Chapter 15

1

"Why didn't I feel any fear from the Demon Dragon in front of the Demon Lord?" Lilith's statement was indeed correct.

"What they fear is not the present me, but the past me, the me who no longer exists. Just the similarity in my actions and tone is enough to remind them that the older the Demon Lord, the more they are like this. It's like hearing about how terrifying a tiger that eats people is, versus actually seeing a tiger that eats people."

"It's not scary to me!"

"That's just because you are scarier than the tiger, just a little tiger cub."

After we left, the conversation between the Demon Lords continued.

Although King Yue was not very smart, he wasn't a fool either: "It's obvious that the Demon Dragon was talking about you!" He tapped his head with his heavy hands.

"Shut up!"

"Hehe, the Demon Dragon despises things he can't control. Although punishment is not the scariest, his gaze and aura have never left anyone unscathed." Frost Lord remained calm. Although my words were not directed at him just now, he had experienced the feeling of being targeted by the Demon Dragon. He was afraid to experience it again, but he was not afraid to be with the Demon Dragon. Even a strict father would not put his son in a situation of certain death. In Frost Lord's eyes, the Demon Dragon was not absolutely terrifying, nor was he absolutely friendly. He used to think that the Demon Dragon was the Demon Dragon as long as he was in his position, but once he left that position, he was a friend.

"Does the King of the Underworld mean that all the new Demon Lords are puppets I set up? Like a replica of the pyramid model of the Demon Dragon?"

"Is it that Frost Lord no longer dreams of getting rid of the Demon Dragon?" said the Snow Queen.

"Is this something your sharp-tongued mother said again?"

"My mother only has sharp words for you!"

"Haha! That old woman."

"My mother also said that you are like a bird that bows its head in front of the Demon Dragon. Just now, even the Demon Dragon Majesty told you not to shake!"

"Yeah, I feel like we could start a fight, what do you think?" With a joking tone, the Wind King said to the silent Thunder King beside him, "It's pointless to talk to you, you wooden man! I say you still pout with an owl's expression. You're not convinced that I call you a wooden man, are you?"

"Snow girl, can you speak a little more kindly when referring to Frost Lord as your father?" King Yue, fearing that there would be no chaos in the world, said things he shouldn't.

"Father? I haven't had a father for a long time!"

"Bam!" Frost Lord smashed the chair with a palm, stood up, and pointed at the Snow Queen with twitching facial muscles, "I will let you know today what kind of person your father is! I regretted letting her take you away when you were still a demon infant!"

"Very well, today I will let you know about the daughter you haven't seen in millions of years, the Demon Lord who stands equal to you now!"

"Woof woof!" The Spirit Lord wanted to summon her two favorite evil dogs without hesitation, but innocently said, "I'm just being cautious, after all, the room is not big, I just want to ensure that I won't be harmed! You guys continue."

"A father is just a joke to me! It's a joke that I can't even laugh at when it's spoken."

Ignoring the provocative words of the Snow Queen, Frost Lord drew his exquisitely carved ice sword. The chilling aura was suffocating, but that was only for ordinary people. The Demon Lords were used to it.

The Yuki-Onna gracefully raised her right hand, and a blizzard rose from under her feet, swirling around the meeting room.

The storm suddenly receded, revealing snowflakes, sharp and beautiful, flying in various graceful arcs in the air. The Frost Lord exuded a chilling aura, as his ice sword sliced through all the snowflakes, making his way forward, clearing a path.

The tip of the ice sword was just in front of him when the Yuki-Onna extended her five fingers. The snow and wind twirled between her palm and the sword, effortlessly controlling the snowflakes which acted like concealed weapons. Although snow is normally soft, in her hands it became as hard as Forst Lord's sword.

The Yuki-Onna, with her elegant figure, swiftly glided past the Frost Lord, as if a magnificent garment was fluttering, devoid of any bones and utterly flexible.

"Ding ding ding..." The snowflakes, manipulated with precision, emitted an unusually sharp sound as they rubbed against each other.

The Frost Lord reversed his sword, and its blade cut straight through the snowflakes, forcing them to scatter and embed themselves in the walls.

Under the cover of the snowflakes, the Yuki-Onna suddenly pulled out an ice spike from her sleeve, swiftly stabbing towards the Frost Lord's armpit.

"Hey hey!" Suddenly, a pair of iron fists intervened, one hand holding the Yuki-Onna and the other restraining the Frost Lord's sword. It seemed they were trying to mediate the situation.

"You two can fight, but choose a different location. This place is not suitable!" said the person, who was none other than Yue Zha, with his fists brimming with cold air and snow.

The antique building was weak and on the verge of collapse due to the cold aura and swirling snow. However, Yue Wang was using his control over the gravel to keep the building intact. In a blink of an eye, Yue Wang closed his eyes.

The Yuki-Onna's gaze was filled with unforgiving hatred, her hand trembling as she tried to break free. However, it was futile to struggle against a power-type man like the Fist Demon King.

As for the Frost Lord, he simply waited.

"I'm not interested anymore!" The Yuki-Onna stopped and put away her weapons, and the weightless snowflakes fell to the ground.

Yue Zha casually pulled the Yuki-Onna closer and said, "But suddenly, I'm interested in you." Then he let out a playful smile.

"Youthful vigor!" The Frost Lord shattered his ice sword once again and turned to leave the room. As he gripped his fists tightly at the door, he couldn't accept that he couldn't escape from the Demon Dragon after all these years. He blamed himself for not becoming stronger in front of the Demon Dragon, for still trembling uncontrollably, and for his inconsistency in words and actions.

"Demon Dragon, this is not your world!"

2.

After leaving the room, the two of us found something interesting in another side hall on the second floor.

Inside, there gathered a group of relatively young demons, with few males and mostly females. Their purpose for gathering was to determine whose harem was more powerful, with females dominating the males. Although it seemed complicated, it was ultimately about whose harem was stronger, rumored to be a game favored by the demon race's winged demons.

"Do you want to play?" I asked.

"Do you want me to play?" Lilith countered.

"Can my conversations have some substance? If you don't want to, let's leave."

"As long as you say so, I dare to stand up!"

"We really need some topics with substance," Nana appeared behind me, dressed in a black death cloak, the standard attire of the emissaries of the underworld. Tonight, none of us will reveal ourselves.

"This game is about harems. How can you play with just one person? And, you need some sort of marker to show that she's yours. Since Nofice is not here, you won't have a chance today."

"Nana, is that Edward over there?"

"Edward? What number is he in your family?"

"One zero one. He is idle every day, and he loves this kind of game the most. He even bets with others, gambling on the harem in the future."

"He will end up with nothing one day!" I dare to assert.

"Master!" Nofice has returned to my side, indicating that Perra has left.

"I've had enough! I will gamble with him, wagering the entire harem in his hands!"