Hell, in the realm of the Grand Duchy of Oakles.

It's a quintessential devil's domain, with dark clouds hanging over the city, gloomy old castles taking on an uncomfortably dark red hue in the gray glow, skulls of all sorts of creatures made into lamps hanging from the fence, and twisting thorn vines serving as scenery in the garden.

And in the courtyard comparable to the main square, a team of scantily clad devil maids endured the whipping pain of the thorn dance to clean the courtyard.

Although the owner who lives in this castle is an evil devil, as a devil nobleman, he is very, very clean, even the courtyard of the castle is required to be spotless, so these poor maids can only endure the fatigue to polish every inch of dark red masonry, and then pray that nothing is missing in the area they are responsible for.

You know, the devil's door with strict classes and strict rules never likes to tolerate mistakes, if it is in the ordinary aristocratic devil's house, as a servant of the lower devil who does something wrong, he may just be demoted to a slave, but in this more gloomy territory, the servant who makes a mistake will only be killed mercilessly.

Anyway, there are too many devils in hell, and the devils who are physically strong and often organize some chaotic parties can always make the population continue to skyrocket from the day the "devil" race is born, counting those inferior devils who are not recognized as devils and have been slaves for generations, the whole hell is now completely "full of ghosts", and it is not clean to consume it when it is used as cannon fodder in bloody battles, and no one will say anything about a devil nobleman who kills his servants casually.

After all, this is a hell full of evil, and it's not normal for evil devils to do evil things.

Not to mention...... The "lord" who lives in Obaron Castle is not an "ordinary devil nobleman", he is a real legend and a noble devil archduke!

It's just that compared to most of the devil's grand dukes who live a luxurious and chaotic lifestyle, this legendary devil named Oaklis is more different.

His castle would not be feasted on day and night, nor would he be abused by a group of beautiful slaves for amusement like most devilish nobles.

This territory is always quiet in the hustle and bustle of hell, even though the bloody moon that represents evil still sprinkles scarlet light on every brick and stone, but the silent silence always makes the ancient castle more mysterious and cold, and the heavy rock gate seems to be determined to completely isolate the outside from the inside.

However, this day is different from the "old days" of thousands of years, because a visitor who "came unexpectedly" and "expectedly" has arrived in the territory of Oaklis.

"Knock knock"!

"Hurry up and open the door and let me in".

I don't know when, a petite figure wearing a hooded cloak appeared at the door of the castle's hall, and the height of just one meter six made this figure look almost like a child.

But her knock on the door wasn't "childish" at all............ With every time the white fingers make contact with the heavy stone door, the sound and shock sensation of a heavy hammer hitting the ground even make the carved rock door frame with complicated patterns crack.

And after the knock on the door, enough for any creature in a castle to hear, the heavy masking gate slowly opened with a deep sound of rock grinding............

"Da, da, da"!

Stepping through the door unceremoniously, with the sound of leather boots touching the floor, the petite figure walked into the hall as if he had returned to his own home.

It is worth mentioning that the castle hall behind the heavy stone door is also completely different from the "room decoration" style of most of the devil's grand dukes, in most of the traditional devil's aristocratic hospitality halls, all kinds of decorations showing evil and "art" must be indispensable, chandeliers made of at least a thousand skulls of intelligent creatures are the most basic lighting facilities, and the beautiful slaves whose limbs have been cut off are the "exhibition shelves" of various gorgeous ornaments, and the atmosphere full of blood and horror is always sought after by every devil.

But in the castle of the Grand Duke of Oakles, none of these "traditional" decorations existed, there were no evil chandeliers or abused slaves, the first floor of the entire huge castle did not even have a single decorative object or practical furniture, and his hall was filled with only gloom and dead silence, and only two dark blue flames fluttered in the sky on the throne at the very end illuminated a small area there............

It was a dark throne with a large metal thorn carved out of it, and sitting on the throne of thorns was a naked, pale-skinned, ordinary-looking boy - except that the two large scimitar-shaped horns on his head proved that he was different from most devils.

At this moment, the thorny spikes of the throne had glittered into his skin, and drops of dark red blood were flowing down the patterns carved into the metal............

There is no doubt that this young man is the owner of Obaron Castle, the Devil Grand Duke of Oaklis!

“............”

"Your injuries are getting worse...... To this day, you still won't tell me what this horrific injury is?"

Stopping about ten meters from the throne, the petite figure also took off his hood, his long dark red hair shimmering blood-colored in the dark castle, and his dark green eyes were like a pool of quiet lake water, deep and beautiful—if you ignore the obvious legendary fluctuations, anyone would think that this delicate and beautiful devil is just a little girl.

It's just that at this moment, the eyes of the "little girl" looking at the Devil Grand Duke are full of heartache and worry that should not belong to the devil, the flowing blood and the shining metal thorns seem to have filled her entire pupils, and after discovering the appearance of the Archduke of Oaklis, her anxiety can hardly be concealed.

However...... The pale boy on the throne who slowly opened his eyes did not show any impatience from this, and even when he heard the eager question, he only leaned back while gasping softly, allowing the thorns in his back to pierce further into the flesh............

Finally, even the Archduke Oakles, whose smile seemed weak, replied to the "little girl" with a wry smile:

"Oh, do you mean the thorn wounds? Don't worry, I'm just using a little pain to clear my mind, it's nothing to a legendary devil, and I've never been afraid of pain, don't you know that? Mimibez............ My dear sister".