The man had calculated it all very carefully. He knew the Bai and Wang clan’s core fighting force only had three people at most.

That princess still hadn’t shown herself, which surprised him a little, but it didn’t matter anymore.

In his plan, even if the princess joined the fight, she would never be his match.

Just like that line he’d shouted toward the battlefield, to fire up his own troops:

“No matter what happens in this battle…”

“You guys can’t win!”

In case the man still wasn’t fully awake, a shout far stronger than his faint voice suddenly rang out, snapping every rebel who thought victory was in the bag right back to reality.

The man who got cut off mid‑speech was, naturally, not happy at all.

He’d just opened his mouth to ask who yelled when that person appeared in a flash of teleportation light, a small girl beside him.

They appeared above the city wall, then landed together on top of the gate tower.

The moment the two of them showed up, they split roles without a word.

Bai Meow headed straight for the city gate. She swung her seemingly weak fists and dove into the rebel ranks, unleashing a full “loli musou,” mowing them down at will.

Wang Xiaole stepped in front of the man before he could bully the grunts. From the aura pouring off him, he guessed one thing:

“That’s a Demon King‑level aura. You’re one of the ‘Seven Demon Kings’?”

“That’s right. ‘Beezelbub the Glutton.’ That elegant Demon King is none other than me.”

He struck a pose he clearly thought looked cool.

Wang Xiaole had plenty to say about that.

“So it’s you. I remember now—Xia once told me this:

there’s this annoying guy who keeps copying her, especially that fan she uses as her personal trademark. You even picked the exact same model.”

“This ‘Xia’ you humans talk about—is she that fake‑elegant blue‑haired Demon King?”

“Fake‑elegant, huh… At least to me, she’s way more elegant than a knockoff like you.”

“Nonsense. She’s the one copying me! I thought about using a fan to highlight my charm ages ago.

It’s just she happened to show up in that look first, so when I later did the same, people slapped a ‘plagiarist’ label on me for no reason.”

“If you came up with it first, why’d you wait so long before remembering to carry a fan around?”

“I forgot, all right? What do you want me to do about it? Unlike you, I’m very popular and very busy. Forgetting one or two things is normal.

Only when that junior took out her fan did I finally remember this golden idea and hurry to make up for it.”

“Yeah… back in my hometown, a Demon King like you doing that is usually called ‘plagiarism.’”

“How long are you two going to chat? Is there no end to this? Kid, are you here to help or to catch up with the enemy?”

Wang Xiaole got loudly reminded by the white bear trapped in the barrier right as he was reaching the good part. Only then did he remember why he’d come.

“Right. Plagiarist Demon King Beezelbub, let’s fight. As long as I take out a fake like you, no one will be stealing Xia’s aesthetic ever again!”

He twisted his original reason for coming and clean forgot his first intention. All he remembered now was that he had to erase this duplicate threatening Xia’s “brand.”

“Sure, let’s fight. I’m gonna give you humans a good beating, then use you as a hostage to force that rotten Demon King to stop copying me!”

Beezelbub also forgot what he’d come here for, deciding to fight purely over some hard‑to‑describe personal grudge.

The moment the fight started, Wang Xiaole couldn’t help recalling something Lucia had warned him about in the past:

“Darling, if you ever meet some girl next time, don’t let her be shy with you.

You can bring her home to meet me. I’ll make sure to give her a warm welcome in hell…”

No, wrong, wrong. Not that line!

Wang Xiaole forced himself to erase that wrong memory from his head and racked his brain for another scene.

Once, for his safety, Lucia had pounced on him out of nowhere while multitasking a warning:

“Darling, I know five of the Seven Demon Kings. If you ever run into any of them, just follow the strategies I give you.”

Back then, Wang Xiaole was very interested in that topic.

So while lying on the bed, dodging Lucia’s pounces, he listened carefully to her Demon King countermeasures.

“First, there’s Beezelbub. He’s a hateful guy who only knows how to copy me, but he’s not weak. He’s really good at playing dirty.”

The studious Wang Xiaole took the initiative to ask, “What does he do exactly?”

“Before a real fight starts, Beezelbub will spew tons of nonsense to distract his opponent, and use that time to secretly set up a barrier around them.”

“How do you break his barrier?”

As he spoke, Wang Xiaole raised one hand to block Lucia, who’d already lunged right up to his face, keeping those soft lips from landing on him.

“If darling is fighting Beezelbub and wants to break the barrier, you have to watch four directions around you: southeast, northeast, southwest, northwest.”

“What’s in those four directions?”

“The four ‘points’ you need to form a barrier. Destroy those four magic‑charged points and the barrier can’t form.”

He stopped the memory there for now, because he noticed Beezelbub hadn’t moved to attack. He just kept building up magic, clearly planning something.

Wang Xiaole guessed it was just like Lucia had said: Beezelbub was about to use a barrier to screw him over.

Knowing what the man was aiming for, Wang Xiaole didn’t rush in and slash at Beezelbub. Instead, he first swept his gaze over those four directions, feeling a slight off‑ness from each.

“Found you.”

He stomped down hard. Power surged into the ground, making the four corners around him shake and crack.

With a surge of force from below, four irregular stones saturated with magic shot up into the air around him.

Beezelbub’s face drained of color. A storm raged in his heart.

What the hell?

This is my first time fighting this human. How is he so familiar with my usual tricks?

Wang Xiaole couldn’t hear his inner panic. He just seized the moment. His right foot slid forward in a half‑circle, and his sword swept out, sending a ring of sword‑qi slicing through the air.

Ka‑ka‑ka‑ka!

Four sharp cracks rang out. The four points for the barrier were destroyed on the spot.

The setup that had trapped and killed over a thousand opponents before had failed for the very first time.

Right then, before doing the second thing on his list, Wang Xiaole decided to spend a few more seconds remembering.

Picking up where he’d left off, Lucia finally managed to pin him down on the bed after several attempts to “move her body.”

Even while getting down to “real business,” this Demon King didn’t forget her guide to Demon King tactics.

“I fought Beezelbub once and broke his opening move just by instinct.

After that, he’ll pretend to be scared, turn his back to you, and act like he’s about to run.”

“He’s really trying to run?”

“Absolutely not. Don’t be fooled, darling. Beezelbub is deliberately showing a fake opening to lure his opponent into attacking his back.”

“What happens if you do attack?”

“I never tried it myself. But judging from what came next, he was planning to use poison flies to infect anyone who got close with some curse‑like disease.”

“Is there a way to counter it?”

“Darling can copy what I did back then—don’t go into melee. Keep your distance from him and attack with magic the whole time.”

After a long, hard struggle, the past Wang Xiaole finally escaped the girl in front of him and made a dash for the door.

Right as he opened it, he didn’t forget to ask, “Got any recommendations for which magic element to use, Xia?”

“Yeah. Fire’s the best. Harmful bugs or harmful Demon Kings—both are most afraid of that!”

His focus snapped back to the present.

From the moment Wang Xiaole remembered the second part of that conversation, a faint chant too quiet for others to notice had started under his breath.

By now, Beezelbub already had his back turned, planning to pull the same trick and screw over the straightforward human behind him.

But after waiting a while, he still didn’t feel any attack hit his body. Instead, the air around them just kept getting hotter and hotter.

Sensing something wrong, Beezelbub slowly turned his head to look back.

And the scene that entered his vision was instantly swallowed by a blazing fireball.

BOOOOM~~~~~

As the one who cast that grand spell, Wang Xiaole honestly felt that blast was damn satisfying. Explosions really were a girl’s romance.

While the flames hadn’t fully faded yet, he used the brief window to pick up his memory again.

He wouldn’t forget it.

Just as he was about to run out the door back then, he ran into Cai returning to the inn. One glance at the “mistress” chasing him out of the room and she immediately understood.

“Mistress, I’ve caught Lord Xiaole. Please come over and work with me.”

“Nice job. For the first time, I actually feel like praising you, you little fox.”

Pinned between attacks from both sides, Wang Xiaole could see he wasn’t getting away.

At a time like that, to balance his heart a bit, he kept talking like a chatterbox:

“Xia, if Beezelbub takes a fire spell head‑on and is still alive, what will he do next?”

“Mm, let me think…”

Lucia thought while she moved. She quickly stripped off Wang Xiaole’s shirt, and only when she was about to pull her own skirt off did she finally remember:

“Right. He’ll turn into a fly and dart out of the flames.

Then he’ll fly right at his opponent, trying to get inside their body and take control.”