The heavy snow stuck to the soles of Lucia's boots, making each step feel heavy.

But she enjoyed walking in the snow, behaving like a little girl who would jump for joy at the sight of white flakes falling from the sky.

"Does Sylvia like snow?" Wang Xiaole asked, opening his palm and catching a snowflake with his right hand, melting it with the warmth of his palm.

"Not really, it's just that in my impression, I haven't spent much time in places where it snows. Experiences like today are quite rare," Lucia replied.

A snowflake was about to fall on her mouth, so Lucia blew out air, causing a bit of warmth to melt the coldness.

"I can see that you're really enjoying it. You must like it," Wang Xiaole said, lowering his palm, and a few drops of water immediately splattered onto the ground, only to be restored in an instant.

The temperature outside felt colder than when observed indoors.

On their way, Wang Xiaole noticed that there were fewer pedestrians than the previous two days.

It seemed that even a lively event like the "combat matchmaking" might not be as charming as a cozy quilt in such cold weather.

When Wang Xiaole led Lucia to the entrance of the venue, he found that the atmosphere around was more cheerful.

Perhaps it was because there were fewer demons in the Senate, which made the people in the capital city feel more relaxed.

After several battles, Wang Xiaole had gained considerable fame.

When he came over, some girls not far away had wanted to come and say hello, but they were intimidated by the gaze Lucia gave them, and decided to step aside.

Intimidated by the "ferocious" aura, the girls made way for Wang Xiaole, so he easily squeezed through the crowd, apologizing along the way.

When they were about to pass through the entrance, in order to keep Lucia from knowing about the "combat matchmaking" event, Wang Xiaole made some preparations.

"Sylvia, how about we play a game of telepathy?" Wang Xiaole raised his hands and covered Lucia's eyes.

"What are you doing, darling?"

"We're playing a game. This game tests the level of telepathy between us. From now until we enter, don't open your eyes, Sylvia!"

Closing her eyes was fine. This way, she wouldn't see any notices related to the "combat matchmaking."

At the moment, Wang Xiaole still hoped to keep it a secret and try to get through it unnoticed.

However, he didn't expect that this matter would have a strong impact on another girl.

That girl was a demon, with pink twintails and wearing an improved school uniform.

Anyone could see the vibrant energy she exuded, which was something other demons, like the earth demons before, didn't possess. At least she looked a generation or two older than them.

Because she looked very similar to a human, when the girl approached Wang Xiaole, he couldn't tell her race at first.

"Young lady, are you lost? There are two older sisters at the entrance. You can ask them to help you find your mom," Wang Xiaole kindly pointed out, not considering her as an adult but directly as a little girl.

"K-Ken, Curyl, why are you here?" the terrified voice pulled Wang Xiaole back from the aura of being a "big brother."

Lucia became too happy when she went out with her crush and accidentally experienced a sudden change of mood.

Otherwise, with her magical awareness, it wouldn't be difficult for her to sense Curyl's general whereabouts even from hundreds of meters away.

"Siya, do you know this child?"

"Don't call me 'Siya', it makes you guys sound way too intimate... And by the way, I am not a child!"

Curyl's anger came from both her emotions and her age.

In her fury, the petite girl raised her foot and aimed a kick at Wang Xiaole's stomach.

However, her strength was too great, causing the attack to miss its target and only hit the other person's knee as their leg came down.

After innocently taking the blow, how did Wang Xiaole feel?

The answer was no feeling at all.

No pain, no itchiness, not even the effect of a massage.

Strength was never Curyl's advantage. Without using magic, her regular attacks were like scratching an itch.

As Wang Xiaole puzzled over why the little girl in front of him was so violent, Lucia took action and pulled him back, whispering:

"Darling, she's not some harmless little child. She's a descendant of the demon race that I used to know."

"A descendant? Is she one of the demon kings?"

"Not exactly, that little demon has great power, but she still lacks the strength to become a true demon king."

"If her power is inferior to Siya's, why are you trembling?"

After hearing her crush's words, Lucia finally noticed that she was trembling like a fish thrown into an icy cave on a frigid day.

As a demon king, she didn't want to show such a embarrassing reaction.

It's just that she had been tortured so miserably by Curyl in the past that the shadows from those times still lingered today.

"Hey, why did you abandon me and talk to that guy? It's better to talk with me."

Curyl moved forward, Lucia moved back;

Curyl moved forward again, and this time, Lucia hid behind Wang Xiaole.

Forget about giving a response, she even wanted to fast-forward through this reunion scene called "Reunion."

Her evasive actions wounded Curyl's heart.

But strangely, this young descendant didn't blame her senior for the mistake. Instead, she thought:

My senior wasn't like this before. Now, suddenly, she has developed a disgust towards me, unwilling to even speak a word...

There's no doubt, it must be the fault of that black-haired girl!

It was her who manipulated our relationship, which should have been filled with love and affectionate reunion, into a relationship that's as fiery as water and fire.

Truly, the senior and descendant who knew each other so well even had remarkably similar thought patterns.

After creating an imaginary enemy who doesn't actually exist, Curyl understood what she needed to do next.

Wang Xiaole watched as this young girl pointed at his nose and declared war:

"Decided. From today, you are my archenemy! Tell me your name."

"I'm Wang Xiaole."

"Tsk, what kind of name is that? What parents would give such a name to a girl?"

Because Wang Xiaole's parents never expected their hard-earned child to one day have a beautiful androgynous appearance;

I can't believe this son of mine can occasionally turn into a complete girl.

After remembering the name of her biggest enemy, Curyl proceeded to ask the next question:

"Dark-haired girl, what are you going to do next?"

"Hey, aren't we enemies? Are you sure it's okay to ask me about my plans so directly?"

"Well, knowing your enemy is the key to victory. Stop wasting time and just answer me!"

The surrounding crowd gathered to watch.

Amidst the whispers from the crowd, Wang Xiaole could vaguely hear words like "illegitimate daughter."

Wang Xiaole couldn't afford to lose face, so before the girl had a chance to raise her voice, he quickly explained his intentions:

"I came here to participate in the upcoming event, but my purpose is q..."

"Beast!"

Wang Xiaole wondered who he had offended. Just as he uttered the first letter of the word "money," the girl cut him off.

The reason why Curyl blamed him was not for any other reason but because the girl misunderstood him further.

The "fighting for marriage" event was a grand occasion in the capital, and everyone in the Senate knew about it, including Curyl.

That was the main reason this girl became so agitated.

After all, out of the hundred participants in the "fighting for marriage" event, the vast majority were there for the queen.

The only exception among the hundred was actually standing in front of Curyl;

however, she didn't have a chance to explain herself and assumed that Wang Xiaole was not only confusing the seniors but also attempting to have two romantic interests at the same time.

"You morally corrupt scum!"

With one grudge piled on top of another, the conflict between them had reached its breaking point.

As if someone felt that the situation was not chaotic enough, another person immediately joined in.

"Oh, oh, who mentioned morality? When it comes to this domain, shouldn't you come to me? Is there anyone here who has more morals than me?"

Just by listening to the voice, Wang Xiaole knew for certain that it wasn't Ledux who had arrived.

Although the second-ranked mage in the Senate was narcissistic, he still had some redeeming qualities. However, the person who walked over had absolutely no redemption in any sense.

Accompanied by the snow carried by the breeze, the crimson-clad Bishop arrived gently.

The attendants who scattered flower petals around their leader didn't forget their duties and obligations as underlings, even in such harsh weather.

The reason for the Bishop's arrival was simple and could be explained as "being summoned by the loli."

Since Curyl didn't remember summoning this person, who was neither human nor beast, she just ignored him completely after the Bishop made his appearance.

Refusing to be ignored, the self-proclaimed "Talented and Charming" Bishop took a few steps closer and looked warmly at Curyl with his face down:

"You're so cute, little sister. Where's your family? Do you want Uncle to take you home?"

The girl was holding back her anger, and conveniently, an "outlet" presented itself. Wasn't it only fair to vent a little at the power of fate?

So Curyl made her move, using the same move as before, she kicked directly at her target.

Her petite stature was a problem, but didn't the Bishop just lower his head? It happened to give her a chance to hit her target accurately.

Thunk!

A slap to the face - no, no, a kick to the face.

Thanks to Wang Xiaole's continuous provocation, Curyl's kick was no ordinary attack.

Boosted by her anger, this attack suddenly became a critical hit, increasing her combat power by at least 10,086 percent compared to before.

The one who was kicked, namely the bishop, held a high position and had great power...

However, without using "holy power", he was just a frail middle-aged man.

Even a slightly harder frozen tofu could severely injure him, let alone Curyl's recent "critical hit"!