I appeared in the Ninth Realm, and the news of the awakening of the former Demon King quickly spread throughout the realms of gods and demons.

Seven days later, Kunil sent a demon to ask the current Demon King to discuss diplomatic matters with the God Realm.

Dwyer left and I was able to hang out.

During these seven days, my memory returned to 60 years ago——

At that time, while I was looking for Deville, I was tempting angels. I didn't expect that 40 years later, the most proud Seraph in the God Realm would fall into the Demon Realm and sleep on the same bed with me.

Exploring my own memory is a very interesting thing. I am not in a hurry. I come out of the lord's palace and walk on the street, comparing bit by bit the difference between today's Ninth Domain and 60 years ago.

Hmm...there are far fewer angels on the street.

No, it's not that there are fewer problems, there are none at all.

After the carnival of Sleepy Day passed, the entire Ninth Realm lost the layer of white floating on the surface, just like the reefs in the sea that intercept the waves. When the white froth disappeared, all that was left was silence and pure darkness.

I flew in the direction of Angel Street, and was attracted by a school of magic on the way.

When did the Ninth Realm have a school?

I flew across the sky, stopped on the roof of the magic school, and looked down from the roof——

The newly built magic school is not small, and its layout is a copy of the school in the seventh domain. A solid barrier is set up around it. From the perspective of strength, it can at least prevent three or four waves of students from being destroyed.

A little devil flew up from below and stopped in front of me. His eyes were wide open, shining brightly, and he opened his mouth several times, "Master Lan, Lan, Lansa! You really woke up!"

A vague outline appeared in my mind, seeing his appearance, I asked in surprise, "You know me?"

"You don't remember me? You brought us to the Ninth Realm ten years ago, I am, I am..."

The little devil was so excited that he was incoherent, eager to prove his identity, he spun twice in mid-air, said "ah", and passed his hand in front of me, "You even signed my name yourself!"

There is a magically etched name on the back of his hand, and the magical fluctuations floating on it are obviously from my hand.

But I'm not impressed at all.

"Why did I bring you—"

Before he could finish speaking, a fallen angel with four wings came out from the teaching building: "Bobby, are you following—Lanza??"

It seems that I met an acquaintance again.

As if he was not an ordinary acquaintance, he flew to the top of the teaching building, looked me up and down, left and right, and rushed towards me like an arrow.

I dodged to one side, but he jumped at nothing, and immediately showed an aggrieved expression, and complained: "You have changed, Lansa, you used to say that I was your little sweetheart, but now I haven't seen you for so many years, you actually You won't even let me give you a hug!?"

"..."

impossible.

Even if I lose my memory a hundred times and a thousand times, it is impossible to say such disgusting words.

He made a gesture and wanted to pounce again, I warned: "Stay away from me, I have a lover."

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