Today was destined to be a day of ice and fire for Asmon, and what made him excited was that, according to Lilith, thanks to her "unremitting efforts", Miss Anne, whom he had been thinking about for a long time, finally agreed to meet her, and still took the initiative to invite her.

It's as joyful as going to hell.

However, it was not long before Asmon realized that what had happened today had reached the point where he had questioned whether he was the Asmantis of Desire.

No, this is the first time I have encountered since I became a demon, and it is also the biggest crisis. The crisis is so bad that I begin to doubt my identity.

As the embodiment of desire, none of the women he pursues will hate him, even if he can't catch up, but his position in the hearts of those girls will always come first.

But......

But!

Why would Miss Anne say such a thing?

Anne, who was sitting on a chair and sipping tea, seemed to have dressed up deliberately today, and changed into a dress that looked quite exquisite, and the circles of luxurious but not vulgar crystals not only did not suppress her own temperament, but set it off to a higher level.

The mere fact that she sat there was enough to draw the eyes of both women and men to her.

However, Asmun only now understands that the more beautiful a woman is, the more ruthless her heart becomes.

As soon as he sat down with pride and pride, Anne did not hesitate to give Asmon a critical blow.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Asmond, but I was a little busy the other day because I was going to pick up a friend. ”

"Friends!?"

The demon's instinct told Asmon that it was certainly not as simple as he imagined, "It shouldn't be Lilith, right......?

"It's a marquis. ”

"Man!"

Asmon's brain directly translated Anne's words a second time.

As far as he knew, there were no women in the empire who could make the title so high, that is, the marquis was all men from above, and now Anne said that she didn't date her because she went to pick up a man whose name she didn't know.

That means that his status in Anne's heart is not as high as that guy.

That means that Anne likes the Marquis so-and-so a little more, and so on...... What do you want to do so much now!

"Who's that man?!"

Bet on the word desire, even if you don't kill him, you have to make him a waste!

Before Anne could speak, Asmon's attention was soon drawn to the commotion in the distance.

No, it can't be said to be attraction, it should be that as a man, the instinctive hostility towards the same kind of creatures drove him to look away.

Then, Asmun spotted the figure, the one that looked weak, but definitely his future rival.

His black hair, which was a bit long compared to that of a man, wore a dark blue top hat, and the jewels on the tuxedo always felt a little similar to Anne's, and the cane in his hand swayed with his graceful steps, causing a whisper from the women around him.

If Asmond gives women the feeling of sunshine and humor, then the short boy who walks in front of him who looks like an aristocratic man gives people the feeling of elegance.

Unhurried elegance, and coolness accompanied by wisdom.

These are the two extremes altogether, but Asmon really feels the crisis. And......

What is it? Anne and he look like a couple!

The corners of the boy's mouth kept a smile on his lips for some reason, but it always seemed to Asmun that he was mocking him. If it weren't for the feeling that the tall and mighty knight following him was a little difficult to deal with, Asmun would have kicked this little bit away.

Although I don't want to admit it, for now, compared to myself, this little guy and Anne look more like two people with the same identity.

No, I can't just admit it, if I put on a good dress, I will definitely be more than ten times more handsome than this dwarf winter melon. Lilith ...... Why can't you be a little richer again?

"Ahem......"

The boy coughed lightly, and then walked straight to Anne as if he were deliberately ignoring Asmon.

"Sorry, it's late. ”

The boy stretched out his hand to Anne as he spoke, and Anne grabbed his arm with a happy expression that Asmon had never seen before, and the two of them worked together as if they had known each other for a long time.

Probably sensing the reason why Asmon's murderous aura had been undisguised, the young man slowly turned his head slowly, and there was not even a trace of fear on his face.

"Oh, who's this tall and reckless man?"

Tall...... Bounder......

It's clear that you're as short as a winter melon.

However, no matter what, Asmon is also a demon who has been fighting for many years, so naturally he will not be frightened by this little formation, and he quickly made a counterattack: "Asmontis...... Asmantis, do you understand?

Judging from the boy's expression, he obviously understood the meaning of Asmon's name, but even if he knew that Asmon was a demon, the other party's expression did not change in the slightest, and he even ignored Asmon's attack mocking him as a sissy.

The boy looked like he was thinking about whether or not to report his name to Asmon.

This guy is even more annoying than Sister Lucy.

"Well, Don Quixote. Goodbye, sir. ”

The self-proclaimed Don Quixote boy took Anne in his arms and prepared to leave, which was obviously a blatant provocation to Asmon, and Asmon naturally wouldn't just leave it at that.

However, just as he was about to rush over and give the little one a hard punch, the knight, who had been keeping an eye on his master, suddenly stopped in front of Asmon and drew the iron spear he was carrying behind his back.

Knights, knights, knights all day long!

"Get out of the way. ”

Asmun let out a low roar, this kind of blatant robbery is no longer something that can be endured and passed.

Two short blades slashed at the spear, but the brawny knight took it without any effort.

What's even more infuriating is that the self-proclaimed Don Quixote soul faint didn't even look back, obviously he already knew his identity, but he seemed to be very relieved of his knight. Or rather, he didn't look up to himself at all.

Anne, however, looked back with some apprehension, and pulled Don Quixote to a halt.

If you use the power of the devil, this kind of knight is still no problem. But after all, the promise made came first, and you can't spread your wings in such a situation where everyone is watching.

But in this case, this knight who is full of muscles will be a little troublesome for himself.

"What's the matter, Mr. Asmond, if you could come over and get the gloves, I'd be willing to compare?"

Don Quixote took off his gloves and shook them in his hands.

Taking off gloves is the meaning of a duel, but it must also be held by the opponent for the duel to be established.

And now this guy took off his gloves and threw them around in his hands, but let the knight block himself from taking them, obviously provoking himself.

...... I can't bear it, isn't it just to let others know that I am a demon?

I'm a demon!

"Hey, what are you doing here!"

Just as Asmon's eyes were reddening, Frey's flew in from a distance, and Asmun suppressed his previous impulse and changed to his original indifferent expression.

"Look at what I'm doing, I won't like the old woman, right?" Asmond pointed his finger, "Go for him." ”

"Speak to me and pay attention to ......"

Frey muttered and turned to look at the burly knight, but she quickly realized that this guy was probably not the main culprit in the riot, and Frey's eyes drifted to the knight's back.

Time seemed to freeze, and Frey, who had been fine, suddenly stood on the spot as if she had been electrocuted, and the magic array under her feet also lost its effectiveness, and she suddenly landed on the ground and staggered several steps before standing firmly.

"Are you alright, Dean of the Academy?"

At this point Don Quixote stepped out, but with each step he took, Frey took a step back.

"I am Don Quixote, an unknown nobleman on the border. ”

"Ah...... Ah, well. Frey's mouth closed for a long time before she spoke, "That'...... Today's ......"

"As you can see, Mr. Asmoun is trying to attack me. ”

“......”

Frey was silent for two seconds, then stretched out a hand and quickly drew a summoning circle in the air.

Soon, a strong man with a masculine aura all over his body jumped out of it, and the pair of horns on his head and the N-block abs on his abdomen were particularly conspicuous.

"Carry Asmon away. ”

"Hey, old woman, this is a difference!"

"Hey, boy. Before Asmon could finish his words, he was already pressed by the strong man who was laughing very strangely on the shoulder, "Come with me." ”

"Ahh

(About this Zhengtai,To be honest, I really don't dare to start.,Then there's no such persona.。 ）

(And who of you looks at men.) ）