Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

Since I knew very little about this girl who called herself a witch, and didn't even know whether she was a friend or an enemy of Miss Lilia, I decided to tell a harmless lie.

"These are just scenes I saw in my dreams. I have the habit of drawing my dreams."

This is not entirely false. I do have the habit of depicting my dreams, but this painting is different. I created it entirely based on Sophia's narration and my own ideas.

To further cover up my lie, I took out the drawings of my past dreams from the drawer and spread them out on the desk.

Seeing this, Valentine looked very interested, drove the broom slowly down, and then jumped down.

"Incredible, this is..."

Chapter 37 Demon King

Sandro...

If Qin Fangyue had joined The Last Star earlier, she would definitely have a deep impression of this name.

Those sources of justice and loyalty are one of the keys for Ye Qing to open up this world.

It's a pity that she didn't know the secret and just treated it as an ordinary name.

Six melodious clang sounds rang out, and Valentine looked at the wall clock. The thick hour hand struggled to point to the bottom of the disk.

“Can you give me this painting?”

She pointed to a painting of a ship heading toward the horizon, blurring the line between the sky and the sea.

There were four huge ships, slowly leaving Astra.

That was the scene in my dream, where I also saw a white-haired girl who was incredibly beautiful.

Her wet emerald eyes were full of anticipation. Few people could resist such an eager gaze, not to mention that these drawings were just my doodles on a whim.

Thinking of this, I simply took out the painting and handed it to her neatly.

"I'm sorry for barging into your home without saying hello today, and taking away such a precious gift. Child of Time, I will remember your kindness..."

Although his tone was sincere and gentle, Valentine did not stop taking the painting tube hanging beside me.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal."

"Its value is far beyond your imagination, far beyond your own imagination as the author."

Valentina shook her finger and looked me up and down with her big, emerald eyes, as if she wanted to see through me.

I felt a little restrained. I couldn't tell whether it was trembling or palpitations, but I always felt like I was being scrutinized like a criminal.

Her eyes were fixed on me, her pupils flickering and brightening, and the broom beside her was floating up and down quietly.

"You really, really know nothing about Astra?"

She sighed slightly, looking a little regretful.

"If this is a coincidence, it would be such a pity."

I denied it calmly, trying hard to maintain this half-true lie.

The little witch curled her lips, uttered an incomprehensible hum, took out an envelope decorated with black glazed stripes, and handed it to me.

"Your painting is indeed extraordinary, but it is not something that can be explained in a few words. In exchange, I will give you my treasured treasure, so it will not be considered robbery if I accept this painting."

She mounted her broom, took the painting tube, looked back at the envelope reluctantly for the last time, and flew out of the window like a shadow in the twilight.

I weighed the thin piece of letter in my hand, and finally couldn't resist my curiosity and opened it.

Inside, is a "portrait".

It was not until many years later that I understood the significance of the portrait.

The Demon King's Castle at the end of the Third Age

"Master Demon, this is the scroll you requested."

The woman knelt on her knees, holding a bunch of old scrolls in her hands, and spoke softly.

"Keep your head up, Fran."

The woman called the Demon King said coldly. Her tone and demeanor were enough to be called a Demon King, but she was wearing several tattered robes. Apart from being clean and uniform, she looked exactly like the refugees who piled up the rags to avoid the cold wind.

The woman called Fran raised her head obediently, and then the devil's foot gently landed on her head, pressing down lightly and slowly.

Fran's head gradually lowered until her lips touched the ground, and the pressure from the top of her head gradually disappeared.

"Remember, you are no longer a hero, but my trophy, or slave. It is better to speak less unless necessary."

"I lost my temper."

Fran put the scroll on the ground, got up and walked back in a hurry.

The great magician who was not far away witnessed all of this. Just now, she once again habitually pried into Xifeng's mind:

"I should have tilted my head back earlier... But if I had stuck out my tongue, I might not have had this opportunity again. Luckily, no one noticed me when I was slipping away, otherwise if someone had seen me blushing, my life of staying next to her would have been over..."

The devil noticed the slightly strange smile of the magician next to him: "Miss Lilia, is there any problem?"

"Ah... It's nothing, it's just that the kid is really..."

It was not until the Demon King completely looked away that the Great Magician muttered in an almost inaudible voice, "Nothing has changed."

The hero's name is Fran, and he is twenty-three years old.

Born at the end of the era, in a world ruled by the Demon King, she should have been a joke as a hero.

But it seems that the Demon King is obsessed with something, or is looking for someone, so the hero is also needed.

Fran mainly practices swordsmanship and magic. Although she can also make a proper fireball, she usually just buffs herself before swinging the sword.

She failed the first level of the Brave Trial because she didn't remember the rules, but she became a Brave in the end because she beat up all the candidates except herself the day before.

From the first moment she met the Demon King, she had no intention of fighting him seriously—even though she couldn't defeat him even if she tried.

The Demon King is a very cold person. Although he occasionally behaves as if he is asserting his sovereignty, he has never done anything inhumane.

And the devil is very beautiful.

Life as a "trophy" is quite boring, but it is better than being a hero. Apart from running errands occasionally, you just follow the Demon King. You can spend two and a half hours in the library every day, and you can hang out in the Demon King's castle one day a week. With all-inclusive food and accommodation, you can spend two hundred gold coins in the city every month.

Sounds like a part-time job.

By the way, Fran slept on the floor in the Demon King's bedroom, although the bed was about half a meter thick.

Originally, Fran planned to pretend to sleep until the Demon King fell asleep and then get on the bed, but the Demon King was quite "cold".

It was not until later when Fran saw the portrait that she understood why she looked like this.

Miss Demon King is already... years old this year. She rose from the north and ruled the world in the name of the King of Vampires.

There were many profound reasons why she usually wore several tattered and complicated robes. The most important one was that she enjoyed it. Except for some important occasions when the great magician semi-forced her to wear a heavy and second-year armor, she never changed it all year round.

She was a complete idiot who knew nothing about magic, and couldn't even do the most basic lighting technique. She once angered four or five magicians captured from the royal city, and even an old man over 180 years old who taught her for more than a month almost died.

The last one left was the Great Magician. However, she seemed to have given up the idea of ​​teaching the Demon Lady magic, and now she mainly uses mind reading to have fun by looking at the various weird thoughts of the Brave Lady under her seemingly serious appearance.

By the way, although Miss Demon King knows nothing about magic, mind reading or similar magic that requires mental power to crush has no effect on her at all, even when she is sleeping. A complete magic idiot may have the strongest mental power. No wonder those wizards were almost furious.

In contrast, Miss Demon King's swordsmanship is very strong - very strong, to the point where she can use her sword to cut through magic to an unreasonable degree.

It seemed to be an ancestral ability that could be inherited without excessive training.

Perhaps because of this, Miss Demon King's sword is always a consumable. At first, it was a gorgeous long sword with a diamond-studded gold grip. Later, she found that no matter how good it was, it would eventually break, so she used an ordinary long sword.

But in fact, Miss Demon King's physical strength is not that good. She doesn't need to wear armor, and secondly, she will feel very tired after wearing it for a while.

Even so, it does not hinder the fact that Miss Demon King is no less powerful than any other person.

The Great Magician likes to see Miss Demon King worried. After all, it is really interesting to see a strong and cold guy worried. Sometimes she even adds to the trouble.

Of course, when the situation is really serious, she will give advice, which is very useful most of the time.

She also liked to use mind reading to see what Miss Hero was thinking. Occasionally, she would try to do something that could be considered an assist. Although Miss Demon King still had no changes, at least Miss Hero would be very happy. She watched these two scenes for a long time, which could be said to be a year and a half, or several hundred years. The magician lady couldn't remember the exact number.

There are many variables, and if things don’t work out, there’s always next time. The magician lady would think so.

However, the great magician seemed to dislike being called by her name. Only the demon king could call her "Lilia".

"...Demon Lord."

Fran suddenly said softly.

Miss Demon King glanced over, a little confused.

"what happened?"

"Please... let me continue to stay with you."

Fran still kept her head down, her face almost buried in her legs, but her voice didn't tremble much. After all, she had been pretending to be serious for almost half a year, so she still had some strength.

The Demon Lady snorted coldly, and then replied: "The spoils of war have no right to make demands... But at least until now, I have not thought of abandoning my belongings."

Fran buried her head deeper: "...Thank you so much."

"Everything the master does to his spoils is to be accepted... so you should be grateful for any action, not just this one," said Miss Demon.

"I overstepped."

"...I'll spare you this time."

The great magician lady is stargazing.

It's called stargazing, but it's actually mainly about blowing the wind. After all, the great magician is so familiar with the astrological signs during this period that she can almost recite them by heart.

Every time the stars change from what she expected, she will be very excited, even though the result has never changed. But it doesn't matter, time is long, and it is difficult to persist without keeping an excited heart.

This was the result of her being familiar with the ancient books in the castle, and becoming the most intelligent yet dull person.

"Why hasn't that white-haired girl appeared yet?"

For example, now, Miss Demon King is here, and she really didn’t remember this, so she is quite happy.

"The hero...is much more submissive than I thought."

Miss Demon King walked in step by step. The observatory was very high. Miss Demon King was actually very tired at this time, but she refused every time someone suggested installing a floating ladder or something.

The magician lady tilted her head: "Well... Miss, why don't you just drive that hero away?"

"...She is still useful. She is a human."

At least that's what Miss Demon King herself thinks.

"So, our Demon Lord, what do you want to see me about?"

Although she was once a member of the Royal City, the Magician was the Demon King's teacher after all, and she also helped the Demon King's City a lot. Although the Magician spoke a little frivolously and without a sense of distance, the Demon King still trusted and respected her.

Chapter 38 White-haired Girl

“Where is our liberation?”

The devil took out the portrait and looked at it carefully.

Qin Fangyue, who was watching from the sidelines, wanted to see the pattern clearly, but all she saw was a mosaic.

But from the perspective of the dark red figure, the portrait showed a heroic white-haired girl, and of course she recognized this white-haired girl.

"Lord Yeats's...sister?"

She was stunned for a moment, looking at the person in front of her who was both familiar and unfamiliar, and those memories kept flooding into her mind.

Miss Demon King is a vampire.

In fact, anyone who has been in the Demon King's Castle for a while knows this, and it's not really a big secret. However, when Fran first learned about it, her jaw almost dropped. No, it really dropped.

The druid lady was not there that day as usual. I heard that it was the magician lady who reattached her jaw.

That's a legendary race.

Sometimes, Fran had an unreliable idea: contact a few people who could take over the chin, and spread the news back to the royal city, and she would definitely make a lot of money.

What is also extremely unexpected is that Fran has been in the Demon King's City for almost a year, and the great magician lady and those old magicians have been rescued for several years, but there is no sign of the royal city sending troops.

Later, Fran thought about it and realized that even if she sent troops, she would not be able to win, so that was fine.

As for what Fran is thinking, His Majesty the Demon King has no control over it.

She took the opportunity to go out and returned to the castle in the bitter cold land of the north, and found an entrance in this frozen place.