Layel supported Grano and followed the Demon King to a house. The decorations inside were exactly the same as a human's house. The lizard demonic called Varley followed them. She was undoubtedly this man's subordinate.
"Please have some tea."
She spoke softly to Layel.
"T-Thank you."
Layel was at a loss. She had never been served tea by a demonic seed. After all, humans had the same impression of demonic seeds. Although they had human intelligence and could speak human language, they behaved more like beasts. Without a doubt, they were cursed creatures that shouldn't exist in this world.
This was a description of demonic seeds published by a famous demonic research expert.
Plus, demonic seeds were very rare and their bodies were inhuman. Therefore, humans didn't have a good impression of them and even treated them as aliens like demons.
Even if their mother or father was human.
"Cough, cough …"
Grano couldn't help but cough. He was injured. Although he had been holding on and didn't want Layel to worry, his current situation wasn't optimistic.
Even though his body had recovered, his injuries hadn't. Plus, he was already old. If he didn't treat it properly, his life would be in danger.
This was what Layel was most worried about.
"Call Jenna over. Tell her there are two injured people here."
At this moment, the Demon King suddenly ordered Valli. Lehr was stunned. Valli replied, "Yes, Master." Then, she left.
There were three cups of hot tea on the table. Other than that, there was nothing else. Layel and Grano lowered their heads like defeated soldiers. Their morale was low.
As the highest decision-maker, she was actually defeated and captured by an unknown demon from a small place. If this spread, the reputation of the Adventurer's Guild would be severely affected.
She didn't know what was waiting for her. What did this demon want to do to her? Perhaps he knew she was a high-ranking member of the Adventurer's Guild and wanted to use her as a bargaining chip to threaten the Adventurer's Guild.
If that was the case, he wouldn't succeed. None of the highest decision-makers in the Adventurer's Guild were indispensable. There were many people who could replace them.
"Before my healer comes, let him lie down for a while."
The Demon King suddenly said to Layel. Layel was stunned for a moment and looked at Grano who was blaming himself. He must be regretting that he didn't stop Layel from taking the risk.
"No need, cough cough!"
Grano frowned and refused. His eyes were still sharp as he stared at the other party, as if he was looking for an opportunity to take the other party down with him.
The Demon King, who seemed to be full of flaws, sat in front of them as usual, smiling as he drank his tea.
After exchanging blows, Layle knew that this was impossible. Although she didn't want to admit it, the difference in strength between them was too great.
"Take a rest and leave the rest to me. Since he didn't kill me on the spot, it means that I'm still useful. Right, Mister Demon?"
Layle said to the Demon King.
"Maybe, but maybe I just want to chat with you."
The Demon King replied.
Chat?
Leier was covered in wounds and her face was pale. She had been badly beaten up. She did not look like someone who had invited someone over for tea.
However, it seemed like they were the ones who had attacked first.
After a while, Grano lay on the side chair in pain. Layel used magic to put him to sleep temporarily.
She let out a long sigh, then gathered her courage and looked up at the Demon King.
"Speak. What do you want to know?"
Layel's eyes were vigilant. She knew that the other party would not let her go so easily.
The Demon King was silent for a few seconds, then put down the teacup and looked at her. "I want to know what you think of the Demon Race."
Hearing this, Layel raised her right eyebrow and showed a puzzled expression.
"Enemy."
She only said two words. Her face was tense as she secretly gathered the magic in her body to her brain. The other party might be able to bewitch her with words.
"Then have you ever thought about the coexistence of humans and Demons?"
The Demon King asked.
Just like the scene outside?
No, that was just an illusion.
Although this scene shocked Layel, she guessed that it must be a deliberate act by a certain power. And this power, needless to say, was the terrifying Demon in front of her.
That was impossible, but Layel did not dare to answer.
She said, "The dream here is very big, but it's very hard to realize."
"Perhaps it's not as hard as you think. The war between humans and Demons has been going on for thousands of years. Don't you think it's strange?"
"Strange? What do you mean? "
Layel frowned and asked in confusion.
The Demon King suddenly bent down and moved in front of Layel. Layel nervously held her breath.
"Have you ever thought about why humans and Demons want each other's lives?"
"This … Isn't your question the same as why a tiger wants to eat a deer?" Layel asked in return. She felt that the other party was trying to lead her into a trap.
"No, there's a fundamental difference. As you can see, a large portion of the Demon Race and humans have similar habits, and they speak the same language. They can communicate with each other, so there's a possibility that they can understand each other."
The Demon King sighed and said, "But for thousands of years, the two sides have never reached a consensus. Instead, they've been at war. Do you know why?"
Hearing this, Layel silently shook her head.
"The answer is in your body."
The Demon King pointed at Layel and said.
"My … body?"
Layel was stunned.
At this moment, there was a soft sound of a door opening.
"Master." A woman's voice came.
Master? Could it be him?
"Come in."
The Demon King answered. The door was pushed open. A young woman in white clothes and carrying a medicine box appeared in Layel's vision.
A human again?
She was stunned. The other party was also stunned.
A human outside?
Qinna blinked. She had mixed feelings. The woman had some blood at the corner of her mouth, her glasses were broken, and there were some external injuries on her body. The old man beside her was even worse.
"Treat their wounds first." The Demon King ordered Qinna. Then he stood up, as if preparing to go out for a while.
"We'll talk later."
After the Demon King finished speaking, he really left the room. The white lizard demon stood at the door, nodded at Layel, then closed the door and left.
Grano's wounds were carefully treated and bandaged. The woman called Qinna was a young woman with a sunny appearance.
Why did she work for the demons?
There might be a complicated reason, or she might have been forced.
After treating Grano's wounds, she carried the medicine box to Layel.
"Let me take a look at your wounds."
Qinna said gently to Layel.
"Thank you."
Layel reached out her right hand. There was a bruise on her arm.
She sized her up, but Qinna purposely avoided her gaze, not daring to meet her eyes.
"Why … are you here?"
Layel asked softly.
Qinna smiled but did not say anything.
Could it be an unspeakable reason?
Layel could not help but pity this girl. They were about the same age. Perhaps that was why she wanted to save her.
She inadvertently saw a black lump on the girl's wrist. She immediately grabbed Qinna's hand and rolled up her sleeve. There was a very ancient formation on her white wrist.
As expected, there was a contract-like incantation on her hand. That was how she was being controlled!
Layel secretly heaved a sigh of relief and looked up.
She raised her head and asked, "He cursed you?"
"No, no, no, you misunderstood. He saved me, saved many of us."
Qinna hurriedly said.
"He saved you? What happened? "
"Yes, he saved us captives from a group of terrifying beastmen," Qinna replied.
Hearing this, Layle was stunned.
"He saved you? From the demons? "
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