Dancing is not allowed on the grave

According to legend, the Demon King has the power to destroy the world.

In fact, he could have done it if no righteous hero stood up to stop it.

But the brain circuit of the demon king in Losra is quite special. He has a stronger desire than those chaotic and restless evil thoughts.

He crusade against the Holy See of the Holy Light and took back what originally belonged to Nathaniel from the thief in Grezel, in order to wait for His Royal Highness Prince Nathaniel to come back, and then use this as a bargaining chip to allow him to hold a wedding with himself— ——The devil has no concept of betrothal gifts in his mind. As a chaotic and evil existence, coercion, imprisonment and tricks are the basic operations.

Although even the demon king's subordinates never thought about it, the wedding room of the devil king was prepared for the original owner of the room - His Royal Highness the prince who went to kill the evil god.

After all, His Royal Highness is a brave man standing on the side of justice, who knows that the Lord Demon King will only think of marrying a brave man.

As for leading the dark forces to destroy the world or something, they have to go back a row.

Thousands of years ago, when the curse came, the demon king moved the palace and all his subordinates to the ground of a small town where even the pope could not find him at the cost of breaking the space-attributed mythical equipment, but he also fell into a long sleep because of this.

Until the nobleman Noah in the town inspired the call of the mysterious underground power, he dug down and found the Necronomicon, and summoned him with the spell array recorded above.

When the devil just woke up, his strength and memory were not recovered, and he was forced to draw blood by Noah to sign a master-servant contract and become the butler of the castle.

When Noah tried to dig down to reveal the true underground world, the demon king regained his memory and some of his powers.

Due to the influence of the master-servant blood pact, he couldn't completely get rid of Noah's control, so he could only secretly set up restrictions to prevent him from discovering everything buried underground.

In fact, after Noah was killed, the completely unsealed Demon King stayed with His Royal Highness the whole time, and never went back to the underground world to inspect his palace. on the gate.

Now that Tamara has been liberated, the news of Lord Demon King's return has spread throughout the underground world as soon as possible.

Earlier, the skeleton guards said that they had seen Lord Demon King on the first floor of the dungeon, and everyone suspected that they had misjudged their eyes. This time they saw it with their own eyes.

After hearing from Tamara that the Demon King and His Highness the Prince had disappeared at the gate on the opposite bank, the old troops crowded on the bank of the lava river and waited eagerly, waiting for the Lord Demon King to issue orders.

Three days later, they waited for the news of the marriage of Lord Demon King.

and His Royal Highness Prince Nathaniel.

The old units are split.

The siren and the hell succubus collectively fell in love, and sat on the bank of the lava river and cried all day long, while the undead soldiers who originally belonged to Nathaniel arrived at the river bank under the leadership of Tamara, trying to open the gate with brute force. Rush into the palace to rescue His Royal Highness.

The waiters who were originally in the palace were much calmer - they had been serving in the palace before, and they knew that Lord Demon King was thinking about it for a day or two.

As for His Highness the prince himself... he was so angry that he had been scolding the devil in his room for three days.

"The devil king is amazing? Even if I, Cecil, starved to death and jumped from the lava river, I wouldn't marry him." The boy in the white dress tugged at the silver chain that tied his hands and feet, and reprimanded him in the direction of the door. "tui!"

"Click." The door was pushed open, and a teapot and teacups floated in with a food cart.

"Your Highness, you must eat enough to have the strength to escape." The teapot advised, leaning over and pouring out a brown liquid with a delicate fragrance into the teacup.

The teacup was half full, and it floated in front of Searle, "Your Highness is hoarse, drink some tea before scolding."

The stubborn Prince has not eaten a drop of water for three days, nor has he eaten a bite of food.

In addition to being angry, there is another important reason-who wants to drink water from a talking cup?

Searle looked away, pursed her lips and said nothing, and stopped cursing.

Familiar footsteps came from the end of the corridor of the palace and stopped at the door of the room.

Lord Demon King is wearing a black cloak with gray and white fur. The lapel, hem and cuffs of the long windbreaker of the same color are all rolled with dark red borders. There is a scarf on the front of the shirt, and two red and black belts are interlaced around the waist. Divide the already extremely slender figure into the golden ratio.

He lowered his eyes and glanced in, waved his hands to let the teapot and teacups go out, closed the door of the room and walked in front of Syl, the silver chain decoration on his body jingled.

Syl decided to treat him as a stranger, and lowered his eyes, his expression still angry.

"Your Highness." Lancelot pinched his chin and forced Syl to look at him, "Why don't you want to?"

"..." Syl frowned, and Lancelot took in all the anger in his clear eyes.

"As long as you marry me, this palace, treasures, crown and scepter, and Nathaniel's soldiers are all yours."

Searle really wanted to scold Lancelot in front of him now, but his lips were only trembling, and the words were blocked in his throat.

This liar devil pretended to be a butler and played him around, and now he is using Nathaniel's palace to threaten himself to marry him, which is nothing more abhorrent.

At first, Syl was just angry that Lancelot lied to him, but after being locked in the palace for the past few days, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Now, seeing that the devil is not pleasing to the eye, he can't say anything cruel in front of him, and only puts himself in front of him. I was almost out of breath.

"Your Highness—"

"Don't call me Your Highness." Syl finally couldn't help it. "You are not my butler, you are the devil."

Lancelot was startled, then laughed, "Yes, I am the devil."

"But what His Highness said not to be afraid of, doesn't count now?"

"I'm not afraid." Searle stared at him, "I mean what I say, but you fooled me around."

"Sorry." Lancelot apologized softly.

Because the equipment was broken during the space jump, although the palace, the dungeon and even part of the volcano were successfully transferred, the current underground world is upside down and scattered. Lancelot has just returned, and he was busy dealing with the old department two days ago. In a fit of anger, he refused to talk to him at all... Finally, the Lord Demon King, who found out that Syl wanted to escape, imprisoned him in the palace with a silver chain.

With such behavior, how could Syl calm down because of a flimsy sorry.

"No need to apologize, I just want to get out of here."

"As I said, Your Highness." Lancelot untied the silver chain on Seale's wrist and ankle, "Marry me, and you can come and go freely."

"You threatened me." Syl frowned.

Before Lancelot could untie it completely, he wrenched himself free from the fragile silver chain. With a crisp sound of "clang", the chain broke in two and fell to the cold marble floor.

Syl drew the Judgment Sword from behind, "Let me out."

Lancelot's dark eyes reflected the burning flame of the sword, and asked quietly, "If not, will Your Highness kill me?"

He recalled what Syl once said, and repeated it, "Put on the armor, carry the big sword on your back, and kill the devil?"

Now Syl does have the Armor of Ashes and the Sword of Judgment, and the Demon Lord stands before him.

His Royal Highness was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "I just want to get out of here, you want to conquer the world or have any other ambitions, I have nothing to do with you..."

"Your Highness." Lancelot suddenly raised his hand to hold the blade of the Sword of Judgment. The flames were burning in his palm, but he seemed to feel no pain. He just held Searle with his other hand in this position. Pressing against the wall, leaning over to kiss him.

Syl was startled, and quickly withdrew the flame of the sword, and was afraid that his actions would make the sword cut deeper in Lancelot's palm, so he dared not push him passively.

"I have no other ambitions."

Even the former subordinates who followed the Demon King couldn't imagine that the Demon King's ambition lies in this small palace.

"Why don't you want to marry me?" Syl heard Lancelot whispering in his ear and asked, "I can give you everything I have, and I will find a way to get what I don't have. All I need is a small reward from Your Highness... ..."

reward.

After Syl's ears caught the word, he suddenly couldn't hear the words behind it.

He only thought of the little foxes in the snow, who piled up berries one by one in front of him and wagged their tails.

Lancelot took back Nathaniel's treasures, crown and scepter, and even the palace, guards and attendants from Grezel, in fact, he just wanted to get a reward from His Royal Highness.

But the little fox has become a devil, he has become greedy, and even the way of asking for it has annoyed His Royal Highness, who can't rub the sand in his eyes.

Syl took a deep breath and said, "Let go."

Lancelot was startled, and obediently let go of the sword.

Syl frowned and took back the Judgment Sword. Seeing the blood on Lancelot's palm, he pursed his lips, "Where is the medicine?"

Lancelot probably guessed what he was going to do, and pointed to the living room, "If you can't find it, you can ask the broom."

Syl nodded with a sullen face, turned around and went out to get the medicine.

As soon as he left, the wound on the palm of the demon king with MAX regenerative ability began to heal by itself.

Lancelot saw Searle talking to the broom in the living room, looked down at the wound for a moment, then drew the dagger from his waist and slashed at his palm.

In short, when Syl came in with the herbs to stop the bleeding, he saw Mr. Demon King sitting on the edge of the bed obediently, the blood flowed unstoppably in his open palm, and soon there was a pool of blood on the marble floor, like a murder scene.

Searle: "..." Was it so serious when he just went out?

His Highness lowered his head to apply the medicine, and heard the Demon King gently smile and ask, "Your Highness is not angry anymore?"

As soon as Syl touched the deep wound with his fingers, he knew it wasn't the sword of judgment.

His Royal Highness was about to explode with anger. He frowned and relaxed several times with a sullen face, before he replied angrily: "Be angry, be angry, it's not that I don't want you anymore."