question whether they were born with such great talent for their work.

"I’m going up first!" Lin Lin waved to Allen and Arthur, holding her instant camera and handbag as she headed towards the second floor.

It was the direction of Your Majesty the Demon King’s room.

Allen tilted his head and stood for a moment, watching Lin Lin leave.

Then, the young man took the photo out of his shirt pocket again, pinching it between two fingers and tilting it so Arthur could see what it showed.

There was one thing that Lin Lin guessed right; there is indeed a certain order among the orcas, just like not all lions in a pride can eat together, and Allen had already gotten used to sharing everything with Arthur.

"Brother," Allen handed the photo to Arthur.

To him, both of them looked exactly the same, and compared to the content of the photo, the meaning of "it was taken by Lin Lin" was much more important.

Although the person Lin Lin captured in the photo is him, it is still their photo.

Allen handed the photo to Arthur, but his twin brother in front of him did not take it as he hoped.

In that moment, Allen slightly tilted his head, and the smile that usually lingered at the corner of his lips faded away, making the twins standing in the hall look even more alike.

If Lin Lin were here, she would probably find that the game of easily telling who was the older brother and who was the younger brother was no longer so simple.

"Brother," Allen repeated, confused.

Orcas can communicate information and emotions using special sound waves, so when the two are together, words are actually unnecessary, but sometimes Allen forgets this.

This made him seem more like the less mature and slower one among the twins.

Arthur looked up at him; his dark eyes were always cold and gloomy, but when he looked at his brother, there was a hint of calm warmth.

Arthur gently pushed the photo away.

He refused to share.

–

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! These are all my proudest works! Masterpieces that are equally impressive."

Lin Lin was busy laying out the photos on the table so Demon King could see her great work, and she hoped for a glowing review of more than five hundred words.

"What beautiful scenery," Demon King picked up the photo of the country path and the lively market, "I have never seen these before."

"And I took some really nice shots," After Demon King didn’t praise Lin Lin as she wished, she began to boast about herself, "Not everyone can take such beautiful pictures."

Demon King nodded in agreement.

Lin Lin happily lifted her head, and only then did she think to look around.

Since they returned quite late, Lin Lin was disappointed to find Demon King was in the bedroom after checking in his office.

Holding the feeling of wanting to quickly share the photos with him, Lin Lin knocked on the door of the Demon King’s bedroom.

Before she could say anything, the door was already opened.

It was as if the other person knew Lin Lin was on the other side of the door; the door opened at just the right moment, and the Demon King, wearing a black robe, said, "Lin."

Then Lin Lin followed him into the Demon King’s bedroom.

The Demon King’s bedroom was, of course, much bigger than hers, both the room and the large bed in the center.

The large bed in the center, even with the Demon King’s magic that made the bed soft, was still stacked with several layers, making it look less like a traditional bed and more like an overly fluffy "nest."

Unlike the electric lights outside, the Demon King’s bedroom was lit by pale yellow candles; the candles on the walls surrounded the room, and the flickering candlelight cast a warm glow, probably from his childhood habits.

The Demon King was looking at those photos, and Lin Lin’s attention returned to him.

Since he was ready for bed, the Demon King’s curly black hair spilled over his shoulders, and with the horns on his forehead, Lin Lin thought he resembled a large fluffy sheep.

Although the horns of the demon race mainly show the master’s strong power and intimidate enemies, humans clearly do not have this idea.

For Lin Lin, the horns of a sheep symbolize gentle herbivores; they are peaceful and calm, with curled, warm wool. When she drew simple pictures in kindergarten, Lin Lin learned to use two little triangles to represent sheep horns.

Whether it is the delicate patterns of the horns or the silky smooth curly hair, both look very nice to touch.

Lin Lin’s gaze shifted several times as she followed the movement of the Demon King’s horns.

This time, the Demon King, lifting his head from the photo, asked her, "Do you want to touch them?"

Lin Lin nodded.

The Demon King smiled and lowered his head, letting his horns hang down to a height where Lin Lin could easily touch them.

Lin Lin reached out and touched them; they had patterns but were smooth, which felt very strange.

Lin Lin really wanted to ask the Demon King if he had heard of a cow horn comb, but she held back.

"Is this thing heavy on your forehead?" Lin Lin asked.

She had been curious for a long time, but she never found a good moment to ask.

"It does have some weight," the Demon King himself had never thought about it. After Lin Lin spoke, he tilted his head a bit to feel the weight, making it hard to give a precise answer, "but it doesn’t cause any burden, so it won’t affect my life."

Lin Lin looked at him and said, "Have you ever thought about hanging some decorations on your horns? I can bring some for you."

Today, when Lin Lin went out, she saw many female demons decorating their horns with shiny silver chains; it seemed to be a kind of trend.

"Sure," the Demon King replied.

Lin Lin took her hand back and looked into his violet eyes again.

The warm candlelight softened the Demon King’s strong and somewhat aggressive facial features, making him appear gentler.

Lin Lin stayed quiet for two seconds.

The question I wanted to ask the most was never spoken.

Can the Demon King really not leave the Demon King Castle? Compared to human life, the demon race has a much longer lifespan.

Will I just be trapped here forever?

If being stuck here is the Demon King’s job, then forget about that job.

However, the way the Demon King carefully kept the photo he took of her made Lin Lin sigh deeply, and she decided to put that topic away for now.

"Allen said the whole demon realm is filled with your presence," Lin Lin said, her expression very serious, "Have you sensed my whereabouts through that?"

Violet’s eyes looked at the empty table, staring at it as if there was some treasure that needed careful examination.

Lin Lin frowned slightly.

The Demon King snapped his fingers, and suddenly a teapot with a white base and golden edges appeared in the air, along with a floating teacup.

The teapot poured tea, and a teacup floated to Lin Lin’s front.

The Demon King handed the teacup to Lin Lin, "Have some water."

Lin Lin took a sip and clearly understood that the "water" was honey grapefruit tea.

Anyway, anything that doesn’t have tons and tons of honey is just water, right?

Lin Lin finished her tea and looked back at the Demon King, "So, is it true or not?"

The Demon King avoided eye contact and handed her a second cup, "Have some more, please."

Lin Lin said, "I won’t drink anymore, I already know the answer."

–

"Hello, Safir, here’s the thing, I have a friend who can’t leave home. I ask him, but he never gives a straight answer. Is he under a curse?" Lin Lin held the phone receiver, "She mentioned a possibility, like Sleeping Beauty can’t touch the spinning wheel?"

On the other end of the phone, there was a pause before the voice of the Dragon race said softly, "That doesn’t sound like a question from the Demon King."

Lin Lin said, "My friend is not the Demon King."

"That’s wonderful," Safir’s voice took on a tone that was smooth and deep like a Dragon’s, usually reserved for his teasing. He wouldn’t normally use a Dragon’s tone, "Tell me, who else in your small circle of friends could be like that? I’m really looking forward to it."

Lin Lin felt she shouldn’t have called Safir; she wanted to hang up the phone immediately.

But clearly, Safir wouldn’t let her off the hook, "At least give me a name or I will get Donna to send over the special snacks she made for you. God knows how many giant caterpillars she has collected recently."

Lin Lin took a long time to completely forget about that thing!

"It’s the Demon King, my dear teacher, it’s the Demon King!" Lin Lin surrendered decisively.

Lin Lin explained how she knew the Demon King could not leave the Demon King Castle and shared her worries about him.

"That’s not good," Lin Lin said, struggling to find the right words. In the end, she settled on a more moderate term, "He will wither."

Withered.

Safir lifted his head slightly.

Safir was always amazed by Lin Lin’s overflowing emotions. Even though they were from different races, she always felt that others were just like her, so she talked about time with him and emotions with the Demon King.

Human emotions were so small and strange to the long-lived beings.

Like a sudden flame that quickly fades away. The heat of the fire could burn and sting, yet there was a moment of reflection.

"It has nothing to do with fairy tales," Safir softened his tone, "you can help me deliver a message to him."

Lin Lin focused intently, gripping her pen, listening for the answer on the other end of the line.

"I have nothing else to teach him."

Huh? Is that really the answer? It seems very unreliable.

But Lin Lin still wrote down the sentences carefully in her notebook. Just as she was about to end the call, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Lin Lin saw Allen standing at the door. He obviously had run over and was a little out of breath, with his black short hair looking a bit messy.

Allen looked at Lin Lin and asked, "Are you calling Safir?"

Lin Lin nodded in confusion.

Allen reached out to her, "Can I say a few words? Safir won’t easily answer my calls."

Lin Lin handed the receiver to Allen.

Allen immediately spoke up, "Lord Safir!"

It sounded quite polite, and Lin Lin didn’t understand why Safir didn’t like to answer Allen’s calls.

The Dragon race on the other end gave a soft hum in response.

Allen spoke nervously, "What should I do? My brother is so strange! It seems like he is going through a rebellious phase! What medicine does he need to feel better?"

Lin Lin heard the sound of the phone hanging up decisively on the other end.

Lin Lin, "…No, you look more rebellious. What right do you have to worry about this problem?"