Deep down, his heart told him this was only right—after all, Sebastian, as his steward, was supposed to handle these tasks. But his eighteen years of ingrained red ideology insisted otherwise; it told him this was exploitation.
These two opposing thoughts kept arguing in his mind, each trying to sway Anos completely to one side.
In the end, he surrendered to the values he had lived by for eighteen years.
Even though he no longer lived in his original world but had co to a realm filled with magic and unreality, and even though his body had begun to change—growing non-human curved horns and bat-like wings—none of this could erase the marks his original world had left on him.
It was like he couldn’t adapt to the demon realm’s bleak, filthy environnt, lacking the strong physique and power needed. He was like a human cloaked in demon skin.
Completely out of place.
In fact, he had a premonition: when he finally fully accepted and acknowledged his identity, he would beco a complete demon, and only then would he possess what he currently could not.
But this was sothing he would never tell anyone. He would never admit he was a demon!
Who wanted to live in a place where all they ate was mashed potatoes and where nothing but yellow sand and dirt t the eye?
Wailing softly, he longed for the days when he could eat roasted duck, coconut chicken, braised pork, hotpot, ice cream, chicken soup, spicy fried rice... He missed being able to eat ice cream and drink milk tea whenever he wanted.
This world was utterly inedible... no, it was utterly awful!
anwhile, the demon king on the other side nostalgically rembered the days of eating and drinking freely, while Sebastian, the white-haired steward, wandered casually with his group of followers.
Illiya stared at the increasingly desolate environnt before him; the whole elf felt awful.
It was as if—"Help! So troublemakers want to harm !"
A moonless night with dark wind and murders—didn’t that fit perfectly?
Had Sebastian been scheming from the start?
The darker the environnt ahead seed, the more Illiya felt it resembled a ferocious beast’s gaping mouth, waiting for them, the feed, to walk right into it.
Just as his mind was storming, the person ahead suddenly stopped, and Illiya, not paying attention, bumped into the other’s back.
His nose twitched, and tears nearly spilled down. So embarrassing.
Sebastian hadn’t expected the little elf trailing behind him to be so distracted the entire way; he didn’t even notice when he stopped. It amused him.
Suppressing a laugh, Sebastian teased, "Your Esteed Elf, what great matter are you pondering so seriously? Surely it can’t be about ?"
Hearing this, Illiya, for reasons he couldn’t explain, blurted out, "I’m wondering if you’re about to reveal your true colors, sweep us all up in one net, and wipe us out!"
Sebastian: ???
Illiya’s companions: ...?
The demon lords: Wow, this little elf’s got guts! Love it, love it!
Realizing what he had just said, Illiya’s whole elf was mortified.
He couldn’t help but close his eyes, refusing to look at Sebastian’s expression.
Ah, help! If there really is a god, please rewind ti, thank you.
He truly ant it.
Sebastian had only ant it as a joke, but he hadn’t expected this little elf to really be thinking about him—just, maybe not in the right way.
"I’m wondering if you’re about to reveal your true colors, sweep us all up in one net, and wipe us out."
As this phrase replayed in his mind, Sebastian’s expression grew subtle, mixing affection with amusent.
How badly must this elf have imagined him? Or, more accurately, how grudging could he be?
Wasn’t it just a little trick earlier this afternoon? Yet the elf still rembered so clearly.
But Sebastian sowhat missed this kind of personality in blond elves. After all, the current High Elf Priest Aelric, who looked aloof and indifferent, seemingly untouched by the world, was exactly like this.
He appeared indifferent to everything, yet was extrely petty and grudging.
Should Sebastian say, "This little elf truly is the disciple of the High Priest"?
Sebastian didn’t even know what to say.
He glanced at the blonde elf whose expression was sowhat on the verge of collapse, feeling a bit restless. He knew he couldn’t defeat the High Elf Priest, but maybe he could bully—or rather, teach—a lesson to the High Priest’s second-in-command, Illiya Faelorien?
As for whether the petty High Priest would take revenge... well, that would be sothing to deal with later.
Having made up his mind, Sebastian’s "demonic grasp" was about to reach out toward the blonde elf who was in a state of social death.
The smile that had been tugging upward on his lips instantly fell, and sohow a trace of sorrow appeared between his brows. The entire aura of this demon shifted, becoming fragile and lancholic.
Sebastian pretended to sigh deeply, bitterness thick in his tone: "So this is how I look in your heart, Illiya. Do I really seem like so kind of demon who’s done nothing but wicked deeds?"
Illiya had not yet responded, but the expressions of those standing behind him started to change noticeably.
Seoryun simply thought Sebastian’s expression was too fake—he didn’t seem any more genuine than Illiya himself. It was unclear what he was trying to fool so child with.
Suddenly, he rembered: by elven reckoning, Illiya was basically just a child.
Oh, so Sebastian was trying to trick this little elf child, huh?
Truly... impressive.
The other six demon lords’ expressions beca even more vivid. It was their first ti hearing Sebastian speak like this, their first ti discovering that a certain white-haired demon could play the "pitiful" card!
A true marvel of the demon realm.
However, as they recalled the bloody storms Sebastian had once unleashed on the demons and the people in the main continent, without any need for threats from the protagonist, they imdiately reined in their smug and mocking looks. They all bowed their heads uniformly, avoiding looking forward, choosing to maintain absolute silence, pretending to be blind and deaf.
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