Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty Chapter 412: Substitute Bride of the Demon King (16)

Yue Ran: After all, how could I miss out on witnessing the miserable appearance of the scum male protagonist? That would be such a pity!

Yue Ran stood outside Silas’s bedroom and asked anxiously from outside the double doors, "Your Majesty, what happened to you? How did you suddenly beco so seriously injured?"

The original plot indicated that Silas did not abandon good to embrace evil. In fact, he was both good and evil at the sa ti, just like the duality of his magic.

Silas’s mother is a witch. He inherited the dark magic core from her. The magic core was originally sealed, but after he reached adulthood, the seal was lifted. Endless dark energy began to surge through his body. It was also this dark energy that enabled him to defeat the previous Demon King and claim his position.

The magic he originally practiced just happened to clash with this dark energy. At that ti, Silas could not integrate and balance the two light and dark auras well. Every ti the moon was full, he could not control the collision of the two auras, causing him to suffer splitting headaches and unbearable pain in his body until now. He could only rely on himself to get through it.

At this mont, Silas had a severe headache, and his eyes were bloodshot as he opened them. He was in a state of uncontrollable anger and rage.

"Get out of here! Who asked you to co here?!" Silas grabbed the vase on the bedside table and smashed it over with murderous intent in his eyes, as if he wanted to murder soone in cold blood. "Get away from ! Scram!"

The injured Demon King was in a state of frenzy, looking more unhinged than usual and more volatile than ever before. Delicate pieces of porcelain, each a stunning testant to craftsmanship, and exquisite glass artifacts lay in shards on the floor, creating a chaotic spectacle at the entrance of his opulent bedroom.

The male protagonist did not allow anyone to approach him. The guards and maids who dared to co close without permission, either out of concern or duty, found themselves repelled by his wrath and were forced out with serious injuries. The atmosphere was thick with an oppressive sense of danger, a dark on of the Demon King’s turmoil.

Yue Ran hid behind the door and did not enter rashly, not willing to suffer any pain for nothing. She called out cautiously from outside the room, "Your Majesty..."

Silas spat out another mouthful of blood, the tallic taste acrid against his tongue, and his body staggered against the edge of the bed. The pajamas he was dressed in had wide sleeves, and they slipped down with his movents, revealing a pale white wrist.

At this mont, the dark energy within his body was surging, and a wound on his chest had yet to heal. It was a sword wound that Ellie accidentally stabbed him with not long ago when he found her, which only intensified his obsession with her.

As he glanced at Leila standing in the open door, he felt increasingly irritable and could not help but let out a frown. That appearance of hers confused him for a mont. Then again, she was not Ellie. Ellie would not look at him with such heartache and affection, nor would she show such anxiety when he was in pain.

What exactly does this woman want? What does she want from him?

Silas was abruptly seized by another fresh wave of splitting headache that crashed over him like a relentless storm. Each pulse reverberated through his skull, leaving no room for distraction or respite. His mind, once sharp and focused, now felt like a thick fog settling over a distant landscape, blurring the edges of his thoughts and making it hard to hold onto any clarity. His consciousness beca increasingly blurred beneath the relentless throbbing pain.

In that mont of vulnerability, Yue Ran perceived an opportunity and moved forward with quiet grace. She approached him softly, her voice a gentle murmur.

"Your Majesty," she began, her tone laced with concern, "may I help you lie down? I believe it would bring you so relief and allow you to rest more comfortably."

The other party neither responded nor rejected her suggestion. In any case, a lack of response ant a silent acceptance.

Recognizing that Silas was at his weakest and could do nothing to her, Yue Ran took another step forward and walked to the inside of the bedroom and said, "I will not hurt you; I just want you to stop suffering so much, Sil..."

When Silas heard Yue Ran say "Sil," he suddenly reached out and grasped her wrist. Yue Ran imdiately rushed forward to support his shaky body from falling. The man’s tall and aesthetically proportional body that fell on her nearly knocked her down with his heavy weight.

"It is you, right?" he asked.

Silas slled a faint, gentle fragrance from Yue Ran.

The male protagonist had clearly mistaken her for Ellie. Yue Ran was montarily stunned before a gentle expression graced her features.

"Yes, it is ," Yue Ran said softly. "It is , husband. What is wrong with you?"

Of course, Yue Ran understood that within the tangled web of his confusion lay an opportunity. The more confused Silas was at this ti, the easier it would be for her to get close to him. This was her chance to breach the walls he always kept fortified. Otherwise, with the temperant of this scum male protagonist, she feared he would never allow her get close to him for eternity and beyond.

But today— today was different.

Silas was genuinely dizzy and muddled at this mont. He leaned back slightly, his brows furrowing deeper in puzzlent; his gaze was unfocused, and he looked as though the very ground beneath him had shifted. His fingers moved instinctively, clutching at hers and pressing them gently against his temples.