I'm fighting Kal'tsit? Really?

"I should be asking that question! Why are you disturbing my sleep?!"

The two stood facing each other in the water for a moment, then stared intently at the only person who remained on the shore and hadn't gotten wet.

And all Nastie could do in her final moments seemed to be to quickly place her notebook in a place where it wouldn't get wet.

Then, after a brief silence, a spell suddenly shot out from the water, aimed directly at her.

Nasti reacted quickly, deflecting the spell with a counterspell, but another, more subtle spell immediately penetrated her defenses and struck her precisely.

In that instant, she felt her feet suddenly lighten, and her body was lifted into the air uncontrollably, floating lightly above the stream, as if pulled by invisible threads, briefly suspended in mid-air.

But just as she was about to speak, the power of the incantation instantly lost its support, gravity returned to her body, and she fell straight into the water as if in freefall.

The icy stream instantly enveloped her body, and the splashing water drew a transparent arc in the sunlight, scattering in all directions.

Nasti is not good at swimming and has never played in the water before.

After struggling for a moment, the chill quickly spread through her skin, but soon a strong arm reached out, firmly grasped her wrist, and pulled her out of the water.

The sunlight was blocked by the clouds, but it fell only on the outstretched hand, making the pale skin look golden.

Then came the help of the other little demonesses. After seeing her fall into the water, they all paddled over to her and pulled her out of the water.

Anyway, let's play together first.

Nasti heard the sirens who had pulled her out of the water say this.

She slowly stood up, looked down at the stream that was just waist-deep, and heard the laughter and playful sounds of the other little demonesses.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally cautiously dipped her hand into the water, feeling the cool sensation slowly spreading from her wrist. With a little effort, she scooped up a full basin and splashed it onto the face of the little demon who had pulled her up.

Without hesitation, she drew a bone pen from her waist, and with a gentle twist of the tip, the incantation coiled around her fingertips like silk threads. Then, she flicked her wrist—

A sizable wave of water suddenly surged up and accurately splashed towards the culprits.

"Ah—! Someone's fighting back!"

The little banshees screamed and scattered, but at the same time they were overjoyed, each manipulating their spells to try to resist or fight back.

A water battle officially began in the stream, laughter and chants mingled together, water splashed everywhere, and the entire area around the stream was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Regardless of what the future holds, and regardless of whether the tradition of prioritizing bloodlines will return to the succubi as the royal court continues.

But at least at this moment, they are closely connected.

There is no longer any distinction between royal courts.

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"What do you think?"

Under a tree in the distance, the Sarkaz demon king quietly reached out and gently moved Nasti's notebook aside to prevent the playful splashes from accidentally burying the pages.

Theresa and Pegasus hid together in an illusion created by the Demon King's power, ostensibly to "secretly protect" the children and ensure they didn't go too far—but judging from the genuine smile on her face, she clearly hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

"I'm thinking about when would be the best time to adjust the curriculum."

Gerald pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "Perhaps we need to get them up in the early morning."

Theresa paused for a moment, then blinked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"Kazdale is about 1,200 kilometers from the valley. It would take about an hour to get there by flying at full speed."

Pegasus nodded slightly and added, "If you don't need me there that day, I can go straight back to the valley to rest, teach the children, and then head back to Kazdel the next day. But in that case, it would be best to schedule the classes for the early morning so I can free up my daytime time to challenge... cough, to help you solve your problems."

"...?"

1200 kilometers, one hour.

Theresa's gaze froze slightly, clearly not yet fully understanding what the other person meant.

Gerald then took a bone talisman from his pocket and handed it to the Demon King's palm: "I asked Ramalen to make a small communication device. If there's an emergency, you can use this to contact him."

Theresa, who had prepared a series of explanations, could only open her mouth slightly at this moment, but ultimately chose to remain silent to hide her astonishment.

After a moment, she managed to stammer out, "Then can you bring people to Kazdel in an hour?"

Gerald shook his head slightly, answering decisively: "No, at least not at this stage."

He currently lacks a bio-force field-like ability; if he were to carry someone at supersonic speeds, he would blast their body to smithereens in mid-air, shattering even their bones into dust. Not to mention, his strength might not even be enough to reach the destination; he might simply collapse halfway there.

Theresa swayed slightly, as if trying to gather her thoughts. However, the sound that came the next second shattered her last shred of illusion.

"You still have a lot of work to do, Your Highness. You cannot rest now."

As those words fell, light footsteps sounded.

Dressed in a gorgeous gown, with her usual elegant demeanor, Ramalyn walked slowly from afar. She casually raised her hand, and a neat stack of documents slowly appeared under the influence of an incantation, then gently landed in Theresa's hand.

The next moment, a faint ripple of incantation appeared, like an invisible barrier separating the Pegasus from the Demon King. The Banshee Queen stood firmly in front of Gerald, blocking Theresa's view.

Her ruby-like eyes narrowed slightly, her tone still gentle, yet subtly conveying an undeniable air of authority.

“After all, he still needs to teach the banshee about her future these next few days.” She paused, a nearly harmless smile playing on her lips. “There’s no time to waste on your journey back—it belongs to our Sarkaz, Your Highness.”

Chapter 80: It Seems Like an Old Friend (5K)

With a sorrowful expression, the Demon King finally embarked on his journey home alone.

There was no way to stop her; Ramalyn's defenses were simply too tight. She had originally planned to ask Gerald if he knew the Sarkaz script, hoping to use this as an opportunity to get closer to him.

However, before she could take any action, she was stopped by the Queen of the Demoness on the riverbank, who urged her to leave the valley as soon as possible.

Before leaving, Theresa still clutched the talisman Gerald had given her. Once she returned to Kazdel, she could use it to establish a connection and transmit her current location to the spell on Pegasus.

However, what comforted her somewhat was that even though Ramalen was so angry, she hadn't inscribed any surveillance-related curses on Gerald—if it had come to that, she would have started to worry about her friend instead.

After actually getting to know her, it would be a lie to say she wasn't envious of Lamaren. She could understand the Sorceress's possessiveness and how much she cherished that Pegasus.

Kuranta's appearance will age with time, just like any other race, even the gods. She only has about 150 years left before her lifespan ends. Even though she isn't particularly old, compared to the other, she seems rather ordinary in terms of talent.

"The Continuation of Civilization" revealed to her the past of the Demon Kings of all generations, including the memories of the female Demon King, including her experience of hunting down powerful people on a large scale. Even without confiding in each other, the female Demon King had a method of reproduction through plunder, similar to raising an embryo.

It's understandable that things would turn out this way in the end.

As things stand, Lamaren is clearly completely caught up in it. Although she still maintains a considerable degree of rationality and the ability to weigh the pros and cons, they have known each other for decades, and to be kicked out like this without any mercy... makes her want to cry.

Thinking of this, the Demon King sighed softly.

I hope everything goes well on this trip.

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Meanwhile, Gerald was living a peaceful life.

I get up in the morning to exercise, study the forms of incantations, and randomly select a few incantations that the Queen of the Sorceress herself chanted to analyze; at noon, I take a walk in the valley with Lamaren, picking brightly blooming flowers in the summer and placing them on her long, black hair that flows like a waterfall.

The afternoon was for the children's lessons. Regardless of the results of yesterday's verbal cooperation, he could at least see a remarkable sense of unity. The little banshee who made the suggestion was indeed very kind. If she hadn't persuaded Nasti in this way, he originally expected that it might have been a long time before he saw such a scene.

Evenings are a rare and precious opportunity for sparring, allowing him to verify his morning's conjectures, and then, quite naturally, he'll be knocked to the ground and dragged to bed by Lamaren. Only after satisfying her desires can he finally fall into a deep sleep, ending this fulfilling yet ordinary day.

A new day will come as usual. He will wake up from the void, walk to the edge of the courtyard, and listen to the sirens' lament for nature at dawn.

The Queen of the Siren will come to his side, slowly look down at the sky garden, take his hand, and guide the elegy toward the future.

Unfamiliar language flowed between their lips, clear as spring water, yet containing a certain compassionate emotion. The voice was deep and resonant, coming from the depths of the earth, or perhaps floating on the wind, gently passing by the sleeping flowerbeds, brushing over stone bridges and trellises, turning into ripples in the air.

As the songs flowed, the creatures of the valley seemed to resonate with them. The birds on the branches stopped chirping and instead perched quietly among the trees, listening to the whispers from the dawn. The wind, carrying the fragrance of flowers, swirled upwards, and in the golden glow of the morning light, propelled the songs into the distant sky.

day to day.

Until a new signal came from the other end of the talisman.

At that time, he was painting with Lamaren by the river.

Sunlight filtered through layers of trees, a gentle breeze carrying moisture caressed the skin, and the air was filled with the faint scent of earth and grass. Gerald sat casually by a cedar tree on the riverbank, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his trousers casually rolled up a few times, revealing his long ankles.

His sketchbook rested on his lap, the pages gently turned, revealing a pair of slender feet—delicate bones, a slightly arched instep, and softly curved toes, like a work of art sculpted in the morning light. A drop of water, still wet, slid slowly down the curve of the skin at the ankle, leaving a faint watermark, adding just the right touch of liveliness.

Not far away, Lamaren was immersing her legs in the river, her skirt gently lifted to reveal her fair calves.

Her gaze swept over the notebook in Tianma's hand, and soon a blush appeared on her ears, but the smile on her face grew even brighter.

Do you like this?

Lamarle quietly moved closer to Gerald, her style of dress unconsciously shifting towards a more casual direction. For example, she was now simply wearing a dark-colored casual outfit instead of her usual formal attire.

She teased the calm water with her toes, trying to add some difficulty to Pegasus's painting process.

"I like it, but not because I like this part of my body."

Tianma stopped writing and said, "It's simply because I like you."

"...Ah, ah... um."

The direct attack came too early; before the conversation had even begun, it was completely shut down.

The siren was at a loss for words and could only stammer as she looked back at the water's surface, her toes obediently ceasing their movement.

When not discussing serious matters, Gerald seemed to revert to her usual talkative yet insightful self. She thought this might also be related to the peace and tranquility of these days.

This Pegasus is actually somewhat easygoing; as long as something doesn't put him in front of him that would motivate him to take action, he will mostly just stay put and behave himself.

To put it nicely, it means having a strong sense of purpose and focus only on concrete goals. But to put it bluntly, once you're in a new environment, no one knows when that belligerent nature might suddenly erupt.

Just like now.

A slight warmth spread through his chest, a burning sensation seeping from beneath his skin. A faint glow emanated from the inscription, as if some invisible information was flowing into the depths of his consciousness.

Gerald paused slightly, and in the instant he closed his eyes, a premonition, like a compass, appeared in his mind, guiding him in the right direction.

Lamaren keenly noticed this change. Her previously quiet and upright posture stiffened slightly, and then she sighed softly.

"Are you leaving?" Her voice carried a hint of disappointment.

Gerald closed his sketchbook, stood up, casually brushed the dust off his trousers, and said in a much more relaxed tone than Gerald: "It's just a short trip. I'll be back tonight if nothing unexpected happens."

"Hmm." Hearing this, Lamaren's previously low mood improved considerably.

She stood up, and with a gentle tap of her bone pen, a Pegasus-themed dress appeared in her hand: "There's a candy shop in Kazdel, run by an elderly cyclops. If you have time, you can bring some back and tell the old man my name to get one free candy."

“Okay, then I’ll try to bring as much as I can.” Gerald said, standing still as Ramalyn helped him change.

Even though using the wind would certainly be faster, he didn't want to rush things at the moment.

The fabric of the dress slipped through her fingers as Ramalyn looked up, meticulously straightening the lapel to ensure every wrinkle was neatly pressed. Then she raised her hand, her fingertips gently tightening the dark tie to make sure it was just right, fitting snugly against his collar.

"However, it's best to confirm the other person's identity before speaking."

The Banshee Queen's gaze fell on Pegasus's chest. She stretched out her palm and slowly covered the area inscribed with the incantation, confirming that every rune was functioning properly before slowly withdrawing her hand.

"My name itself is a curse; anyone who utters it without permission will have their mouth sewn shut."

"Me too?"

"You've said this countless times already, I'm just worried that the other person will repeat what you said."

Ramalen's gentle gaze swept across his face as she replied, "If you wish, I can also help conceal your true name. Those you choose will be unable to find any trace of your past."

Gerald nodded.

This is indeed very practical. Compared to some spells that might affect the balance of combat, he certainly doesn't want to expose his identity to some troublesome brats.

Upon seeing Pegasus's response, the Banshee Queen gently placed the bone pen on his chest, the traces of the incantation silently falling into it along her fingertips. She continued, "Hmm, it's done. In addition, I've added another incantation."

“I can sense you as long as you say my full name.” She blinked. “You can try it now.”

"...Ramalle Ducanfaris?"

As his name was called, a surge of warmth coursed through the Banshee Queen's heart. She smiled happily and continued to straighten his clothes, carefully checking every detail to ensure they were ready to depart at any moment: "Yes, then it's really done now, everything is ready."

There were no extra words or actions, they simply stood quietly in front of each other, their eyes meeting.

Gerald lowered his eyelashes slightly, then reached out and gently stroked the end of her hair in response.

“Then I’m leaving,” he said.

Lamaren nodded and smiled as she saw him off:

"Have a safe trip," she said.

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Unless one is a person with nothing to do all day, few people would be willing to cast their gaze at the empty sky at noon.

Therefore, no one would care if a shadow flashed over their heads in an instant and disappeared.