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Lawine likes him?
Likes a Demon of unknown origin?
Yulian was confident.
What she called 'liking' was, in Yulian's view, nothing more than having drunk a little wine and being egged on by the crowd.
Plus a momentary teenage flutter.
And blurting it out without thinking.
Just a so-called 'liking' without engaging the brain.
And even if she truly liked him.
Yulian didn't think Lawine liked the 'him' who was cheap in speech and annoying in action.
But rather the 'him' who was disguised at the Lars Family Castle banquet.
That 'him' who was elegant in demeanor, from a distinguished family, able to converse calmly and naturally with anyone.
And who could make others' eyes light up, couldn't help but look up to him, and even cheer for him.
But that person wasn't Yulian.
That was fake.
After taking the already drunk and sleeping Lawine back into the Lars Family manor and finding her brothers to settle her down.
Yulian casually picked up a wine glass and rinsed his mouth.
He left the majestic sky castle of the Lars Family.
The fireworks in the sky bloomed twice.
The first time was the fireworks celebrating Lawine's engagement.
The second time, naturally, was the farewell for the many first-rank Mages after the Mage Association's privilege ceremony officially concluded.
Yulian didn't plan to go to Frieren's side.
He left a letter.
Since ancient times, deep affection has caused sorrow upon parting.
Yulian felt it was better not to add to the sadness for her and himself in the final moments.
However, Yulian had to rush over to that old hag Serie's place.
Otherwise, Yulian probably wouldn't know how he died the next time they met.
The old geezer getting angry.
The consequences are very serious.
The dark night was exceptionally bright where the moonlight shone.
Yulian dispelled his Flight Magic and landed lightly on the balcony of Serie's luxurious residence.
It wasn't impossible to use the main entrance.
But the eccentric Yulian felt that if he used the balcony.
Coming lightly, leaving lightly.
Perhaps it would have more... "flavor"?
Bright lights were lit in the hall.
Serie sat with her legs crossed.
She was sitting on a luxurious chair, currently looking at Yulian with a proud smile that showed she had expected this.
"You've come."
"I've come."
"You should have come."
"Should have come my foot!"
Yulian's mouth twitched, ending their chuunibyou conversation.
He sat down casually beside Serie.
His legs rested improperly on the table.
He looked a little tired.
"Dressed so handsome?"
"Did you really get engaged to that little girl from the Lars Family?"
Serie's eyes narrowed slightly.
But the smile still hung on her lips.
"What engagement?"
"Just going through the motions."
Yulian said indifferently.
"Just something I promised that little girl."
"Nothing else."
Serie looked at Yulian seriously for a moment.
The faint melancholy in her eyes dissipated.
Only then did she truly, beautifully smile.
"I know their family's secret too, why didn't you ask me?"
"Instead, you had to owe someone a favor."
Yulian stretched his limbs.
He looked at Serie strangely.
Why did he feel that the old geezer today was especially...
Strange?
"Owe whose favor isn't owing one?"
"If I had really asked you, I don't know how long I'd have to work like a dog."
Yulian shook his head repeatedly without thinking.
"Who wants you to work like a dog!"
Serie stared at Yulian with dissatisfaction.
She wore a fierce expression.
She found that this little Azer just didn't know how to talk!
It's true that letting others massage your back is working like a dog!
But can you say that when I let you do it!
She was furious!
"See, getting angry again!"
Yulian stretched out a finger and pointed at Serie.
He grinned.
"You want to die!"
Serie glared and slapped Yulian's hand away.
The two suddenly fell silent.
Serie then noticed Yulian's fatigue.
She couldn't help but regret being so fierce to Yulian just now.
Serie blamed herself a little.
If he wants to be cheap, let him be a little cheap!
Being a little cheap isn't going to kill you, is it?
He looks so tired, dealing with those old foxes from the Lars Family all night.
Serie sighed.
Feeling a little weary.
He didn't understand what Yulian was after.
With such strength.
Instead of being a good Demon King.
He travels to various countries around the world.
And lives a hard life with Frieren and the others.
Occasionally encountering things that leave him tormented and conflicted.
Could it be...
Serie's eyes were slightly complicated.
She remembered Yulian had mentioned a word called 'sadomasochist' or something similar.
"Hey, you must be thinking something weird!"
Yulian naturally saw Serie's expression.
He couldn't help himself immediately.
"No, what strange thing could I be thinking?"
Serie pretended not to know.
She smiled slightly.
"Seriously, you're such a big person."
"Still afraid to admit it."
Yulian gave a 'tsk' expression.
He actually felt that just bickering like this.
His fatigue had dissipated considerably.
"Actually, I was thinking..." Serie hesitated a little, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed.
"Why did you, out of nowhere, stop being the Demon King and go wandering everywhere."
Serie was very clear about how easy life could be for Yulian with his strength if he wanted to live well.
He wouldn't need to earn money himself, wouldn't need to worry about three meals a day.
He wouldn't need to consider safety issues himself.
He wouldn't need to do anything himself.
But, with just one word from you.
People would rush forward to serve your demands with all their might.
Serie was a beneficiary of such privilege.
The former Yulian was too.
"So you think I might be a masochist?"
Yulian's handsome face turned dark.
Serie gave a thumbs up.
See!
This is little Azer!
Always able to get her point!
"I really don't know who taught you that."
After complaining, Yulian spoke a little more seriously.
"Of course I know being the Demon King is great..."
"But I also know that the so-called king."
"Is not just someone who enjoys privilege..." "Even more so, when danger comes, he should stand firmly in front of his subjects."
"Fulfilling the mission and obligation of a king."
The bright moonlight shone on Yulian's face.
For a moment, Serie felt that Yulian truly had a bit of a king's demeanor.
"However, you are a Demon..." "Not a human."
Serie thought for a moment and retorted.
She was met with Yulian's big eye roll.
"You just can't stand to see me look handsome, can you?"
"Perhaps."
Serie shrugged her bare shoulders.
She was the boss.
Yulian was the subordinate.
There was no reason for a subordinate to look handsome in front of the boss.
"The previous Demon King launched a great war against humans with the full strength of the Demons..." "In the end, it was the Demons that was almost wiped out."
Yulian said to himself.
"Then Schlacht appeared, and after pulling me onto the throne, we recuperated for a while."
"And then fought again."
"Still lost."
"What the hell..."
"What about whether I'm the Demon King or not."
"If I stayed there and didn't run, wouldn't I just be waiting for Himmel and the others to take my dog's head?"
Serie understood, she knew it!
How could little Azer be that kind of grand and noble man!
"Of course, running away is not my style."
"I'm just waiting until my divine skill is perfected to lead the Demons towards a bright future!"
Yulian added a serious sentence at the end.
But by this time, Serie was already confused.
She could no longer distinguish how much of Yulian's words were true.
And how much were false.
This kid.
Serie shook her head with a wry smile.
She finally understood completely.
Yulian always kept his important matters in his heart, never easily speaking them out.
"It's about time..." Yulian glanced at the clock in the hall.
He estimated that Wirbel and the others should be impatient.
"Shall I see you off?"
Serie stood up.
The departure was sudden.
She was a little unaccustomed to it.
"See you next time, Serie."
"Remember to miss me."
Yulian smiled faintly and walked towards the balcony.
"I came lightly..."
"Just as I left lightly."
Light and shadow flashed.
Yulian disappeared from the balcony.
Serie deliberately waited a few seconds before walking onto the balcony.
She looked towards the distant sky.
Gazing at Yulian's retreating figure, she felt a little melancholic.
She murmured.
"Crazy."
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