In this way, in the deep confusion of Ranmuir and many demons, the army returned to the royal court.

The Holy Monarch, who had not recovered from his injuries, moved directly into the palace, and was carried in by the Demon King himself.

While Ranmuir was still weak and asleep, he dismissed his former bedman and rearranged the palace as fit for human habitation.

When Ranmuir woke up, what awaited him was freshly boiled sweet porridge and medicine, a quilt and a flint stove.

“…… Beelzebub. "You have to give me at least an explanation." ”

"Tsk, I really don't understand the rules. The master disposes of his own slave and has to explain it to the slave? ”

“…… Do you think I'm a good deceit? ”

Faint smiled wickedly and stuffed the pill into his mouth: "Finally discovered?" ”

Lan Muir bit the pill and glared at the demon in front of him a little angrily. Dummy Yao pinched his face and grinned, "Good, just kidding." ”

The Demon King broke the jar and broke it, and over the course of a few days, he became more and more nervous - for example, he called the Holy Monarch, sometimes calling him "Ranmuir", sometimes calling him "Your Majesty", and sometimes shouting "good".

"Turn around, I'll look at the injury."

Lanmuir sighed and turned his back to his former enemy.

And Dim Yao bent over, carefully removing the muslin cloth that bandaged the wound for Ranmuel, washing and medicating, and then wrapping it with a new one. The self-healing ability of human beings is no better than that of demons, and now Lanmuir has not turned into demons, but has to take care of them more carefully.

"It's good to look at it," Dim Yao touched it lightly twice through the muslin cloth, "How is it, does the wound still hurt, and the miasma erodes it?" Can you sleep at night? ”

"I'm much better, I'm not feeling bad anymore."

Lanmuir looked down at his hands and feet, where beautiful silver bracelets were hung. Coupled with the fact that he has a deep mana to resist the miasma, and the witch doctor comes to treat him every day, it really doesn't hurt much in the past two days.

"But you...... Why the hell do you have to ...... it yourself?"

"I mean, as the Demon Lord of the Abyss, aren't you busy?"

His Majesty the Holy Monarch is well-educated, and he simply euphemistically "Don't you have anything else to do" into such a sentence.

Dusk Yao thought about it and promised to take him out tomorrow to see the affairs of the royal court.

……

Having just experienced the war between humans and demons, the winter of the first year was not stable for the royal court. Rebellion, assassination...... Endless.

But Dusk Yao has already experienced a demon once, and it is like chopping melons and vegetables, which is much easier than back then, so of course he is not busy.

The captives who had caused the conflict between him and Ranmuir were not slaughtered, for even the rebellion itself did not get a chance to break out.

When quelling the rebellion, Dim Yao deliberately took Lan Muir with him, pretending to "anticipate the enemy's opportunity", and fiercely enjoyed the exclamation of the young saint.

"Your Majesty, am I very powerful?"

"You're amazing."

When it was over, Faint Flair carried Ranmuir all the way back to the palace.

He has always liked to hold him, and the Demon King can hold a human up with one arm, even on his shoulder, or on the tail of the scales.

It's a nice day, like this. Twilight thought contentedly, what to do tonight

This? It's to tell a story to Ranmuir,

Or accompany human beings to weave bone ornaments,

Or do you sing a sacrificial song?

“…… But. Lanmuir lowered his eyes, his face was a little more bloody, but the sorrow between his eyebrows hung like a cloud of smoke, "I know you have something important to hide from me. ”

Seeing him like this, he sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, I can't fool it. If it can't be delayed for a lifetime, I still have to think of a way to completely solve the knot in Lan Muir's heart.

"How's your mana recovering?" He asked.

"Mana?" Lanmuir came back to his senses, "It's already working." ”

"Good. When you get back, show me your healing spell tonight. ”

Lanmuir's eyes lit up, as if he felt that he was finally going to be useful: "There is no problem, who needs to be cured?" ”

"Nonsense, yourself, of course." Dusk Yao flicked his tail and patted his waist, "What can you do with your sick appearance?" ”

"When you're well, I'm going to start using you officially. Then you'll know why I've treated you so well these days. ”

His Majesty the Holy Monarch's healing technique is famous in the world, but it is a pity that Lan Muir was drained of his mana as soon as he went down the abyss, and he has not been able to see it yet.

That night, he finally saw with his own eyes the soft golden light rising from Lanmuir's palm, like a hibiscus slowly opening in the night.

Lanmuir gave him a deep look, but instead of casting the healing spell on himself first, he walked over, stretched his arms, and sent the magic light to the Demon King's broken horn.

"You're ......!"

"This right corner," said Ranmuir, holding the old wound lightly in his hands, with a complicated expression, "is always much colder than the left corner when it's cold." It's been so many years...... Is it still uncomfortable? ”

Stunned: "When have you ever touched my horn!?" ”

Lanmuir: "Once when you were carrying me to sleep...... I woke up at night and quietly touched it. ”

Dusk pursed her lips, and her face suddenly became strangely hot—

Damn, he was reborn, and he was able to be blushing and heartbeat by his lover who was ten years younger than him, it's okay!

It was all because he was too familiar with Lanmuir to be able to imagine the scene at that time: the young and innocent blonde saint, perhaps with a little curiosity, or perhaps more guilt, secretly stretched out his fingertips to his broken horns at night. Definitely as cute as a kitten cub.

"Ahem," Ranmuir's gaze suddenly looked down, "Well, ...... your tail?" ”

The corners of Dizzy's mouth twitched, okay, even the tail began to wagging uncontrollably.

The Holy Monarch was still asking what the demon meant by waging his tail, and he said that the dog wagging its tail was happy, and the cat was angry when it waged its tail.

The Demon King didn't want to admit that he was a big dog, so he simply grabbed Lan Muir's hand and pressed the healing technique on the Holy Monarch's own heart.

"What the hell do you want to do with me?" "Look," said Lanmuir, "I am healed. ”

"No, Dogu said you haven't."

"You always scare him, he is afraid of responsibility, of course he says no."

They grinded for a long time, sentence by sentence, in the abyss of the approaching winter, in the palace where no one was there at night. Not like the enemy, not like the master and slave, just

Like old friends for many years, or even husband and wife.

"It's okay," in the end, Dusk compromised first,"

Then I'm going to start taking revenge on you. You can only nod your head to this,

Don't resist. ”

Lanmuir blinked.

Dusk walked slowly a few steps,

Seeing that his expression was considering his words, he quickly spoke, and called out first: "Your Majesty the Holy Monarch." ”

“…… The hatred between demons and humans has lasted for two hundred years, and the ashes of the dead guys can be piled up into mountains. I think you should also know that the relationship between the two races is now endless. ”

Lan Muir raised his eyes in surprise, he never expected that the Demon King would mention such a big topic as soon as he opened his mouth.

The Holy Monarch couldn't help but be solemn and said in a low voice, "Yes." ”

"But actually," the Demon King squinted at him and said slowly, "Demons and humans don't have a reason to live or die, don't you think so?" ”

"Two hundred years ago, in the land of Gasso, the people were completely self-sufficient. Now the demons are invading the land for survival, not greed. As long as you can open the barrier above the abyss's head and try to purify the miasma, the demons on the verge of extinction will be saved, and humanity will never be disturbed by the flames of war. ”

"This is my first purpose in bringing you down the abyss. Your Majesty, I would like to ask you to open the Gasuo Barrier for the demons and try to purify the miasma of this land. ”

"As for the second purpose, it's incidental, it's up to you. Specifically, relations between the two communities have reached this level of tension, and I think something should be done to bridge the hatred. ”

"So, ahem......"

Dusk Yao exhaled, inhaled slowly, and became nervous for no reason, "Can you, marry me, and be my queen?" Yes, that's called being amiable – would you like to be amicable to me? ”

Steady, after saying this big string in one go, the demon king's heart was beating, and the corners of his lips were rising.

Ranmuir would have died of joy, everything was settled. They can skip the twists and turns of seven years directly, and from then on there will be only happiness and no sadness.

- That's what Twilight was looking forward to.

However, the next moment, a sense of crisis struck suddenly.

Dizzy pupils shrank, and the instincts that came out of the mountain of corpses and blood let out a scream in unison.

He tensed all over, and in an instant the fire of demonic breath had already burned to the scale claws, but he stopped it abruptly—nonsense, how could he do it to Lanmuir!

Bang Dang!

The sky was spinning in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he was already pressed to the ground.

As the night covered the palace, Ranmuel knelt on his chest, his knees against his neck, his right hand condensed into the shape of a golden blade with mana, and his left hand cast a soundproof circle around him.

"You're lying to me."

The Holy Monarch's eyes were cold, and he attached it to his ear: "You are not the Demon King Faint. ”

Stunned!

Lan Muir pressed his mana closer by an inch: "Thank you for taking care of me these days." But tell me, who are you, and what happened to the original Demon King? ”

"He hates me so much," the Holy Monarch bit me clearly, word by word, "how can he love me so meticulously and take care of every detail." ”

"He cares so much about the abyss, he cares about the people, how can he casually hand over the enchantment to the Terran king."

There was a hint of murderous intent in the purple eyes, but the tone was still faint, "...... He's important to me, very ...... Very important, so. ”

"So, if you can't explain and don't give him back to me, I can only be

You killed the Demon King. ”

"I'll kill you,

Avenge the Demon King. ”

quiet

It was quiet in the palace. The light of Yayue fell through the window, illuminating the newly purchased chaise longue a few days ago.

Yes.

Dimly dazed, he looked up at Ranmuir.

He didn't know what his boiling emotions were at the moment, and what to call them.

But, ah...... Why...... That's going to be it.

Sour tears quietly filled his eyes, and he wanted to laugh, but he wanted to cry even more, so he pulled the corners of his lips and shed tears.

“…… Ranmuir. He asked in a desolate trembling voice, "Do you want 'that' demon king more, and why?" ”

yes, why? Dim laughed inwardly.

He's back.

He made up for the regrets.

He didn't hurt Ranmuir.

There is no suspicion, no temptation. Nothing, very good, good.

He didn't even let Lanmuir see his intimacy with the other demons. In the human mind, he was clean this time.

So the Demon King has almost forgotten his old self. Throw away it like a mess of stinking garbage.

That faint is bad, stupid, dirty, wrong. If it can disappear, it would be better.

But his Ranmuir.

But Ranmuir said, "That demon king is very important to me, very, very important."

I want the demon king, where did you get him, give it back to me.

Faint gritted her teeth and wept, and raised her hand, wanting to gently touch the long dark blonde hair that had not faded again. Lanmuir said coldly, "Don't touch me." ”

"Ranmuir, you know," Dim Flare laughed at him, "if it's the real Demon King, what will happen to you if you fall into his hands!?" ”

"Whatever happens," said Ranmuir's gaze, condescendingly, "it's also a grudge between me and him, and it's no one's turn to interfere." ”

Under the condensed mana in his hand, the black scales burst into overwhelmed cracks: "I'll only give you one last chance to confess." ”

The pain came, and Dim smiled again.

In this case, he actually laughed.

Because it suddenly occurred to him that for a long time, he had held that strange and subtle psychology, hoping that Lanmuir would come to kill him to take revenge.

Okay, this rebirth is really a dream come true.

What should be round and what shouldn't be round is completely round.

"Okay, since you say so, I'll confess."

"Let me tell you a story."

Dim closed his eyes and said dreamily: "A story of hate and love that spans fourteen years." ”！