Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

Putting aside the king's frail and unsteady physical condition, this queen seems to be cursed by some kind of dark magic!

Mikayi, who hadn't exerted any magic power, couldn't immediately determine what curse the Empress was under, but judging from her terrifying appearance, she had been cursed for a very long time.

The king and queen of this country are both terminally ill! It's truly worrying!

After uttering a few indignant cries in his heart, Mikayi followed Ariel out of the hall.

The person who had just pushed open the main hall door was still standing there.

The person bore a resemblance to Ariel, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a long purple dress trailing on the ground. Their features, almost identical to Ariel's, were glaring menacingly in their direction.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Hmph, I never thought I'd actually come back alive from that kind of battlefield where death was certain. My dear sister, you should know that I've already prepared a coffin for you."

Huh? Mikayi blinked.

Could this be... a plot device where sisters kill each other?!

008 Curse Magic

“Your Highness Elisa, His Majesty is still waiting for you inside. Please come in with me.”

The guard gestured for Elisa to enter, but Elisa snorted and strode into the hall.

Mikayi's gaze followed closely behind, only slowly returning to it after the hall doors closed.

"Mr. Mikael, do you think my sister is prettier than me?" Ariel clutched the hem of her skirt, her originally confident and arrogant demeanor turning dejected upon seeing her sister, Elisa.

"Huh?" Mikael was puzzled. Did Ariel's words sound somewhat reproachful? Was it because he had glanced at his sister, Elisa, a few times?

“It’s alright, Mr. Mikayi.”

Ariel looked down; the smooth hallway floor reflected her dejected expression like a mirror. Seeing her own gloomy face, Ariel slapped her cheeks hard.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry to have put you in a difficult position by saying this so suddenly!"

Ariel's forced smile touched Mikael. Once upon a time, he had been surrounded by a group of humans with genuine emotions, but all that truth had vanished after he became a demon, leaving only fear and hypocrisy.

"What are you saying?" Mikaela ruffled Princess Ariel's hair. With his significant height advantage, Mikaela could easily deliver a head pat. "Of course I like you more, Ariel."

"Happy, happy, happy... I like it!"

? ! "

"Isn't this the useless princess Ariel?" The voice, laced with mockery, was utterly offensive.

At the end of the corridor leaned against a man, whose magnificent robes suggested he was of high status: "Your Highness, you've struck gold this time and achieved great merit. Congratulations!"

Mikayi's eyes darkened. That's why he hates humans. Whether it's the continent of Garan or this other world, these vile humans are truly everywhere.

"I……"

"A mere cannon fodder who only knows how to talk big." Mikayi's eyes were icy. Facing this human who displeased him, he had no intention of holding back either verbally or physically.

"Huh?" The man in the long robe looked at the bold foreign man in disbelief. He had ordinary black hair and black eyes, and his face could be considered clean and handsome. These were all negligible to him. The most important thing was that he was a nobleman, while this man looked like a commoner.

Although he didn't quite understand what "cannon fodder" meant, the man in the long robe was certain that the other party was mocking him: "A piece of trash picked up by a useless princess dares to talk back to me, the heir of the first noble family in Ais!?"

"Pfft." Mikayi couldn't help but laugh. No human had ever dared to speak to him like that before. "You brag so much about yourself, but when you're on the battlefield, you're always tucked your tail between your legs in this royal city."

The robed man flew into a rage upon hearing this. He took out a short staff from his robes, a faint magical light illuminating the round crystal embedded in it. "Today I will drive you, this foreign stray dog, out of Ais!"

“Roald!” Ariel grabbed Michael’s hand and pulled him behind her. “The King said that Mr. Michael is Ais’s guest. What you are doing now is an offense to the King!”

Rather than defending herself, this human princess clearly cares more about the feelings of others. Human royalty with such a sentimental and righteous nature wouldn't even survive a single episode in the entire Garan Continent… In this situation, Demon King Mikayi's inner monologue has already strayed off-screen.

But speaking of which, was this robed man's real name Roald? Mikayi finally took a proper look at him. Consider this a moment of silence for the first human eliminated in this other world.

Your name doesn't matter; what matters is that you're about to be gone.

"Tch." Roald scoffed dismissively. He held a high position, and with Princess Elisa's backing, he could offend the useless little princess, but if it came down to the king, that was a different matter.

Knowing better than to be outdone, Roald sheathed his weapon and headed towards the main hall. As he left, he didn't forget to glare at the foreign traveler. Whether it was his imagination or not, when his eyes met the man's for the last time, he seemed to see a crimson glint, unlike anything in human form, appear in the man's dark eyes.

009 The Little Secret of the Fallen Angel

An irreversible curse spell was quietly formed. Mikayi took one last look at the nobleman's departing figure, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips.

For Mikael, casting magic requires no medium or tedious incantations. He can easily manipulate any magical energy present around him. This inexhaustible energy is at Mikael's disposal with effortless ease. This is the terrifying aspect of the rulers of the Garan Continent.

Meanwhile, above the Federation of Ais, an invisible, colossal structure floated silently above the clouds, unknown to anyone.

Hell is shaped like a funnel, with scalding lava flowing down the outermost layer like a giant, winding python.

In the ninth level of Hell, the six-winged fallen angel Renee lay on the Demon King's personal chair. This chair, formed from the corpses of various races, exuded an aura of death, terrifying beyond measure. Yet, for Renee, this atmosphere of death was perfectly fitting.

Her cheek gently brushed against the armrest of the chair, as if the Demon King's aura still lingered there. Six tiny black wings fluttered with her breath, her eyes were closed in a daze, and her flushed cheeks were hard to tell whether from embarrassment or from being rubbed against the chair.

Suddenly, an invisible force opened a huge, thick magic book that had been floating above the throne, and the text engraved on it shone brightly. A moment later, it vanished without a trace.

Rene's eyes widened in shock. If she wasn't mistaken, the Demon Lord had just used curse magic! As expected of Lord Mikayi, he was determined to rule the world! Starting with racial curses—no wonder he's Lord Mikayi!

Renee trembled uncontrollably, her wings fluttering restlessly. She had to try, to resist the urge to fight her way out of hell right now, and to obediently wait for him in hell as the Demon King had commanded.

The dark light vanished, and the spellbook slowly closed again. This was a world-class artifact from the continent of Garan, containing all the magic of Garan. Because the Demon King Mikayi couldn't remember the names of all those chaotic spells, he spent a great deal of time inscribing them into a book. This world-class artifact, created by the Demon King himself, became the only medium through which he could cast spells without chanting.

Renee really wanted to fly up and have a good time with the magic book written by the Demon King himself, but the Demon King had warned her not to get close to it. So Renee had to give up.

After staring at the magic book with regret for a while, the door to the Demon King's palace was pushed open.

There are only a handful of people who can enter the ninth level of hell, and with the sharp sound of that person's footsteps, Renee didn't even need to think about who it was.

"Oh dear, little Renee, you've been lounging in Lord Mikael's seat all day." The seductive voice unique to succubi echoed through the hall, her long, slender demon tail held high. Her sexy body plopped down without any hesitation.

On the Demon King's chair, he wrestled with the fallen angel Reni for the last remaining space on the throne.

"You filthy woman! Don't push me!" Renee flapped her wings and slapped the succubus Akman across the face.

"You promised you wouldn't hit someone in the face during a fight, little Renee." Faced with the only available spot, Akman stuck to it like a piece of chewing gum, no matter how much Renee tried to push her away.

"Don't call me Little Renee!" Renee instantly bristled. Although she didn't have an advantage in terms of size, she had her own unique skills.

Renee wrapped her arms around the back of the throne, and her six small wings fluttered. The seemingly weak wings created a strong wind, and a fierce gust of wind swept through the hall, causing various decorations to fall to the ground.

010 The Succubus's Idea

"Hey! Don't just smash Lord Mikayi's collection like that!" Akman said, but she was actually glued to the Demon King's chair, not moving an inch. Akman was puzzled; why was Little Rene, whom she usually called that, suddenly acting so aggressively today? "Are you crazy! Stop it, Little Rene!"

"I said, you're not allowed to call me Little Renee!" The succubus's oppressive aura prevented Renee from easily seizing the throne. She gritted her teeth, and her six wings suddenly expanded, the black feathers, originally the size of an adult's forearm, growing dozens of times larger. The outstretched black feathers exuded a terrifying aura. With a powerful flap of her wings, the strong winds cracked the marble beneath the throne. "From now on, only Lord Mikaela can call me Little Renee!"

"Huh?! What's gotten into you today?!" Akman retorted, spreading her enormous bat wings and waving them in the opposite direction from Rene. "You've been loitering in Lord Mikaela's seat for ages, it's my turn, okay?!"

"No!" Renee gritted her teeth, channeling all her immense magical power into her six wings. She was a fallen angel with six wings; her flying ability was far beyond what any demon could match. "Today's Demon King belongs to Renee! And tomorrow's Demon King also belongs to Renee!"

A strong wind howled, and the hall was a scene of utter chaos, with all sorts of bottles and jars collected by the Demon King scattered across the floor. The strongest fallen angel of the angel race and the strongest succubus of the demon race on the continent of Garan were locked in a fierce battle for the Demon King's throne.

Click—

Compared to the pressure the other party could exert, the crisp sound of shattering was deafening.

The two of them suddenly froze.

The throne of the great ruler of the continent of Garan, the esteemed Demon King, has been shattered!

"..." The two looked at each other, each clutching half of the throne. Black ash continued to fall from the crack in the throne.

"...Rei, Rei, Reni, your angelic healing magic is quite powerful, isn't it? Is there any way to save the Demon King's throne...?!"

Renee's wings shrank visibly, returning to their original size. Only then did she slowly place the half-bones she was holding on the ground: "What a joke! Healing magic isn't the same as repair magic, big sister..."

"Big sister, you call me big sister!" Akman stomped her foot angrily. "If we're talking about age, you're hundreds of years older than me, aren't you?!"

Ultimately, she was still a woman, and the topic of the shattered throne inexplicably veered into the issue of age.

Renee snorted and sat down on the ground, hands on her hips.

Akman was speechless with anger at this woman who looked like a child but had actually lived for tens of thousands of years.

"I said, Demon Lord, did you come to this other world to rule or destroy it? Did you even ask clearly?" Having shaken off her dazed demeanor, Akman regained her elegance. The succubus's long tail stood erect again, its tip swaying slightly; any man present would undoubtedly be bewitched by its aura.

Reni's cheeks puffed out as she picked up the shattered pieces of the throne, trying to piece it back together. Of course, it was all in vain; there was no way to reshape the Demon King's condensed remains.

"Hey!" Akman raised her voice, the elegant succubus unusually showing an annoyed expression. "Did you even hear me!?"

Even with the attachment spell, the pieced-together fragments would still fall off, Renee groaned softly. Then, as if remembering something, she chuckled to herself: "Speaking of which, Lord Mikayi sent me out of Hell today to slaughter several thousand people."

Recalling that bunch of big, green guys, Renee wiped her hands with disgust.

Akman didn't mind Renee's smugness at all, after all, the Demon Lord had contacted her earlier that day. Swishing her tail, Akman began to think seriously: "So, at least we can conclude that the Demon Lord is hostile towards this other world. Otherwise, he wouldn't have started a massacre as soon as he was teleported here."

Renee remained noncommittal. "Demon King" was simply a title used to describe the supreme ruler of a world; for everyone in Hell, it was only natural for Mikayi to rule this other world.

A demonic crimson gleamed in her eyes, and after calm reflection, Akman had her answer.

"Rene, I've thought of a way to make amends for destroying the throne."

011 The Gentle Demon King

“I apologize for Roald’s rudeness, Mr. Mikael.” It was a wide open platform, and the unicorn, submitting to the princess, lowered itself so that Ariel could ride on it.

Mikayi waved her hand. She was, after all, a sentimental and delicate princess; even when called useless, she showed no temper.

Those who offended him have already received their due punishment; now, Mikayi's task is to gather information about this world. At least...

Several countries, several races—you need to figure out these basic structures of this alternate world.

It would be faster to obtain information from the princess than to inquire on his own. After Ariel mounted her horse, Mikael prepared to mount it with her, just as he had done on the way there.

Then, in the next moment, the unicorn raised its head and cried out. It fluttered its pure white wings and rose into the air.

Mikayi: ? ? ?

A clear and powerful voice came from high above: "Mr. Mikael, please take a look around the main city of Ais for now. I have important things to do."

The sound gradually faded away, and Ariel's long dress fluttered in the air, disappearing from sight in a few breaths.

Mikayi was left standing there, stunned.

Huh? What's going on? They're not taking me?!

Mikayi stared blankly into the distance. He'd been abandoned in this labyrinthine royal city, left to wander off on his own?! How was he supposed to navigate it?! He'd probably be shot dead on the spot by the guards before he even left the city!

This scatterbrained princess!

Helpless, Mikayi silently opened the thick magic book in his mind. He seemed to remember there were a few tracking spells in it? The words imprinted in his mind were clearly visible. These crooked characters from the Garan Continent had caused Mikayi a lot of trouble when he first learned them.

found it!

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