Devil two hundred and five

"Ah! Ahh!"

You don't need to think about it to know that His Majesty's unscrupulous guy is reading me behind my back.I lay on the big soft bed, wiped off the snot, and thought drowsily.

I didn't mean to dump official business to him. To be honest, I personally like doing business very much, although most people would disagree with this.But His Majesty's health is worse than I imagined. I only wake up for a few hours every day, and most of them lie sick in bed.

...Sometimes I imagine His Majesty the King dragging such a bad body and handling government affairs so diligently. I am in awe of his tireless self-torture spirit.

"When will I see my brother Wang and ask the servant for instructions!"

There was a commotion at the door, and although Helen's mocking voice was not loud, it was very penetrating.I glanced at the adjutant holding the soup—I swear I've never hated this thing so much in my life—and waved my hand: "Let Helen come in."

"But Your Majesty, your illness is still not cured..."

"Do you want me to say it a second time?" I raised my eyebrows. His Majesty's prestige is still very effective. Although I am both His Majesty, if I say that with my own body, Minato will only face him. Pretending not to hear.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The adjutant bowed reluctantly, then retreated to the door, and whispered a few instructions to the guard.Only then did Helen enter the room. She straightened her collar and resumed her elegant and noble ladylike posture.She glanced at the medicine on the plate, and said to the servant: "Let me feed the medicine to Brother Wang. You all go out..."

Everyone's eyes fell on me, I was stunned for a moment, then waved: "Go."

Helen still doesn't know about me, His Majesty the King, and Minato swapping bodies. I'm also curious about what she wants to say to His Majesty the King.

The servants leave one by one, and the last one to go out closes the door.Helen held the bowl and put on a docile look. As soon as the door closed, she immediately put down the medicine bowl, stood up, closed the lily window, and closed the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

Following Helen's actions, the entire room was plunged into darkness, only the gold and precious stones on the decoration of the room were still emitting a faint light.

"Brother..." Helen adopted a less formal address, and unexpectedly, I could hear a trace of sorrow from that heartless, rotten girl in Helen, "...when did you start practicing dark magic again? gone?"

Ga?I was stunned for a moment, this name is not unfamiliar, usually, there are a large number of black wizards who practice dark magic under the devil king, they pursue extreme power, and finally sell their souls to the devil... All in all, these guys are very useful, It's a pity that the dark power will corrode their bodies, and a group of them will be belched in a few years.

"Wait..." You said...that guy Zeran Dia is practicing dark magic?

"Wait a fart!" Helen got angry. Once a beauty who usually pays attention to her image is torn off her image, she will be extremely scary.I was taken aback by her, because Helen directly put the potion on my face, "Is it fun to bear everything by yourself? Brother, can you stop being so arbitrary?"

...I, I am innocent.

Just thinking about it makes me sad.

"Your dark energy has been captured by the church's investigative magic circle...but I kept it a secret." Helen took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, "You'd better discard all that you have learned. Get rid of it, or try to cover up the dark breath, don't let it corrupt you... Otherwise, you don't need to learn to do it, you will kill yourself."

After listening to Helen's words, I finally realized.After all, the body of His Majesty the King is different from that of the Demon King. At least my body can accommodate as much dark power as possible, but if it is replaced by a king, it is just a little bit of power attached to my soul, and it can no longer bear it.

...It is also lucky for that guy. Now Minato is in the body of the Demon King. Minato is not only strong-willed, but also born of Atalon, the king of angels, so there is no need to worry about being corrupted by the dark power.As for His Majesty the King himself, Minato's body should be very comfortable after thinking about it...

... I am more and more looking for something to torment him. How can I break it?

"I see, Helen."

I sighed, although I was very annoyed by His Majesty the King, sometimes I have to admit that many things are difficult to do without him—for example, he is gone, I am the only male in the Bauhinia royal family, the position of the king will hit me on the head.

Therefore, I must ensure that this body is still alive and well before the king returns.But... But I really haven't learned how to restrain the dark power... It's really distressing.

Seeing that I was lost in thought, Helen also calmed down, and wiped off the lotion on my face and skirt with a handkerchief.I watched Helen finish all this in silence, and suddenly said, "Why don't we try to trust Francis?"

To be honest, I'm curious what Helen and His Majesty the King think about this point?

Helen froze for a moment, as if she didn't understand that I actually asked such a naive question: "That guy... is carefree, he hardly thinks about anything..."

Hello!I protested, I still had a lot going on in my head!

"So what if I tell him? If one day, the Church of Light breaks with the royal family, he will unconditionally stand on Minato's side. That is, Minato has always insisted on being a bridge between the royal family and the church. Facing the great enemy of this world, the Demon King, is it possible to show this harmonious scene."

Helen's blue eyes were clear, as if she had seen the end of the future: "But one day, the devil will be defeated, and there will be no room for maneuver between us and the church. There must be a battle between theocracy and kingship." ...Sometimes I really envy Francis, he followed Minato so confidently, even if he attacked his companion in the next second, he would not hesitate."

Wait, when did I feel relieved about Minato?

... I am obviously worried all the time that Minato will be abducted by others!

Helen also seemed a little disheartened after saying these words.She drew the curtains back, and the sun was pouring down, shining brightly on the fringes of her hair.Seeing that she was about to leave, I asked again in a strange way: "...What if Francis is the devil?"

"I don't believe in such a thing."

"I said, what if?"

Helen was startled, and then pursed her lips: "...I hope he is not, the fate of being an enemy of Minato is too cruel. And... if he is, so much bloodshed and sacrifice, there will be no more meaning, like a malicious joke of fate."

"...Haven't you been in love with each other for many years?"

"Nonsense, I'm so cute that although everyone kills each other, they love each other more, and finally let go of the hatred and have a romantic relationship together." Helen laughed, and she looked better when she smiled than when she was stern, "Brother, let me first gone."

With the increased activity of the dark forces, everyone is much busier than usual.

I dragged my cheeks and thought for a while in a daze.The servant came and went one after another, and helped me change my clothes.I stared at the dinner on the bed for a while, and finally put down my fork: "Kevin, what do you think?"

This guy has been studying how to repair his holy name artifact recently, and it was inconvenient for both His Majesty the King and Minato, so he ended up living in the palace.He directly opened a cabinet in the room, where he usually lives and sleeps.When Helen came, Kevin was there, but he didn't make a sound.

"Ah...cough, what did you say, Your Majesty?"

Kevin rubbed his messy hair, obviously distracted for a long time.

...Forget it, it was my fault for asking him.

"I said... I was thinking, the king obviously lives under the noses of everyone, how on earth did he come into contact with dark magic."

"There will always be opportunities." Kevin replied in that erratic voice that wandered far away, "...It's impossible to be stared at when you go to the bathroom."

After Kevin's reminder, I suddenly thought of a place.I jumped off the bed, the cold ground made me shiver, so I had to put on my shoes resignedly: "I know where it is!"

"Hey, Your Majesty, where are you going?"

I pushed open the door, and countless people saluted me along the way, and a few others wanted to follow.I dismissed them easily: "I want to visit the bedroom where I was a child, and I'll be back in a while, so you don't have to follow."

After turning a few corners, the small and delicate building appeared in my field of vision again. I walked through the rose bushes on the front lawn, and the afterglow of the setting sun evenly painted everything in orange.I trotted all the way into it.It has been uninhabited for many years, and many furniture have been removed, which greatly facilitates my retrieval work.

... I don't know why, but I always feel that the secret hidden in this matter has a special meaning to me.

But I obviously underestimated the carefulness of His Majesty the King. Although I am sure that the clue is definitely in it, no matter how hard I try, I can't find the key.Just as I was dejectedly stuffing a stack of newspapers back to its original place, there was the sound of walking at the door.

who is it?

I was trying to find a place to hide, but my feet went limp, and I sat on the ground directly—the time was running out...

"Crack." The door of the hall was slowly pushed open, and standing at the door was a woman holding a magic wand, wearing a court dress, with blue hair like the ocean, and a pearl-like radiance between her glances.

It was Helen who came.

She tapped on the staff, and the light blue enchantment took the top of her head as a fulcrum, and spread out quickly, covering the entire building.Immediately, the enchantment dimmed and became invisible.

Helen took a few steps forward, and soon, she found her destination: Helen knocked on the floor, groped for a handle from above, and pulled it open, revealing the door leading to the basement.

I watched Helen walk in slowly, and after a few seconds, another uninvited visitor flashed in from the door. He should have been by Helen's side for a long time before he could skillfully avoid the detection of the barrier.When I saw the man's face, I couldn't help being even more surprised—he was actually Brando.

Brando pursed his lips, without saying a word, followed Helen's path into the basement, and followed in.

At this time, the ghost floating above my head let me go.I fell to the ground, blinked my eyes, and didn't turn my mind for a moment.This is the first time I have seen a ghost, although in legends, ghosts are more famous than undead-ghosts are not living people, nor dead people, they are just a memory of a dead person, an emotion that cannot be let go.In folklore, there are many stories about ghosts traveling thousands of miles to fulfill their promises with living people. It can be said that they are the most harmless life forms with negative energy.

The ghost in front of me looked like a translucent boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing delicate clothes, with a pale face, and dark blue pupils and hair.The light of the setting sun shone on him, but it left no shadow.

That's right, saying that this person was so old when he died, it's likely that something he couldn't forget happened when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Who are you?" I thought for a long time, but I couldn't find such a person in my mind.

"I'm Ryder Dia." The young man introduced himself, "...His Royal Highness."

I froze for a moment, no matter if he called me the devil or the king, I wouldn't be so surprised, but the way he called me was something I never thought of: "Why do you call me that?"

"I can feel the Godhead of the Underworld in your soul. If you are not the Underworld God who has been missing for many years and has been dereliction of duty for a long time, who else can you be? No one can deceive us about the matter of the soul." Although the ghost is strictly not The dead, but it can also be said to be a kind of undead, and they are also people under the jurisdiction of the god of the underworld.

His answer left me completely bewildered.

Because I am the god of the underworld, countless undead will follow me to start this counterattack battle against the world of the living.

But, I... am I really the god of the underworld?