Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

"Yes...that's right."

Yuri was sitting right next to Mikayi, and this subtle change naturally didn't escape his notice. But he had absolutely no interest in Yuri's reaction right now.

"The Norman family can be said to be the most favored noble family by the emperor, and their financial power is among the best in the entire continent of Lolan."

"I understand."

Mikayi stood up, pushed open the door, and went inside.

The medic inside was speechless for a moment: "Luckily I just put her clothes back on, otherwise your cute little girlfriend's body would have been seen by people outside."

Mikayi didn't reply. He gently helped Kuro up and carried him in a princess carry.

He had sensed the end of the healing magic long ago, and judging by the time, he should have already dressed Kuro.

Mikayi carried Kuro out of the room. The two people at the door looked over and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Kuro was alright.

“By the way, Hedis,” Mikayi said, turning to the person behind him.

"Please ask me for leave; I won't be at the college for the next couple of days."

"Where?"

"Where?"

Xi Lili and Hedis spoke in unison.

"Let's go back to our hometown." After saying that, Mikayi left the two of them and walked ahead.

The two were slightly taken aback and looked at each other.

Come to think of it, I've never known where Mikayi is from. He doesn't look like a local from Lyon either.

Hedis pondered to himself.

If they're in the northernmost part of Lyon... they don't seem like people from the City of Eternal Winter.

So, where did this mysterious wind mage come from?

The physical training session was temporarily suspended due to an unexpected incident.

Although Kuro is a dark magician, which makes her somewhat intimidating, she's still a pretty girl with animal ears. When Mikai carried Kuro back to the arena, many people cast concerned glances at her.

"Is Kuro alright?"

"How could you suddenly fall down..."

Kuro's school uniform was soaked in blood. Although the previous wounds were not deep, there were many cuts from the barbed wire, so the blood that was flowing out looked exaggerated.

Mikayi didn't answer those people, but walked straight toward his target.

"What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that?" Joyce stood at the back of the line. He was usually quite composed, but he still felt uneasy under Michael's cold gaze.

The magic was cast secretly, so no one should know about it... Besides, that place was originally a dirt road, so even if someone saw the mud that was created, they wouldn't suspect anything...

"Eat something good today." Mikayi's expression froze for a moment, then transformed into a calm and elegant smile. "Eat as much as you want."

"What do you mean?" Although the other party was smiling, Joyce could sense a subtle killing intent.

"After all, I am not some kind of demon."

Mikael smiled and brushed past Joyce. He then walked up to Akman.

"My Lord Demon King... I'm so, so sorry... I went too far and overreacted. ...Please punish me, My Lord Demon King."

Mikayi's expression turned serious again, and he reconnected to the communication magic.

"Notify all apostles to proceed to the ninth circle of Hell."

117 Back to Hell

The ninth level of hell, <The Demon King's Palace>.

On the 101st step, there is only one Demon King's chair.

Behind them stood a mountain of gold coins, almost as high as the steps. The coins, refracted by the crystal chandeliers overhead, shone with a dazzling, golden luster.

The Demon King sat in a chair, with a weak kitten lying on his lap.

The cat was a ghost cat, with its two tails curled up together, as if it were sleeping on the demon king's lap.

The Demon King gently stroked the kitten, his eyes filled with doting affection.

Renee and Akman exchanged a glance at each other from below the steps. Although somewhat jealous, the cat's aura was indeed far too weak. It wasn't appropriate to cause trouble for the Demon King at this moment.

The doors to the Demon King's Palace creaked open, and the seven apostles who had been standing outside walked in.

"Don't step on my tail, Ottilia!" the lead black dragon yelled. "I hate having my tail stepped on!"

“You know you can’t flap your wings when entering the hall. My claws are hard to control when I walk.” The speaker was the administrator of the third level, the Frozen Plains: Winter Frost Phoenix Ottilia.

After Ottilia finished speaking, she stomped on the long black dragon's tail again.

"Ugh! You did this on purpose, didn't you!" Neil Hawke yelled again.

Just then, a powerful aura belonging to the Demon King rushed towards them. The seven people shut their mouths, shrank their necks, and looked towards the Demon King on the high platform.

The Demon King... he's angry?!

Neil Hawke's head was practically tucked into his neck.

too horrible!

You're going to die!

"Da da da,"

Just as Neil Hawke was too frightened to take a step, a small figure darted through the gap between his toes.

From Neil Hawke's perspective, all he could see were the pair of large brown ears twitching with the movement of the figure, and the three short, thick tails behind the man, like the tips of a calligraphy brush.

Chia-ni climbed the steps and walked up to the Demon King.

"Let me see." Chani stood on tiptoe and finally saw the ghost cat on the Demon King's knee.

After stroking the little cat's head a few more times, Mikayi carefully handed Kuro over.

“Oh…” Chani held the ghost cat in her arms. Because she was already very small, the ghost cat almost took up her entire chest.

“I already said, it’s still in the cub stage.” Chani carefully examined the ghost cat’s body and said, “Even if it grows into a powerful adult, it is still very vulnerable in the cub stage.”

"It's most troublesome if a cat has a health problem when it's young!" Chani said. "Look at her, Demon King! She's so small, she doesn't have much blood to begin with, and she's lost so much blood. It's very dangerous!"

"So you should protect this cub properly!" Chani sighed, holding a bottle of recovery potion she had brewed herself, and feeding it drop by drop into the ghost cat's mouth.

"...It was my mistake."

The ghost cat's mouth barely opened, and the medicine poured in just kept dripping down its chin. Mikayi watched, her heart aching.

Mikayi thought it was nothing serious, just like the medic had said, but he completely forgot that Kuro's original blood was extremely rare.

With so much blood flowing... Kuro must be in so much pain...

Mikayi's fingers gradually clenched into a fist, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.

Neil Hawke, like the apostles, stood in a row, with himself at the very front as the lord of the first level.

"Hey, hey..." The black dragon's eight toes were all clenched, and he turned to the insect queen Sethim beside him and said, "Sister Sethim..."

"I'm new here and there, so there's a lot I don't know... But I'll ask anyway... Has the Demon King ever been a tyrant who killed a subordinate with a single slap?"

"Speaking of which, did he ever chop off a dragon's head? The black kind with three eyes?"

Sethim was speechless for a long time, wondering about the title she had suddenly received: "...Sister Sethim doesn't seem to suit me very well."

Sethim tapped his eight spider legs lightly on the ground: "Hmm... The Demon Lord does indeed rarely get angry. Although he doesn't get angry easily, when he does, it's no simple matter."

"Will I...will I die?" Neil Hawke asked anxiously.

Sethim glanced at the two people and the cat on the platform and replied, "Not yet."

"I don't want to die yet... I have three wives waiting for me to come home," Neil Hawke sighed.

"Three?" Sethm asked curiously, staring at Neil Hawke for a long time. "Didn't the Demon Lord only grant you one wife?"

"Well, well..." Realizing he had let something slip, Neil Hawke stammered nervously, "It's a long story... Anyway, we still need to ask the Demon King about this."

Mikayi's entire attention was focused on Kuro, and he gently pried open Kuro's mouth.

The kitten has two rows of sharp teeth in its mouth. Chani brought the medicine bottle very close, letting those teeth gently hold the bottle opening in their mouths before feeding it the medicine.

"It's alright for now." Chani stroked the cat's fur, picked up the kitten, and handed it back to the Demon King. "All you need to do is get a good night's sleep."

“Our medicine is far more effective than those clumsy human magic. Moreover, healing with potions is more suitable for cubs than using magic to restore their health.”

"Hmm, let her rest first." Mikayi raised a finger, and a fluffy white blanket made of some kind of animal fur floated over. The blanket landed next to the Demon King's throne, and Mikayi bent down and placed the kitten on it.

After doing all this, Mikayi addressed the apostles below the stage.

"Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, the Demon King's figure disappeared from the spot.

As soon as the Demon King left, the apostle on the far side breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Did you see that...? The Demon King's eyes just now looked like he wanted to devour us..."

"You're overthinking it, Neil Hawk." Akman swung her tail and walked over. It had been quite a while since she had spread her wings, and she stretched. "Even if the Demon Lord were to eat someone, he would eat me first."

"Based on distance, we should start with the ninth-floor administrator who's closest!" A voice suddenly appeared from the crowd, and everyone turned to look in Renee's direction.

Instead of standing at the end of the line, Renee climbed the steps one by one and walked toward the sleeping kitten beside the Demon King's throne.

"Hey, Renee, calm down! Don't do anything to anger the Demon King!"

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(Bonus chapter, thanks to the serious grape spirit for the monthly ticket reward~)

118 Joyce Norman

Seeing Rene approaching Kuro step by step, Akman tensed up: "Don't do that! It will anger the Demon Lord!!"

Reni ignored the people below the stage. She walked up the last step and stopped in front of the little ghost cat.

Renee stretched out her tiny finger and poked the ghost cat's nose.

"It's damp... but it's still relatively healthy..."