The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

An alchemist who has not been pampered does not know that there is still big trouble coming to him.

Zhen Xingtian, Yu Tian made Fei'er bring all his alchemy achievements, packed them into a big burden, and then prepared some simple clothes and supplies, and prepared to go to the Supreme Heaven to recommend himself.

If the self-recommendation fails, she still has the contact information of the consul, so she can use a special channel.

The days of decadence are over, she should climb up more, only if she climbs high enough, will she have more chances to meet Ansair who has become the consul.

Thinking of this, Healing Angel's corona pupils began to shine.She is very confident in her alchemy. Those alchemists in the Supreme Sky can't compare with her level. When she meets a competitor, she will definitely not hesitate...

beat him!

She wanted the position of the first alchemist, to accompany the consul in honor.

Remiller, the number one alchemist in the heavens, suddenly felt the coolness blowing behind his back, and his heart became vigilant.It's a pity that both of them are too naive and optimistic, completely unaware that they are going to fight for the air.

Ansair left early!

Returning to the Demon Realm, the Demon King routinely checked his thriving tea garden, and the tea leaves in the Demon Realm called "Your Majesty" one by one, waiting for him to come and pick them up.

Ansair stroked the soft fiery red and gilded feathers of the phoenix, and the little golden bird was propped up by a single feather of one wing, doing push-ups, just like a strong man among humans does push-ups with a single finger.Judging by the rapid frequency of push-ups, Jinniao's body has obviously recovered, and...

Get stronger!

During this leisurely overtime working time, the prime minister with dark blue curly hair knocked on the door and entered, and some appeals just came from the human world.

"Sylvia, the head of the Demon Hunter Club, wants to seek powerful magic that can resist erosion from us, and said that she will exchange several new technologies."

The prime minister said slowly.

Sylvia had been in the Demon Realm for a while. Strictly speaking, the demon ministers in the Eastern Region could be regarded as half of Sylvia's teachers.Although this girl is still a little immature, human beings grow rapidly, and Andre has reason to believe that Sylvia's move has a lot of meaning.

It's just that he couldn't guess Silvia's intention for a while, he could only guess that it was related to the crusade against the monster emperor.

"An anti-corrosion magic?" Ansair raised his eyebrows, "Why do you need this... Wait."

He reacted, and his expression became serious.

Seeing His Majesty's expression, Andre naturally knew that His Majesty's wisdom had already guessed the intentions of human beings, ah, how stupid he is, he knows too little, and can only tire His Majesty to answer his doubts for himself.

"...Magic Sword." Ansair simply said a word, and Andre understood it instantly.

The head of the Demon Hunter Club and the current spiritual leader of the human world wants to...

Do you use the magic sword?

***

The silver-haired girl slowly opened the sealed box, revealing the magic sword inside.The magic sword seemed very quiet in the box, and Luther's consciousness was sinking inside. Hearing the sound, he leaned out to the outside world, wanting to know what happened.

Then, he only felt the silver-haired girl stretch out her hand, and accurately clenched his——

neck.

Luther: "..."

Being strangled by the throat of fate!

Because it is a familiar person, the magic sword did not stick out its spikes, but some things are still beyond the control of the magic sword itself.The powerful dark and corrosive force injured the silver-haired girl's hand, and the scar spread upwards, all the way across the wrist and forearm, and finally, the erosion stopped slowly before almost swallowing the entire arm.

It was clearly a pain that would make a strong man howl, but the silver-haired girl didn't even move her eyelashes.

Unlike Seros who used the magic sword before, Seros is so powerful that the magic sword can't even bear it. It will have too much carrying capacity just like Ansair used the holy sword, making the sword body hot.Sylvia doesn't have that much power. As a human being, she will even be backlashed by the magic sword.

Dark and sharp power flowed into the girl's arms, and countless twisted and resentful souls sighed and whispered in her ears.

Human beings, when you hold this magic sword, the destiny is here to predict——

Those who hold it will not die well!

"I'm fine." She even comforted Luther softly, "If I catch you uncomfortable, remember to tell me."

Luther was in a hurry, it wasn't the problem at all!Let him go!

... Doesn't it hurt? !

Black burn scars spread on the girl's white skin, but the girl completely ignored the pain in her body, and walked out the door steadily with the magic sword in her hand, her eyes shining.

Everything is to kill the monster emperor and prove the strength of human beings to the devil king; everything is to kill the enemies of human beings and save the entire human world...

The eroded wound doesn't even bleed, it just hurts sharply.In the haze, Sylvia seemed to see her father standing in the shade of the flowers again. The other party just smiled at her and then disappeared.Whispers heard in childhood still breed in the shadows behind the light.

[In the generation of the principal's family, there is only one girl left...]

【What can a girl do? 】

【The bloodline is about to be cut off...】

[To get married as soon as possible and give birth to an heir...]

The last princess and the last bloodline of the principal's family, in the common sense, only marriage can maximize personal value.Sylvia then recalled the proposal that she had presented to her desk, hoping that she could marry the brave Rhine, not only to leave a talented and powerful bloodline, but also to ensure that the brave would completely stand by the Witcher Club.

In addition, there are various proposals, which Sylvia only finds ridiculous.

Her swordsmanship is obviously better than anyone else, she can handle every matter properly and efficiently, and she never shames the family and the Witcher Club... She has worked so hard, why do those people still see only The identity of "girl" and "princess"?

She couldn't understand.

Finally, her thoughts drifted back to Edward's hospital bed.

The sunlight is filtered by the gauze curtain, and the spots are soft and warm when it hits the ground.The resurrection iris withered, and the knight woke up, looking at the scars on Sylvia's body in pain.

【Hill...no...Miss...】

【I am useless, I actually let you do it for me...】

Sylvia interrupted him, shook her head lightly to indicate nothing happened, then smiled.

[Edward. 】

Her voice was clear and crisp, and she had an unprecedented enlightenment.

【I really like you. 】

Before Edward could answer, she closed her eyes slightly again, with a smile on her lips.

[I also like the human world, and I like every important person I meet in my life. 】

She held the glass cover containing the completely withered iris in her arms, and gently stroked it.What she learned in the Demon Realm is not only high-end magic, but also the kind of freedom and respect that the capable will win without racial or gender prejudice.

The demons invariably told her that freedom and dignity are like horns on the head, indispensable.The devil told her that the horns on the head are just the evolution of dignity, and the real dignity lies in the heart.

So what about Sylvia's dignity?

When everyone is talking about the "princess"'s due ending in front of her, trying to suppress and conquer her; when everyone is telling her what the "princess" should do, let her be patient, wait, and live in a beautiful In the castle, I only pray for the brave man in the distance every day, and when the brave man returns, a happy wedding will be held.

【...A lot of people are in front of me, talking about the ending that "Princess" should have. 】

Sylvia smiled lightly.

【But Edward...】

[Princess and princess are also different. 】

***

The sound of footsteps echoed, and Sylvia, holding the magic sword in her hand, walked through the corridor and pushed open the door with one hand.Her fierce aura startled the crowd gathered for the meeting, and then, someone found the magic sword in her hand, and there was an uproar at the scene!

The person in charge actually held the magic sword!Will she be corroded by the magic sword?Will it be manipulated by the magic sword?At the critical moment when the monster emperor is about to be crusaded, the person in charge has become the biggest unstable factor. This is really...

However, the brave man and sage present looked at each other, and bowed to Silvia together with the holy sword.

They trust Sylvia, and believe that with her strong will, she will not be easily swayed by the power of the magic sword.And all the efforts and sacrifices made to enhance the combat power of the human side are worthy of respect.

The kitten Jasmine, who represented the position of the Silent Parliament, also bowed her head to pay tribute. She lowered her head so violently that the cat-eared witch hat fell off.She hurriedly raised her head, but she couldn't do it at all. It was Sylvia who smiled and helped her pick up the hat, and gently put it on her head.

The most powerful human beings have expressed their views, and the aliens have no objections. Even if some people in the field have opinions, they all have to hold back at this moment.Somewhat strangely, the Pope of the Holy Court, who was supposed to be the most repulsive of the magic sword, actually remained silent the whole time this time, with his eyes downcast and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Oneness...the oneness of the holy sword and the magic sword...

Thinking about it now, the words in the old covenant that I saw still impacted the Pope's heart.In addition to these, he also used the old covenant as a clue to find the records of the first generation of braves and sages.Although there were only broken chapters and fragments left in those records, the content was extremely astonishing, almost overturning the Pope's long-standing cognition.

Thinking of this, the pope's wrinkled cheeks twitched slightly.

When this meeting is over, he needs to have a private conversation with Silvia.

The leader of the new conclave inherited the name of Westem, he glanced at the Pope vaguely, and then at Sylvia.He inherited the conflict between the Secret Council and the Holy Court, and he knew that the Holy Court had the breath of an angel descending a few days ago.Being able to maintain such a close connection with the angel frustrates Westem, who has never received a response from the demon.

There was a moment of silence in the arena, and everyone stepped aside to make way for the girl holding the magic sword.

Sylvia held a sword in one hand, and was about to ascend to a high position to hold a meeting as the person in charge.She passed Rhine, and suddenly heard the brave man asking in a low voice.

"...Are you okay?"

Rhine's eyes fell on her hands that had been corroded by the magic sword, and Sylvia smiled and shook her head, and also said softly.

"I think that my life and will can at least last until the time when I can eliminate danger for mankind."

She is a princess, but there are differences between princesses.

The silver-haired girl has reached the highest point, and she stands on this high point overlooking the bottom, the brave, the sage, the witch, the pope...

She held the witcher badge in her palm, with sharp edges and corners, as if holding a wheat awn.

Princesses are different.

Some princesses choose to marry, some serve as the background of the story, and some princesses wear the highest crown and become——

queen.