Part 2
Misa fell silent.
But the deeper he thought, the more Misa felt an unstoppable headache.
His thoughts were in chaos, making it difficult to think further. He could only shake his head forcefully.
No, he couldn’t think like this.
Becoming the greatest Demon King was his dream, his career plan.
He couldn’t give up halfway. He had to achieve it now!
Misa strengthened his conviction. He still didn’t answer Oshien’s questions, but only seriously instructed Oshien that he was going to beat up the Hero, and that for the rest of the night until dawn, no one should be allowed near the Hero’s room. No matter what sounds came from inside, no one should burst in.
He would leave before dawn. If he still hadn’t come out after dawn… then he should go find the God’s Envoy Arlo and have Arlo come check on the situation.
But Misa believed that as the Demon King, he was definitely stronger than a Hero who had just left the novice village.
There was no way anything would happen to him!
He transformed into his handsome Demon King form in Oshien’s study. The long-awaited feeling of being unrestrained made him let out a sigh of relief. Then he spread his wings, only to find that the wings burned by the lava had not yet fully recovered. The scorched feathers looked quite pathetic and were too obvious, which would definitely make Lance realize his identity.
Misa could only hide his wings and carefully recall the appearance he had revealed when he saved the Hero.
Lance should have seen his crimson hair and eyes, and his beautiful large wings. Other than that, there seemed to be nothing else.
He could totally reveal his Demon King’s sharp horns, which represented his pure demon bloodline, his long pointed ears, his beautiful slender tail, and his fangs, which were much sharper than a human’s.
Perfect.
He was the most handsome cub in the Demon Realm!
Misa borrowed a mask from Oshien to cover most of his face, just in case the overly sharp-eyed Hero somehow recognized his appearance again.
To be safe, he absolutely could not let the Hero recognize his identity.
With everything ready, Misa secretly slipped outside the Hero’s door.
He was cautious. While outside the door, he first cast his powerful Demon King illusion to make sure the Hero was sound asleep before carefully opening the door.
Lance was indeed asleep, leaning against the bed.
The first step of the plan was a success. Misa approached Lance. To show off his condescending Demon King aura, he floated in mid-air with magic, planning to slightly undo some of the illusion on the Hero to put him in a half-asleep, groggy state.
After all, his goal was to beat up the Hero to provoke a conflict between the Hero and the Demon King. If the Hero was unconscious the whole time, even if he succeeded in beating him up, the Hero wouldn’t know who the perpetrator was.
Misa slightly raised his hand, weakening the illusion he had cast, allowing the Hero to wake up in a daze.
Then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Dark red flames instantly enveloped his body, and an evil, oppressive aura filled the entire room. Misa narrowed his eyes and looked down coldly at the groggy Lance, who was clutching his head.
“Hmph, a human as insignificant as an ant,” Misa tried to sneer, “how dare you challenge—”
Lance dazedly reached out and grabbed his tail.
Misa: “…”
Lance: “…”
Misa’s fur stood on end.
He couldn’t control the anger in his heart. He wanted to grab the Hero by the neck and slam his head against the bed. He bared his sharp fangs, but before he could even erupt in fury…
Lance silently and carefully squeezed his tail again.
It feels pretty good, quite springy—
Misa instantly shot backward, trying with all his might to pull his tail out of the Hero’s hand. But the Hero was squeezing too tightly, and he couldn’t pull it free in one go. He could only grit his teeth, raise his hand, and punch the Hero’s head fiercely.
Lance had not yet fully recovered from the illusion. He didn’t dodge at all and took the hit head-on. Then he looked up blankly at Misa in front of him.
The pain gradually restored his senses, which had been slowed by the illusion. He finally woke up from the illusion. He looked up at the… monster in a black robe in front of him. The two stared at each other in silence, lost in thought.
Lance finally spoke, asking, “You are…”
Misa: “…I am the great Demon King Xisai!—”
Misa: “…”
Oh no.
What was his name again?
Silence, silence, silence.
The awkward silence continued to spread. Misa froze on the spot, wishing he could disappear from Lance’s room immediately and never appear in this world as the great Demon King again.
After a while, Lance raised his hand.
Misa jumped, thinking this was the Hero’s counterattack after coming to his senses. But Lance just fumbled around the head of the bed, pulled out a familiar little booklet from there, flipped it open in front of him, and glanced at it.
Lance: “Xisaimiyas.”
Misa: “Um… thank you…”
Lance: “…”
Lance pursed his lips into a smile and couldn’t help but squeeze Misa’s tail again.
Misa completely flew into a rage.
He shook off Lance’s hand and, without hesitation, gathered his magic into a fireball and hurled it fiercely at Lance.
Damn it, damn it!
In all his life, no one had ever dared to treat him like this!
What God Realm’s Hero system!
He was going to kill this Hero right now as a sacrifice to the heavens!!!
Oshien hid around the corner of the corridor, nervously staring at the Hero’s room.
He had followed the Demon King’s instructions and dismissed everyone around the room, then stayed here alone, on tenterhooks, afraid that the Demon King would accidentally kill the human Hero.
He was, after all, the guarantee of their future mineral veins. He sincerely hoped that the Demon King would be a little gentler, at least enough to let the Hero get out of bed tomorrow and return to Skylight City smoothly. If there were any grudges, they could wait until their contract with the humans took effect.
But the commotion coming from that room was huge. It sounded like they were tearing the house down inside, so intense that even Oshien, who was so far away, was a little scared.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he pitied the poor human Hero.
The Demon King was being too ruthless. Even if this Hero didn’t die, he would probably lose a layer of skin.
…
It was almost dawn.
The Hero’s door suddenly burst open with a bang. Misa shot out in a huff, turned into a cloud of black mist, and disappeared. Only then did Oshien nervously swallow a mouthful of saliva, clear his throat, and pretend that he had just noticed the disturbance, rushing towards the Hero’s room.
He rushed forward in a panic, shouting, “Lord Lance! What happened here!”
The door was barely hanging on its hinges. With just a light touch from Oshien, the entire door panel fell down with a crash, kicking up a cloud of dust that made Oshien cough heavily. He waved his hand to disperse the dust and only then saw the disastrous state of the room.
Yes, it could only be described as a disaster.
The furniture was almost completely destroyed, the bedding and bed curtains were torn to shreds, and black smoke from a recently extinguished fire was rising from a collapsed shelf in the corner. And Lance was leaning against a half-collapsed table that was still barely standing at an angle, looking at his hand with a slight frown, seemingly lost in thought.
Oshien carefully examined the human Hero’s condition.
He looked completely unharmed. The most disheveled part of him was his slightly messy hair and a scorched corner of his clothes. Other than that, he looked no different from when he had left the Crystal Palace yesterday.
Oshien was very shocked.
Last night, he had heard it clearly from the corner of the corridor. The Demon King and the Hero had fought so fiercely and made such a huge commotion. How could the human Hero be completely unharmed?
Could it be… that the injured one was the Demon King?
Oshien nervously left the Hero’s room and hurried to Misa’s room.
He knocked hard on the door, but there was no response from inside. He was very worried that something had happened to the Demon King. Remembering Misa’s final instructions from last night, he rushed to find the God’s Envoy named Arlo.
The Demon King had said that if something really happened, only Arlo could help, and only Arlo could save him.
After hearing Oshien’s explanation of the whole story, Arlo fell silent.
When he accepted this job as a God’s Envoy, he had taken the initiative to learn about the strength of his future Demon King colleague.
He was the top student in the Demon King training class, a standout highly recognized by Alisa. His magic power was even deeper than that of Demon Kings who had gone through several generations of heroes. He didn’t think the Hero could injure Misa so easily.
Last night… something must have happened.
He felt that Misa should still be in his own room, so Arlo hurried over, knocked on Misa’s door, and said in a low voice, “Misa, it’s Arlo.”
No response.
Arlo: “…Did something happen last night?”
A moment later, the door opened a crack, revealing a small part of Misa’s face. He was still in his Demon King form, looking out with a very wronged expression.
Arlo cleared his throat and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
“That despicable, damned, scoundrel of a human Hero,” Misa shouted aggrievedly, “how could he grab my tail!!!”
Arlo: “…Huh?”
