Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

Inevitably, Kuro was ostracized by the adventurers.

Kuro and Mikaela were at the very edge of the group, and those closest to them deliberately kept a distance of two or three meters.

Kuro's body pressed closer to Mikayi, her small frame shivering from the cold. Her rosy lips began to turn purple. Even so, she showed no resentment, nor did she give up despite being rejected.

"Ah... I'm so envious of demons' constitutions." Kuro muttered to himself, glancing at Mikaela beside him, who seemed completely unaffected by the weather.

Not only was she wrapped in her own cloak, but Mikayi practically draped everything he could take off over her head.

066 The Ostracized Dark Mage

Compared to Kuro, who was wrapped up like a dumpling, Mikayi was dressed in light clothing and looked relaxed and unhurried.

Nevertheless, Kuro was still too cold to stand still.

I think... I can't take my clothes off any more.

Mikayi glanced at the last piece of clothing he was wearing; if he took it off any more, he'd be running naked in the snow…

As a demon, one naturally has no noticeable perception of changes in temperature. Furthermore, if one were a demon lord, one would be immune to most forms of magic, let alone temperature changes. Therefore, Mikayi felt absolutely no cold at this moment.

However, his body was already cold, so even if he held Kuro in his arms, he couldn't warm him up.

So, the thing that Mikayi regrets most after becoming a demon is that he doesn't have a warm chest for girls to lie on...

Wait, the topic is getting weird.

Mikayi rubbed his temples, raised his voice, and shouted at the red-haired boy in the middle of the crowd, "Hey, you over there, lend me your fire magic to warm up. After all, abandoning a girl like this is really not manly!"

The red-haired boy paused, turning to look this way. He glanced at Mikayi, who was speaking, and then at the girl who was a head shorter than Mikayi.

The red-haired boy remained silent, showing no disgust for dark magic in his eyes, simply watching quietly.

"That's not good, I've heard that dark magic is contagious..."

"Exactly, it wouldn't be good if we were cursed as well."

"So what if that dark magic girl is dead? It's best if she froze to death. Hopefully, she wasn't in the group."

"Let's move over there a little more, I don't want to get too close to them."

The red-haired youth remained silent, showing neither intention to persuade the crowd nor to add fuel to the fire. He strode forward, leading the group.

"These humans."

It took a great deal of effort for Demon King Mikayi to suppress his anger. If it were his old, hot-tempered self, he would have already blasted this group into mincemeat with a single spell.

"Being a demon is great, you're not afraid of the cold or the heat. I want to become a demon too, so I won't be afraid of the cold even if I sleep on the streets." Kuro forced a smile, his frozen purple lips trembling.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Mikayi knelt down in front of Kuro and began to unbutton Kuro's clothes one button at a time.

"Huh? What is Master going to do? Isn't it inappropriate to do that kind of thing at a time like this?" Kuro stood there dumbfounded.

"What are you thinking about, you silly boy?" After removing the outer layers of his cloak, Mikayi laid his hands on Kuro's flat chest.

“Your clothes are too thick; my magic can’t cover them,” Mikayi said.

Then, with a thought, he activated a magic circle that silently attached itself to Kuro.

<Wind Magic: Rejuvenating Wind> is a simple mid-level wind magic that can dispel some negative effects.

The seemingly minor dispelling magic released by Mikaela was anything but minor; the chill emanating from Kuro was instantly dispelled.

"Let's go quickly, the dispelling magic won't last long."

Mikayi fastened Kuro's clothes back on and then picked him up in his arms.

"Master! I can walk by myself..." Kuro said, but in reality, he held Mikayi tightly.

Mikayi ruffled Kuro's hair. The two cat ears were stretched back from the ruffled hair, and it was clear that their owner was thoroughly enjoying it.

With knees bent and feet propelled, Mikayi's legs left the ground.

As a wind mage, mastering flight magic is the most basic thing.

Two soft, transparent wings appeared on either side of Mikayi's thighs; this was the most basic wind magic of flight, allowing the body to...

It is three or four meters above the ground.

Although as a demon lord, Mikayi could already levitate without any magic, he had to use a low-level spell to mislead them in order to avoid being seen by those people.

"Ugh, Master is so cunning! If you know flying magic, you should have shown it sooner!"

"Idiot, these low-level spells don't last very long."

Mikayi kept his distance from the crowd, easily following behind them.

"But isn't Master a demon? Demons only know black magic, so how does Master use wind magic?" Kuro asked, his face full of doubt.

Although Mikaela asked Kuro to cooperate and not reveal anything about demons, it could only be said that he was a wind mage. Unexpectedly, Mikaela actually knew wind magic.

Without the aid of any magical tools, there should only be one element in the body...

"Well... that's a long story."

It wasn't that Mikayi was unwilling to talk, but rather that explaining the whole story would take several days.

"Fine, I won't tell you then, you stingy master." Kuro whimpered in Mikayi's arms, muttering under his breath.

Mikayi was exasperated; this little rascal was truly unpredictable.

"Hey Kuro, can't you be any cuter?"

Mikayi expressed her distress at being constantly called "stingy master," "stinky master," or "rotten master."

"Am I not cute enough?! I even let Master take off my clothes just now!" Kuro shouted.

"Hey, keep your voice down, you idiot!" Mikayi quickly covered Kuro's mouth.

"Hmph," Kuro mumbled, his mouth covered, "Feeling guilty now? Master really does have strange thoughts about me."

"I'm talking to you..."

When facing Kuro, Mikayi couldn't muster any anger.

The adventurers were discussing something, then a chorus of encouraging shouts erupted. They were making their final push down the mountain path.

Mikayi's gaze was fixed on the mountaintop not far away, where the aura of a powerful magical beast emanated.

With a flap of its wings on its thighs, Mikayi followed closely behind the crowd.

067 Snowfield Wolf King

Upon reaching the mountaintop, the low-level flight magic failed. Mikayi landed safely with Kuro on the ground.

The empty mountaintop was a flat surface, with nothing else on it.

The howling wind blew the snow off the mountaintop. The snow here was shallower than on the slopes, only ankle-deep.

As soon as Mikayi landed, he saw something that completely attracted his attention.

This is……

footprint?

These are the footprints of a quadruped; the shape of the paws isn't hard to identify. After all, they had just fought against this kind of creature.

“These are wolf paw prints.” Mikayi wasn’t the only one to notice the footprints immediately; the red-haired boy who was leading them also did.

The red-haired boy squatted on the ground, picked up the snow that had been crushed by footprints, and smelled it.

"There's a faint smell of blood," the boy said.

Wolf footprints are not scary; those low-ranking snow wolves pose no threat to them.

only……

Aren't these wolf claws a bit too big?

The wolf paw print, which should be several times smaller than a human hand, was as big as a person's head.

"Everyone be careful, the owner of these footprints should be the monster we are about to defeat."

"I... I mean, how about we slip away? We can wrap a rope around that rock and slowly slide down..."

"Escape before eliminating the magical beast is a near-certain death. It's highly likely the wolf will cut the rope before we even reach the ground. After all, these high-level magical beasts possess intelligence..."

As the red-haired youth spoke, he gripped his sword with both hands, looked around, and assumed a defensive posture.

“A paw print of this size should not be underestimated.”

"How about we...we go first, and you cover our retreat..."

When it comes to matters of life and death, the red-haired boy's words were clearly less effective, and several adventurers had already wavered.

One of the adventurers took a rope from his backpack, and the others busied themselves securing the rope to the hard rock.

The red-haired boy made no attempt to stop him; he watched the distance warily.

More than ten minutes passed, and apart from the howling of the storm, there was not a sound. The adventurers relaxed their guard a little, and even the red-haired hero couldn't help but change the way he gripped his sword.

The rope was already tied, and several people were already descending down it. Seeing this, many adventurers no longer wanted to participate in the expedition and rushed back.

Mikayi gazed into the distance, a crimson glint flowing within his black eyes.

He could see all the elements clearly; their attributes, flow, and quantity could not escape the Demon King's eyes.

It's very close.

3...

2...

1...

Click—

The crisp sound was quite noticeable in the quiet environment, and everyone's eyes turned to the source of the sound.

In the blizzard, something fell to the ground, and blood spread out, seeping into the snow.

That was half a person, a person whose lower body was the only part remaining.

Its upper body had been eaten, and its internal organs were spilled all over the ground.

Kuro closed his eyes and buried his face in Mikayi's chest.