Dancing is not allowed on the grave

There is no day and night in the underground world, and the light element crystals above the palace are controlled by Lancelot. As long as he wants, he can never wake up here.

It has been a long time since Syl opened his eyes in a daze, but his eyes were still completely dark. His hand was held by another big cold hand and gently rubbed gently.

"Lancelot?"

"Ok?"

"Why are your hands so cold again?"

The cold body in the dark embraced him, making Syl shiver from the cold.

"Last night, His Highness called out the heat, saying that my body is cool and comfortable."

Syl frowned: "Really?"

"Yes." Lancelot licked his lips, "The hug is still very tight, and the whole body is wrapped around me and refuses to let go."

"what??"

"Don't remember?" He whispered in his ear, "Your Highness is so cute when he's drunk."

Syl frowned even tighter. He tried to recall last night, but only some fragments flashed in his mind.

For example - being caught out of the messy bed sheets with layers of folds, he grabbed the man's slender and cold fingers and bit them lightly, his whole body was hot, but cold liquid dripped down his cheeks.

"Don't cry, Your Highness." The man behind him comforted softly, but it was a deep one.

Syl hurriedly stopped recalling, blushing and spat at the Demon King who was lazily hugging him at the moment: "Lancelot, you are such a rascal."

"?" Lancelot looked up at him, "Didn't His Highness ask for more while crying?"

"Yes, is it?" Searle wavered a bit, and immediately denied "Impossible!"

"Your Highness doesn't believe it?" Lancelot said softly, "Next time I will record it with recording magic and show it to you the next day."

"???" Searle broke his voice, "You are perverted!"

The Demon King didn't mind him scolding, and nudged on his lover's collarbone and rubbed lightly: "That's how those people in the Holy See of Holy Light describe me."

The person in his arms was silent for a moment, then changed his words again: "I mean, it's dangerous to record this kind of thing, in case you repair the computer one day... Ah bah, that is, it's embarrassing to be watched by others accidentally."

"I don't think you're perverted either. I'm just joking. I said it casually...do you understand?"

"Lancelot? You're not bad, you're the best."

Lancelot suddenly laughed lowly, Searle stopped: "What are you laughing at?"

The man shook his head, just holding him lazily and not letting go.

"A long time ago, when I was a little fox, I was very afraid of hearing the sound of fine snow being crushed—because it symbolized that the hunter was coming."

After becoming the Demon King, Lancelot rarely mentioned his time as a fox. Searle breathed lightly and listened carefully to what he had to say.

"But since His Royal Highness appeared, I have been looking forward to the entrance of the cave every day, pricking up my ears to hear the sound of the snow being crushed, and poking my head out to look when I heard it. Although most of the time I am a hunter, as long as I see His Highness once, I will be very happy." For a few days, I rolled in the snow every day."

"Because I always bring food to see you?" Seale asked.

Lancelot was silent: "Actually, I don't like the food His Highness brought."

The eating habits of silver snow foxes are completely different from those of ordinary foxes, but His Royal Highness can only find out what wild foxes like to eat.

"?" Syl clearly remembered that in his few memories and dreams, the little fox ate up every time and wagged his tail, looking very satisfied.

"That's because His Highness got angry when he saw that I didn't eat when he came for the first time. He also said that I wasted food, that I was a bad fox, and that he would never come to see me again—but he came again after a few days."

Syl coughed: "True fragrance is the essence of human beings, you foxes don't understand."

"Later, His Highness bid farewell to me, clearly saying that he would return in triumph and serve me as the main course, but he never came back. I waited and waited on the top of the snow mountain every day, and finally the hunter came."

"Lancelot..."

"Don't worry, listen to me." Lancelot said slowly, "I never blamed His Highness, I think you are just lost, and you will come to me when you find your way home."

Until the last moment of his life, the little fox believed that His Royal Highness would come to save him.

Its vitality flowed away with the blood bit by bit, until the eyes could not be opened, leaving only a narrow slit, where a ray of light could be glimpsed, and it was still struggling to hold on. When it fell into the darkness, the little fox thought, Your Highness Maybe it's late, it doesn't matter, then pick up its body.

It is a beautiful fox, and its fur can be made into a warm scarf, so that His Royal Highness can think of it every winter and take it out to wear on his body.

But no, at last the little fox was left alone, rotting in Nathaniel's palace.

When he woke up again, he was already in that chaotic and ugly body, boundless cold and malice wrapped the little fox's fragmented consciousness.

Another powerful evil thought wanted to eat it, but was torn off by another thought.

The two consciousnesses tore each other, struggled together, and ended up hurting both, but it took advantage of it... It survived countless fights until the end, and became a demon king with true self-awareness. The purpose of revenge against Grezel was his The source of powerful abilities, but what supports his existence is another idea.

He is still waiting for His Royal Highness to come back.

This wait lasted until a thousand years later, when Syl appeared in front of him when he had lost all hope.

The appearance of this boy is exactly the same as that of His Royal Highness, but it doesn't seem to be him.

Those small differences were like a thorn in Lancelot's heart, preventing him from embracing Searle.

Moreover, he was afraid that His Royal Highness would raise the sword of judgment and point it at himself when he saw his true face and heard those terrifying legends.

What to do by then?Will he run away, or will he embrace Syl, die in the arms of his loved one, and disappear?

These results are not the most important. In fact, Lancelot is not afraid of death.

He was just afraid that in the eyes of His Royal Highness, he would also become the demon king who gathered all the evils in one body, an existence that needed to be wiped out and shouldn't be left in the world.

But the reason why the little fox stayed here was originally for him.

Lancelot restrained himself, even though he later found out that Searle was indeed the person he had been waiting for, he did not take the initiative to reveal it.

He knew that His Royal Highness was very brave, if he liked or wanted something, he would definitely tell him loudly.

As long as he is by his side silently, he will always be noticed.

And it does.

Gentleness is just the tip of the iceberg that Searle saw. He didn't know how much Lancelot still had such thoughts that took root in a small corner and grew into a towering tree.

Even if the devil consciously controls his own possessiveness and dark side, there will always be a telltale show, allowing Syl to easily catch his fox tail.

Syl knew some tricks, but he didn't mind, he was happy to be a little fool and indulge the desire of the devil.

He has never accused him of being chaotic, evil, and dark like others did. Lancelot can even imagine how His Highness sulks when he hears others speak ill of him.

"Thank you." Lancelot said softly, "No matter what the world thinks, as long as Your Highness still believes in me, everything is worth it."

"Of course I believe it." Syl took his hand. "Not only me, but the whole world will believe it in the future. Lancelot is the best monarch in the underground world, the best Lord Demon Lord."

It is also a gentle hand from the dark night, and a flower that blooms from the abyss.

Lancelot smiled softly, held Searle's face and kissed it gently.

Lingering and long, indulging in skin-to-skin kisses.

"Your Highness, do you know why flowers bloom in the abyss?"

"Because it also wants to see the sun."

The little fox came back from the dead, with only a little weak and broken consciousness. It knew that it had to go a long, long way, over the cold snow mountain, over the piles of bones, through the muddy swamp, and into the abyss of malice , lose everything, may be scarred, fall down, die, or go through all of these, but in the end still can't wait, can't see that person.

But it only has that little courage, even if it is lost, it still wants to work hard for him again.

why?

Lancelot looked at the clear eyes in the darkness of the man in front of him, and suddenly understood.

Because he is the little fox's sun, so warm and bright, even if it burns his paws, he still wants to touch it, chasing the footsteps of the sun all his life.

Searle laughed and hugged Lancelot tightly: "But Mr. Demon King, even the sun, some people think it's dazzling."

"Some people just like the night, the tenderness of the night, the subtle, ulterior emotions in the darkness, and those dark, obscure desires—I like them all, and I'm not picky at all."