Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

"What you did was attempted murder, you know that?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!!" With her mind a complete mess, Joyce was unable to organize her thoughts and kept repeating apologies.

"You're a man, even if you make enemies, it'll be with me. If you have a problem, come at me. Why bully a girl?"

Michael slowly approached Joyce. Joyce's legs went weak, and she was about to kneel down, but she was firmly held back by the shadow.

"You, you, let me go! The Norman family will give you everything we can! Do you want money? Money, of course! Our family controls the national treasury. How much do you want? I'll give you as much as you want, okay?"

Mikael completely ignored Joyce's words, touching Joyce's forehead with his finger: "You've paid with your life, you're not at a loss."

A fissure appeared on Joyce's forehead, tearing through flesh and blood, from which blood dripped.

"Hoo...hoo..."

Joyce's chest heaved violently; he had expected Michael to do something fatal, like piercing the skull or churning the brain. Instead, he only suffered a cut on his forehead.

Joyce tried to swallow, but his throat hurt so much that he couldn't do it.

"Seriously, if you let me go, I'll go apologize to Miss Kuro..."

"Shh..." Mikayi's index finger touched Joyce's lips, the fingertip gently tracing across them, and Joyce's mouth was sealed shut by an invisible force.

"Please don't use your filthy mouth to say her name."

"..." Joyce, whose mouth was sealed, could not make any sound. The blood flowing down his forehead split into several streams, flowing from his brow and his eyes respectively.

With his eyeballs stained with blood, Joyce instinctively tried to close his eyes, only to find that they were also fixed in place by an invisible force, unable to close.

Mikayi sat leisurely on the chair beside the bed, quietly as if waiting for something.

His nostrils were filled with the metallic taste of his own blood, his eyes burned with pain, and blood mixed with tears streamed down his face. Unable to make a sound, Joyce tried to shake his head, begging for mercy from Mikael.

All his senses were failing; his eyes were filled with terror; and the wounds on his throat and forehead were bleeding uncontrollably.

Mikayi thoroughly enjoyed this scene.

Why enjoy it?

After all, I am a demon.

"Just watch yourself die. Your blood will drip away, your body will grow cold, your heartbeat will become weaker and weaker... In the end, your desperate breathing will use up all your last strength."

"Guess how I know that only dead people would..."

"Do you know about it?"

"It was the spirits of those who were tortured to death who told me this."

"It will be soon; you'll soon be one of them."

Upon hearing what Michael said, Joyce's breathing became more and more rapid, and he tried to roll his eyes upward to check the condition of his forehead.

This kind of injury should have healed by now...

"Stop looking. Do you expect a wound inflicted by a demon to heal?"

Evil, a demon?!

Could this man be one of the demons that appeared in the Ais Federation?!

"of course not."

Mikayi shifted her sitting position and looked at him.

Mind reading?!

"No, it's not that. Before a person dies, the panic in their heart is amplified infinitely, so it's normal that I could hear it."

Discovering there was still room for communication, Joyce's eyes widened in horror, as if she had grasped at the last straw.

Spare me! Let me go!

Mikayi plugged his ears, not intending to listen to what was to come.

Blood blurred his vision, and he couldn't see the person clearly at all. In the already dark room, he could only rely on the other person's scarlet eyes to determine the direction of the person.

Joyce's eyes widened as he pleaded silently, again and again. He had no idea that Michael wasn't listening at all.

Her body finally began to grow cold, and fear overwhelmed all reason. Life was slipping away with the loss of blood, and Joyce felt despair.

"That's about it. You should speed things up here too. Otherwise, it'll be troublesome if Kuro wakes up and can't find me."

This was the last thing Joyce heard.

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120 Annihilation of the Entire Family [Bonus Chapter]

The Norman family was wiped out.

The next day, the news spread throughout the streets and alleys of Lyon.

The Norman family bloodline vanished overnight, and the attackers left no trace. There were no signs of magic, no footprints, and the top search team spent the entire morning searching but couldn't find even a single extra hair.

The murmurs and whispers, like a raging tide, spread throughout the town with a sense of panic.

Some say it was an attack by assassins from an enemy country, some say it was revenge from a divine beast-level magical beast, and others say that the demons of the Ais Federation have reappeared.

Apart from Joyce Norman, the eldest son who attended Lanlin Academy and was the most brutally murdered by being bled dry, those who attacked the Norman family seemed relatively merciful. A sharp blade pierced his heart, ending his life in just half a minute.

In the Norman family garden, under a large tree, an inconspicuous black figure moved.

Mikayi was completely encased in armor created with black magic. The pitch-black armor absorbed all light, and if you only glanced at it, you might mistake it for a shadow.

He flicked the sharp blade in his hand, splattering the blood clinging to it onto the ground.

The dark equipment disappeared in a cloud of black mist, and Mikayi looked at his palm.

It's been a long time since I've personally killed a human being.

He acted rashly because of his anger. The thought of Kuro only made him want to vent his frustration.

You can't do that. I need to control my temper sometimes.

However, why should I, a wicked and ruthless demon king, dwell on such matters?

Mikayi rubbed his forehead and activated teleportation magic to return to Hell.

In the ninth level of hell, in the Demon King's palace.

The apostles stood obediently in place, waiting for their king.

After a night of heated discussion, everyone was probably tired and stared blankly at the sleeping kitten on the steps.

Rene flapped her wings: "The Demon King is so slow..."

"Is he going to overthrow the entire Lyon Empire... Ugh, that's so unfair! The Demon King went out to play without taking us along!" Akman chimed in.

"Wow! If the Demon King helps destroy the Lyon Empire, that would be a huge help!" A large black dragon at the other end of the line poked its head out. "That empire is so annoying! They're always looking for excuses to fight, and they even secretly manipulate other small countries to fight!"

"If you don't like something, just kill it. There's no way Neil Hawke can't do that."

“Stop talking,” Neil Hawke sighed. “Akman, you don’t know, the Demon King ordered me not to change the course of this world!”

"So, if it was the Demon King himself who did it, then that's a different story."

"Hmm~" Akman chuckled mischievously, "Let's not talk about that. I overheard you and Sethim talking about something exciting?"

"You want to marry two more wives?" Akman pressed.

Neil Hawke felt a pang of guilt, but his focus had completely shifted: "Could it be that the Demon King only allows one dragon and one wife?!"

"No way!" Neil Hawke cried out in despair. "If that happens, I'll have to beg the Demon King while crying!"

"What do you want from me?" Mikayi's cold voice came from the high steps.

Neil Hawke kept his mouth tightly shut, as if he hadn't been the one shouting just moments before.

The Demon King smells so strongly of blood...

Neil Hawke twitched his dragon nose.

Could it really be a massacre of the city...?

…?!

"The Demon Lord actually killed someone with his own hands?!" Akman's keen nose also caught the strong smell of blood on Mikai's body. She exclaimed, "I... I want to be killed too..."

Mikayi glanced around, then fixed his gaze on Kuro.

Kuro's breathing became even, and his previously weak aura had returned to normal. Strangely, the tiny scabs on Kuro's body had disappeared.

Is the oral medication for Qia Ni really that effective?

With a puzzled look, Mikayi patted Kuro's head.

The aura of the phoenix magic still lingered on that black cat's head.

Mikayi smiled.

My mood, which had been gloomy all day, was as if it had been healed by the phoenix.

After taking his seat on the throne, Mikayi first looked at Renee. Coincidentally, Renee was also looking at him.

Renee stared at him, her eyes fixed on him.

Their eyes met. After a moment, Mikayi shifted his gaze to the other side.

He glanced at Neil Hawke with a joking expression.

"What did you want to ask me for?" Mikayi asked.

"Uh... I, I..." The lines he had rehearsed hundreds of times in his mind suddenly caught off guard when the Demon King asked him this question, and he stammered, "Well... I'm just..."

“Neil Hawke wants to marry two more wives,” Sethm chimed in, kindly speaking up for Neil Hawke.

Neil Hawke lowered his head, staring at the ground, looking somewhat tense.

Although I promised them when I left the Zorro Empire, "I'll definitely handle it," I actually had absolutely no confidence facing the Demon King...

If the Demon King disagrees, Neil Hawke doesn't guarantee he'll have the guts to cling to the Demon King and wail in misery.

After all, he has no advantage in terms of gender. If he were to follow the example of those two angel ladies and demon ladies and try to cling to the Demon King's leg and sob, he would definitely be kicked away.