“All right.”
“Your rooms are right here. Please take some rest.”
Cecil led the two to their respective rooms and bowed slightly to them.
“Once dinner is ready, someone will come to inform you.”
With that, Cecil turned and left.
Standing at the doorway of his room, Kainster watched Cecil's departing figure and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At least, from the looks of it right now.
These demons didn't seem to have any intention of executing their hostages just yet.
Meanwhile, the polite expression on Cecil's face vanished the instant he turned the corner of the corridor.
Around the corner—
“Hey, that's your fellow clansman, isn't it? Aren't you going to say hello?”
He leaned against the wall, his tail swaying gently.
Cecil continued to tease Phelan, who was hiding around the corner taking notes.
“Cecil, you know my situation.”
Phelan had no desire to talk much about his own affairs.
“All right, Aliviel, have you eavesdropped enough?”
Cecil looked toward the empty wall beside the corridor and whipped his tail toward it.
“That's really an unpleasant way to say hello.”
The space around the wall twisted, and a hand caught Cecil's lashing tail.
Accompanied by a seductive voice, Aliviel emerged from the warped wall.
“Still better than a succubus who's been hiding in the wall and eavesdropping for who knows how long.”
The atmosphere between the two remained highly explosive.
Phelan stood to the side, silently holding up his recording stone.
【Record: Cecil and Aliviel are arguing over something meaningless once again.】
【Supplement: The average time it takes for the two to enter an argumentative state upon meeting is continuously shortening.】
【Speculation: This phenomenon has gradually become their daily mode of communication.】
Cecil suddenly stopped his bickering with Aliviel.
He turned his head and looked at Phelan, who was busy taking notes.
“Phelan~ Sometimes, you really shouldn't record these things right in front of people.”
Aliviel looked at Phelan as well.
A gentle smile appeared on her face, completely out of character.
“That's so true~ Phe-lan~”
Phelan's hand holding the recording stone paused.
He looked at the two who had suddenly reached an agreement, and fell silent for a moment.
“What do you want to do?”
The two exchanged a glance, then reached out and grabbed Phelan by his arms.
Phelan: “...”
“Do you know how cold the wind at the clock tower is?”
Cecil looked at Aliviel, who was holding Phelan's other arm, and the two nodded to each other.
“Let me go.”
Phelan tried his best to remain calm.
But his hand holding the recording stone seemed to tighten subconsciously.
“I believe we can have a more rational discussion.”
“It's too late for that now!” they shouted in unison.
A moment later—
At the top of the clock tower.
An elf hung upside down from the clock tower.
His clothes and long hair swayed gently in the night breeze.
He was even still clutching the recording stone tightly in his hand.
Clap!
“Nice job, Aliviel.”
“You weren't bad yourself, Cecil.”
The tacit understanding between the two in tying Phelan to the clock tower had improved significantly compared to when they had given directions to Ivelia.
Hanging upside down, Phelan calmly looked at the two high-fiving below him.
He raised the recording stone in his hand.
【Additional Record: When retaliating against the recorder, Cecil and Aliviel's cooperative abilities show a significant improvement.】
Cecil: “...”
Aliviel: “...”
It seemed hanging him upside down was still too light a punishment.
Meanwhile, Zona arrived in the room arranged for Kainster.
“...”
“It seems these demons are somewhat different from what we know, Your Highness.”
She had heard everything! Damn it!
Did these guys treat the two of them like invisible air? Or did they think the corners of the Demon King's Castle had excellent soundproofing?
She had heard every single word!
Phelan? It seemed it really was that person.
Zona shook her head. Now was not the time to worry about an elf.
She looked at Kainster in front of her. The prince, who had been trembling all over in the reception room just a moment ago, had completely stopped shaking.
He was now completely sprawled against the window of the room.
His gaze was fixed intently on the experimental field not far from the Demon King's Castle.
“Hey, come and look at this, Zona!”
Kainster's eyes shone with unvarnished excitement.
“These guys are actually farming right outside the castle! This is amazing!”
Outside the window.
Several demon residents were still busy working around the experimental field.
Kainster watched the figures conversing in the distance, his eyes filled with longing.
He had even begun to wonder...
...if he could go out there and help.
“Ahem. Your Highness, in our current situation, shouldn't we be more concerned about ourselves?”
Looking at the prince who was glued to the window, she reached out and grabbed Kainster's clothes.
Then, she dragged the Second Prince, who was still practically plastered to the window, back to the bedside.
“Wait!”
“Zona, I'm not done watching yet!”
“Please sit down properly first.”
Kainster was pushed down onto the bed.
He looked at Zona's exasperated face, he appeared surprisingly calm.
He was a completely different person from the trembling mess in the reception room just moments ago.
Zona stared at him.
“Your Highness, aren't you worried at all?”
Kainster fell backward onto the bed.
“What's there to worry about? Since the Guardian Dragon arranged for us to come here, she must have her reasons.”
Looking at Kainster, who was now lying lazily on the bed, Zona felt a headache coming on.
“Come on, we were planning on running away anyway. This place might actually be safer.”
Although his eldest brother was currently at the border, with their imperial father's passing and his own disappearance, as the only remaining heir to the throne in the open, the First Prince would definitely return to the capital immediately.
Kainster stared blankly at the ceiling. There was still one thing he couldn't understand.
Why did the Guardian Dragon decide to interfere in the affairs of the royal family this time?
Throughout Camillaya's history,
the Guardian Dragon had never once actively interfered in the royal succession.
“I really don't know what to say to you.”
Zona looked at Kainster lying on the bed, her headache only intensifying.
But Kainster simply raised his hand and waved it dismissively at her.
“All right, all right.”
“At least tonight, we don't have to worry about my brother sending people after us.”
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Ivelia was dragging Lin Ling back to her room.
“W-Wait a minute, Lady Demon King!”
Lin Ling struggled desperately against the hand holding hers. Even though she couldn't feel Ivelia gripping her tightly, she simply—couldn't! Break! Free!
Ivelia ignored Lin Ling, who was continuously trying to pry her hand away.
Lin Ling tried pulling backward with all her strength.
Her feet dragged two shallow lines across the floor.
Yet, it still had absolutely no effect.
It was only after they entered the room that Ivelia finally let go of Lin Ling's hand.
“Phew~ You finally let go.”
Lin Ling let out a sigh of relief as she looked at her finally freed wrist.
She chose to take a step back.
two hands bypassed her body and slammed heavily onto the wall behind her.
Thud!
When Ivelia's palms hit the wall, the entire wall vibrated slightly.
Lin Ling's body froze instantly.
She slowly raised her head.
Ivelia stood right in front of her.
She stared down at her, her purple eyes glowing with a dangerous, faint light.
Looking at the two arms flanking her, and the Demon King who was standing so close to her,
“Eh? Could this be... the legendary wall-slam?!”
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