Chapter 35: A Bright Future part 1
Misha looked awkwardly at the Incubus who had appeared out of thin air, feeling a bit flustered.
He had recited this Incubus’s name three times and successfully summoned him to this spot. But he had no time to explain the situation to the bewildered demon. He could only brace himself, nod awkwardly at the obviously confused Incubus, and before the demon could open his mouth to call him “Lord Demon King,” shout out the next name loudly, trying to drown out the Incubus’s confusion.
But these damn names were really, really, really too shameful!
Misha’s face flushed red.
He found it incredibly difficult to read the names on the list. He was also terrified that if he read a few more, another Incubus would appear with a poof. One instance was fine, but if it happened repeatedly, even a fool would get suspicious!
Fortunately, just as he was repeating the second name, Lance stood up.
“Can I look around?” Lance politely asked Ashby. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
Misha wished he could send Lance away immediately.
As long as Lance was gone, he could use magic to summon all the Incubi back and explain the situation clearly so they wouldn’t expose his identity.
Arlo, as a Divine Envoy, consciously stood up, trying to help his Demon King colleague Misha with his plan: “I’ll accompany youâ”
Lance: “No.”
Arlo: “…”
Arlo sat back down numbly.
Damn it. Another day of being hurt by the Hero.
But besides Lance, there was someone else who needed to be sent away.
After Lance walked away from the palace front, Misha hurriedly turned his head and signaled to the suffering Arlo, who had just been hurt by the Hero, to quickly take the loyal church believer Samuel away.
Arlo had to look tremblingly at Samuel, feeling a phantom ache in his leg, and said, “I… I also want to wander around casually.”
Samuel couldn’t wait to stand up and follow Arlo: “I’ll accompany you! Envoy Arlo!”
Excellent. The other obstacle is gone.
Misha finally breathed a sigh of relief and seriously checked the Incubus names on the listâ
Misha: “Mm…”
Misha: “Mm…”
Misha: “Mm…”
No, I can’t say even half a word.
“Ashby.” Misha decisively threw the list into Ashby’s arms. “Think of a way to call them all back quickly.”
Ashby: “…”
When Lance returned, the venue was already filled with Incubi.
The sight of so many Incubi gathered together was, visually speaking, very, very strange.
Lance’s gaze swept across the first row, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter, barely able to contain his dissatisfaction.
Misha felt uncomfortable too.
Following Lance’s gaze, he felt that even if you stitched together the clothes of all the Incubi in the first row, you probably couldn’t make a single complete outfit.
And that was just the first row.
The Incubi behind were even more unsightly. He didn’t know where these Incubi had been summoned from, but aside from their revealing attire, some had strange flushes on their faces and were breathing oddly. Even compared to the other scantily clad Incubi, they appeared somewhat disheveled.
Misha didn’t dare think about what strange things these Incubi had been doing.
Samuel followed behind Lance. Seeing so many disheveled humanoid creatures for the first time, he felt his gaze was inappropriate no matter where he looked. To make matters worse, quite a few Incubi were winking at himâthey had been warned by Ashby beforehand that the blond youth was the strange human Hero and shouldn’t be provoked. But as for the others, aside from the Demon King, they naturally flirted however they pleased.
Samuel’s face was beet red, and he was at a loss. Lance’s gaze shifted between Samuel and the group of Incubi a few times, becoming increasingly certain of his thoughts.
Reform was imminent.
Lance turned to look at Ashby, who was trying hard to minimize his presence, and said, “Ashby.”
Ashby looked up in terror.
Lance: “Since you are coerced by me, shouldn’t you obediently listen to my words?”
Ashby: “…”
Here it comes.
This hateful Hero is starting again!
Thinking of being forced to wear those tasteless pants, he could barely suppress his grief and indignation. He didn’t know what demon-defiling thing this hateful Hero would do next, but restricted by the contract’s magic, he painfully nodded to show his submission to his master.
Lance: “Good.”
He hooked his finger at Ashby, signaling him to come over. He had an order to give, requiring Ashby to do something against his will. Unable to control himself, Ashby walked over in agony, stood before Lance, and obediently lowered his head to listen to the order.
No one knew what Lance said. They only saw Ashby’s face change abruptly and heard his high-pitched cry of resistance.
“No!” Ashby panicked. “I can’t, I cannot do that.”
Lance: “Ashby.”
Ashby trembled all over, resisting forcibly for a long time, but eventually lowered his head in trembling defeat, whispering his submission with a sense of failure: “…I understand. I’ll go prepare it now.”
Misha: “…”
This isn’t right! What evil things is this Hero, who is supposed to represent light, doing?!
Looking at Ashby’s expression, Misha felt the Hero had done something heinous, while Ashby was a poor little white flower forced to comply, his every move restricted by the evil Hero. This pitiful appearance was truly heartbreaking.
This looks like the Hero took the script of the evil Demon Kingâ
But clearly, I am the Demon King! Why can’t I be this bad!
Misha gasped, about to ask the Hero what terrible order he had given Ashby, when he suddenly heard Deventer beside him gasp sharply, seemingly unsteady on his feet as he grabbed the table next to him for support.
Misha: “?”
Misha looked at Deventer in confusion.
Deventer’s face was pale, his body trembling uncontrollably. He turned numbly to look at Misha and asked shakily, “He… he isn’t going to do that kind of thing, is he?”
Misha: “Eh?”
Deventer: “He can’t, he can’t do that kind of thing!”
Misha scratched his head. “Eh? What kind of thing?”
Deventer covered his face, as if trembling and finally making up his mind, whispering with a slight sob, “If it must be done, I am willing to do it for him.”
Misha scratched his head vigorously. “Eh? What is it?!”
Lance glanced coldly at Deventer and said, “You won’t do.”
Deventer was in agony and was about to speakâ
Lance: “You are already wearing clothes.”
Deventer: “…Ah………”
In an instant, he seemed to retract his pained expression, even holding back his tears. Trying his best to keep a straight face, he turned numbly to look at the other side of the venue, absolutely unwilling to mention the reason for his strange behavior just now.
Misha: “…”
So what exactly was Deventer thinking about just now!
A pained Ashby was already peeking out from a room within the venue.
His clothes were neat. Although the chains and gold ornaments were still there, and a bit of his lean, straight waist was slightly exposed, overallâfor the first time in three years, Misha saw Ashby dressed like a normal person.
He opened his eyes wide in shock. Beside him, Deventer covered his face, evidently extremely ashamed of his strange conjecture just now.
Ashby walked up to Lance.
Lance was very satisfied.
Good, finally not an eyesore.
He breathed a sigh of relief, patted Ashby on the shoulder, and turned to look at the group of stunned Incubi below.
“See that?” Lance said. “This is your example.”
Misha: “…”
The Incubi: “?”
Lance added, “Ashby.”
With tears in his eyes, Ashby sniffled hard, looking up at the azure sky with glistening teardrops.
“It is like this,” Ashby said to all the Incubi. “From now on, his orders are my orders. Whatever he says, you must all obey.”
Silence fell over the venue. All the Incubi were astounded by Ashby’s words, unable to fathom why, one day, their King would tell them to obey a human Hero’s commands.
And this human Hero had already issued his first order to all the Incubi.
“From now on, this is your dress code,” Lance said, pointing at Ashby. “Now, put on some pants first.”
The Incubi: “???”
Lance set a strict dress code for the Incubi.
He didn’t want to restrict the Incubi from showing their beauty. Sexy was fine, of course, but the previous near-painful vulgarity… he hoped the Incubi would try not to continue that.
Even if they wanted to continue, it was best not to do so in public. As for what the Incubi wanted to do in private, he didn’t care and didn’t want to care.
Misha had no choice but to stand behind the Hero and nod at the Incubi.
He also felt the Incubi’s attire was too much of an eyesore. It made him uncomfortable, feeling that no matter where he looked, he seemed like a pervert engaging in harassment.
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