When Louis heard the slimy sound and Mrs. Adonis’s voice grow clear, he no longer slept with the blanket over his head; he lay normally, body straight, hands folded on his stomach.
It seed the lock ant nothing—why? Because Mrs. Adonis was, after all, a mber of this household?
Still, Louis’s breathing sounded steady.
"Scrape..."
Plop!
The wet, sticky sound drew closer, then ca the drip-drip of liquid falling to the floor like rain—only these drops felt heavy and tacky.
Louis felt sothing cold land on his cheek and run down like a tear, carrying a fishy stench and a salty tang.
This rouse him. He frowned slightly and blinked, drowsy until he opened his eyes fully.
In the dim light, Louis could see a face pressed close—less than ten centitres away—covered by a sheet of skin so thin it was almost translucent.
Mrs. Adonis’s wide eyes were rolled open; her mouth curved into a gleeful smile, sli spilling out and soaking Louis’s entire neck—leaving a disgusting, sticky dampness.
She laughed in an overblown way; when she opened her mouth, countless tongues writhed inside, and her voice was oddly choked.
"I know—you are not Louis, not my son..." she rasped.
Louis answered coldly, "Mother, you woke up."
He stared straight at Mrs. Adonis; his brows knitted, never looking comfortable. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, making him seem even more gloomy and cold.
Mrs. Adonis faltered, apparently taken aback by his reaction. Louis raised a hand and shoved her away. "You dirtied ."
Then he climbed down from the bed. The mont his feet touched the floor, his expression darkened further. "You dirtied my floor too."
Mrs. Adonis bared her teeth, about to speak, when Louis suddenly tilted his head and fixed her with a razor-sharp look. A bright red tint seed to spread in his eyes. An invisible pressure rolled off him and filled the room, pinning Mrs. Adonis’s body to the ground at once.
Her eyes widened. With Louis’s stare, she felt an instinct’s call—primitive fear pressing so hard she could not breathe. Her face was nothing but terror and horror, as if the blood in her veins was boiling, urging her to flee—yet her body refused to obey. She would die—would die from a single look from Louis.
At the sa ti, Mr. Adonis and Lena opened their eyes in the darkness, their pupils trembling.
Far away, the head of the Andersen family collapsed to his knees:
"This... this can’t be... is this real...?"
A Demon Lord had descended among them!
Mr. Andersen’s eyes quivered with excitent as they fixed on the distant location—the direction where the Adonis mansion stood.
Louis coldly stared at Mrs. Adonis’s desperate gaze. Finally, he turned and walked into the bathroom, his voice icy as he said,
"Get lost."
At that mont, Mrs. Adonis felt the crushing weight pressing down on her body vanish completely. She burst into tears, drifting away like a stream, no longer slow and slug-like.
Click!
The bathroom door closed. Louis calmly approached the toilet and imdiately vomited.
But he expelled nothing but stomach fluids—after all, he hadn’t eaten anything since the evening, only listening to Mrs. Adonis wail incessantly.
The only saving grace was that his body didn’t feel overwhelming hunger.
Exhausted, Louis collapsed beside the toilet, his face a mask of indifference. Damn it, Mrs. Adonis’s earlier appearance—especially when she opened her mouth to reveal that writhing mass of tongues—had nearly made him pee his pants! And she had truly intended to eat him.
Luckily, Louis had prepared for every possibility in advance. Finally, he chose to use the [Demon Lord Card (10s)], the highest-ranking demon card in his Store, spending 500 credits to maintain ten seconds of supre lord power.
In any case, it was obvious that Mrs. Adonis had been terrified. She fled smoothly and efficiently, likely praying that this was the highest rank in the world. If so, Louis’s path forward might be a little easier... at least he wouldn’t have to fear being suddenly devoured by a "family mber" in the middle of the night.
Louis quickly took a two-round shower, then dragged his exhausted body back to bed.
The floor was spotless by this ti, and the bed showed no stains—as if Mrs. Adonis had never visited.
The next morning, the mont Louis opened his eyes, he was hit with a wave of pain. His head throbbed violently, as if it were about to explode.
Even without looking in a mirror, Louis could guess that dark circles had ford under his eyes. He had tossed and turned all night, barely catching so sleep by early morning. But it didn’t matter—if anything, it added to his gloomy aura.
Louis pressed the bell on his dressing table. Very quickly, a servant appeared to help him change clothes.
"Louis, you’re finally up! Co on, let’s eat—today I told the chef to make all the dishes you like!" Mrs. Adonis’s cheerful voice rang out as Louis reached the stairs, as if nothing had happened yesterday.
At the sa ti, Louis noticed Mr. Adonis and Lena seated in the room. Lena was understandable—she had promised to take Louis to the Andersen house to apologize today. But why was Mr. Adonis here?
Louis had barely sat down when Mrs. Adonis hesitated, saying,
"Louis... about last night..."
Facing Louis, she choked slightly. Clearly, Louis no longer looked threatening; he even seed sowhat appealing. Yet instinct still made her fearful.
Louis tilted his head and slowly said,
"What happened last night?"
Mrs. Adonis couldn’t hide her astonishnt.
Mr. Adonis and Lena exchanged glances.
Mrs. Adonis stamred, about to speak, when Mr. Adonis suddenly roared,
"Talking nonsense when it’s ti to eat? Louis is hungry! If my precious son loses weight, will you take responsibility?!"
Yesterday, he had called Louis Mrs. Adonis’s useless son. Today, Louis has beco his beloved son. Mr. Adonis’s skill at flipping his attitude could not be underestimated.
Mrs. Adonis pressed her lips together, her expression full of frustration. Lena said gently,
"All right, Louis, eat first. Later, we’ll go to the Andersen house together."
Her face now bead with a calm, gentle smile, perfectly matching her soothing voice.
Louis looked at the food on the table. Today, everything had returned to everyday—ordinary dishes, no wriggling worms, no toads, and no moving egg yolks.
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