After eliminating the obstacles that needed to be removed, Cai saw the magic sword that was originally suspended in the air fall down and, after rotating three times in mid-air, it inserted itself into the ground with the blade facing down.

What did the ground do wrong?

The floor beneath Cai's feet, which had been cracked for no apparent reason during her battle with the sword spirit, was now ruthlessly impaled. It had suffered external damage since then.

If the floor could speak, it would definitely roar after being stabbed once:

Can you do it again?

This secret room was personally built by Cai. If the character of the builder can infect the building, it might become a masochist...

Anyway, after dealing with the troublesome creatures residing in the sword, Cai began the process of retrieving the magic sword.

"If Wang Xiaole is really the person I'm looking for, then he should be able to use this sword!"

Cai walked over and transmitted a hint of power through her palm onto the magic sword, causing a "buzz" sound and emitting a dark glow from the surface of the blade.

Since it was a dark color, it should be completely insulated from light. However, at the last moment, these two conflicting tones completely merged together!

Cai held the magic sword with one hand, controlling the holy power connecting her arm and the sword. There was a sense of mental connection flooding her mind.

At this moment, it felt as if she and the sword had become one, able to sense the sword's emotions.

The magic sword was originally only three feet long, but under the entanglement of holy power, it immediately emitted brilliance, continuously lengthening and widening.

In a short while, the magic sword became six feet long, with a blade as wide as an arm. Thin blood-red lines twisted and turned on the sword, forming shapes like blood vessels.

"Well, this sword is still usable. That's good!"

Now that she had found the most suitable weapon, Cai thought it was time to go back.

She didn't plan to stay here for a moment longer, especially before the Archbishop came to disturb her again. She wanted to leave this place quickly.

"I have completed my own mission. But what is Wang Xiaole doing?"

While walking forward, Cai took out the crystal from her pocket to see what interesting things Wang Xiaole was doing.

Coincidentally, when Cai took out the crystal ball, Wang Xiaole had already left the palace and was heading towards the inn with Freya.

Back to the other side:

Based on Wang Xiaole's current situation, he didn't have the time to care about what was happening elsewhere.

But when he arrived in the corridor of the palace and saw a familiar figure curled up in a corner, his thoughts changed.

The person who caught his attention was Lucia, who was now crouching in the corner like a trembling baby rabbit.

Even the slightest movement from the outside world would make Lucia's body tremble.

Is it okay to disturb her like this?

Wang Xiaole hesitated for a moment, but then thought that he couldn't let her cause trouble for the people in the palace either.

After all, even if Lucia could feel at ease in the presence of the Demon Lord, the palace maids and guards would definitely not be able to sleep peacefully.

Just as a precaution, Wang Xiaole decided to call out to her and walked over determinedly.

"Sia!"

"Huh, huh, huh, huh, you got the wrong person! I'm just a statue that has gained life after being placed in a corner for a long time."

The reaction was like the entire consciousness was in chaos.

"Sia, it's me."

"I don't know, I don't know, a sculpture wouldn't know anyone!"

Previously, when Lucia was intimate with her, she suddenly couldn't hear her voice, and Wang Xiaole felt a small sense of loss in his heart.

"Alright, stop squatting in the corner. We need to leave before the palace gates close."

Wang Xiaole walked over and grabbed Lucia's arm, while Lucia struggled and moved frantically with her other hand, until their eyes met.

"My dear! Is it really you?"

Lucia stopped struggling and immediately became obedient.

"I've already said it was me. It was you who kept shaking and wouldn't listen. What happened?"

"Wow, my dear, it was terrifying, really terrifying!"

If it was a normal situation, Lucia would quickly throw herself into her lover's arms to take advantage;

But right now, she didn't have that intention at all. She was just shaking like a sparrow in winter, in Wang Xiaole's embrace.

Wang Xiaole felt it necessary to understand what could make a demon lord fear:

"Sia, what happened to you? Did you encounter something terrifying? Is there some kind of ghost-like creature in this palace?"

In the incident involving Flora, Wang Xiaole already understood:

The girl in his arms may be a yandere who would pick up a woodcutter's knife when facing a love rival, but unfortunately, she had a huge weakness for supernatural creatures.

Based on his previous experience, Wang Xiaole presumed:

The object that caused Lucia's fear this time must be those creatures that he enjoyed encountering.

But Lucia's answer exceeded Wang Xiaole's expectations:

"It's not ghosts or spirits. It's a monster that is a hundred times scarier than those things! They're like clingy descendants who act like leeches, always bothering my dear."

"I don't have any descendants!"

In a rather pitiful tone, Wang Xiaole spent so many years in school, from junior high to high school, but during that time, he had no connections with so-called "seniors" or "juniors."

Because he had no similar experiences, it was difficult for him to empathize and understand Lucia's current feelings.

"Although I can't understand why you're afraid, as long as I'm here, who can threaten you?"

If he couldn't "empathize," then he should at least "step up"!

Wang Xiaole knew he wasn't an ambitious person, but to show his gallantry in front of Lucia like this, it was something he could do effortlessly.

"With me here, no one can threaten you! If you can't trust others, can't you trust me?"

Hugging one person was the same as hugging two.

Wang Xiaole supported the half-asleep Freya with his left hand and embraced the curled-up Lucia with his right hand, boldly taking them forward in large strides.

"With my dear supporting me, I, as a wife, feel much more at ease. But why is that guy here too? And why is his face all red..."

The first half of the phrase that escaped Lucia's mouth seemed to be mixed with special words around the eleventh or twelfth word, as if it were taken for granted by her.

Wang Xiaole, as a man and a true husband, did not pay attention to individual details and summarized his and Freya's experience today in the shortest words possible;

And he skillfully skipped the climax of the story:

"She was completely drunk, and to prevent her from causing trouble for others, I showed off my style and kindly brought her back to the inn."

"What a coincidence, my dear happened to be with the intoxicated fox... and the annoying goddess?"

"Because of fate! Just like fate brought me and Freya together. Can we stop talking about this? Is that alright?"

"Sure!"

The term "encounter" filled with girlish sentiment made Lucia ecstatic.

With her happiness, any illusions of infidelity and baseless worries were temporarily cast aside.

And so, they walked out of the palace.

Surprisingly, a beautiful girl (at least she looked like one) walking on the street, sandwiched between two lovely girls, was indeed captivating enough to attract attention.

Even though it was done unintentionally, Wang Xiaole, who had lived for over ten years, had never attracted as many glances from the opposite sex as he did just now, with a head-turning rate of ninety percent along the way.

This group had stayed in the palace for a long time. When Wang Xiaole returned to the inn with the two girls, he happened to run into Cai, who had just returned.

Wang Xiaole had sharp eyes. Besides quickly glancing at Cai's expression, most of his attention was focused near her right hand.

Cai was holding something in her right hand, which looked long, with several layers of white cloth wrapped around the outside, adding a touch of mystery.

"Back already? Is the thing you're holding in your hand the weapon you chose for me?"

"Yes! I personally believe this weapon is most suitable for you... Lady, please don't look at me like that, it's quite scary."

This flattering remark worked well for Lucia, but it depended on who said it.

For example, when Wang Xiaole used the word "encounter," which he thought was ordinary, Lucia's heart could be filled with honey;

But if Cai were the one to say it, specifically using the clearly flattering term "Lady," Lucia wouldn't buy it at all.

"It seems that building a good relationship with the Lady is not something that can be accomplished in just a day or two."

Cai looked at Lucia, smiled from the corner of her eye, passed her by, and took the lead up the stairs, keeping a distance from the Lady.

Creating some distance was an important reaction, and Cai did it for self-preservation, so she wouldn't fall into the Lady's hands at any time.

Everything that was supposed to happen today had already happened.

In the blink of an eye, it was nighttime. Wang Xiaole looked at the sword-shaped weapon wrapped in multiple layers of white cloth. His curiosity grew stronger, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it...

Snap!

Wang Xiaole was only a few seconds away from touching the sword with his own hands;

Unfortunately, Cai had already sensed his intention and quietly came up behind him, gently grabbing his wrist.

"For now, you can't touch it. Please wait until tomorrow to officially use this sword at the arena."

"Can't I familiarize myself with it in advance?"

"Oh well, but back then I would cry to show you!" Wang Xiaole reluctantly put aside his thoughts due to Cai's strong request, leaving his curiosity to be satisfied tomorrow.

When Cai went to sleep tonight, just like yesterday, she curled up in the corner of the bed resting her body.

A lot of things have happened in the past couple of days; the external changes have made Cai's mood more active. For someone who hasn't had dreams for many years, she surprisingly dreamt of things that happened a long time ago today.

Even though she was in a dreamland, Cai was very aware of one fact: she almost forgot what it felt like to be beaten on the forehead.