DKIE CH99: Extra I

After the matters with the Holy Court and the former Demon King were resolved, the continent was quiet for a period of time.

On Dragon Island, inside a small house that was completely out of place with the island’s scenery.

Light refracted through the roof, creating a glassy, colorful hue. The surroundings were filled with layers of bookshelves, and a miniature dragon was comfortably enjoying a sunbath.

This tranquility was broken after three seconds.

The visitor brought an inherent racial darkness. Even standing in front of the flower stand, the shadow would be noticed before the eye-catching face.

Berlanie, who was enjoying his leisure time, didn’t even lift his head, able to identify the visitor by aura alone.

“What is it?” He still preferred paper books, his nearly transparent little claws lovingly flipping through the newly released second volume of “The Beloved Three and a Half Years Old.”

His other claw didn’t forget to give a reward to the electronic version on the novel platform.

In short, he was very busy right now.

Quill didn’t waste words and went straight to the point. “Last time we traveled between planes, you imprinted many books with magic.”

Hearing this, Berlanie still didn’t look up. He flicked his tail, the tip pointing to the bookshelf on the side.

Quill walked over, pulled out several thick books, and began to read ten lines at a glance.

In the blink of an eye, it was almost Luka’s birthday again. After the coronation ceremony, there were many trivial matters to be resolved, among which the development planning of the Demon Realm was particularly tedious. It was necessary to ensure that every place was adapted to local conditions.

Luka was stretched too thin, so Quill could only help him with the construction of the Land of Exile. For the past month, the two had been apart more than they were together.

This birthday absolutely could not be treated carelessly.

Mountains of gold and silver were too common, and heavenly treasures were too cheap. After thinking it over, he could only try to get inspiration from another plane.

It turned out that Quill was too optimistic. After dabbling in all types of books, he still couldn’t find a suitable one.

His brow had been furrowed for a long time.

On the other side, after crashing the reward page on the website, Berlanie contentedly logged out of the platform.

Only then did he casually glance at the bookshelf. Seeing the other’s conflicted expression, Berlanie transformed back into his human form and took down a classic text.

【…This most successful and failed legend of the continent is suspected to be a necromancer. He does not care about life and death, and his expression would not change even if mountains and seas collapsed before him…】

This was the only bit of introduction left about Alex in the history books.

Berlanie rigorously annotated in the margin: “Nonsense.”

As he was putting the classic back, Quill’s voice came from behind. “Have you prepared Luka’s birthday gift?”

So that’s what he was troubled about.

“Of course.” Berlanie calmly went to the treasury and returned a moment later with an exquisite box.

When opened, inside was a book-shaped ornament.

It was ivory white, and it was unclear what material the whole thing was made of. Each page was as thin as a cicada’s wing. When opened, it could emit light and serve as a small night light. When closed, it would automatically activate an illusion spell, entering a virtual scene.

These scenes were composed of a series of shadow puppets, telling the story of their defeat of the Demon King in the other world.

After seeing it, Quill instantly felt the pressure.

How could it be so creative?!

Hesitating for a moment, he asked, “What did the other dragons give?”

“Alice knitted boxing gloves with fire elements.”

Anything related to handicrafts, especially the handiwork of a strong person, immediately seems very warm.

“That fellow Rio found star-river sand from somewhere to make a pillow, ensuring it can be used often. I went to the Holy City a few days ago on business. The Saint is planning to give a partial chess game to see if Luka can solve it.”

Hearing that the Saint was giving this, Quill showed a faint sneer.

Finally, a gift that wasn’t so great.

Berlanie promptly added the second half of the sentence: “The Saint said that if Luka solves it, he can make a request.”

The partial game wasn’t that difficult. To put it bluntly, he could ask for whatever he wanted, directly saving him the process of thinking.

Quill: “…”

Just destroy them all.

To avoid his own book being flipped through until it fell apart, Berlanie finally said something dragon-like. “A gift is sometimes like a souvenir, symbolizing a certain connection the two parties once had.”

For example, the Dragon Clan and Luka were connected by books. The Saint mentioned that Luka was watching a chess game when he first went to the Holy Tower.

“You can magnify this connection to choose a suitable gift.”

Quill seemed thoughtful after hearing this.

A small, casual detail from a book he had read earlier came to mind, and he instantly had an idea.

Forcing out a thank you from his throat, just as Quill was about to leave, Berlanie looked at the history book annotated with “Nonsense” and suddenly wanted to add a further supplement.

After all, in the future, they would also be a page in the history books.

“Between your age and mine, who is older?”

This was referring to Quill’s age when he first died.

However, as if he couldn’t understand dragon language, Quill said without changing his expression, “I am a newborn who has just grown up.”

His body was newly born, he was very young, now of marriageable age, and a very good match for Luka.

Berlanie nodded, then left a new personality annotation on the historical data: “He admits he has low self-esteem.”

In the busy days, the sun rose and the moon set.

This day was lively for most of the day.

During this time, Luka received gifts until his hands were sore. Beauty seemed to have no upper limit for him. After turning a year older, he was even more unbelievably beautiful. After Lilian presented her gift, everyone subconsciously turned their gaze to Quill.

“What is it?” Lilian carefully craned her head.

Everyone was curious whether Quill could produce an even more novel treasure, especially Berlanie, who had no idea what inspiration the other had gotten from him that day.

Luka laughed to break the tension. “The most important thing is that we can get together and relax.”

This was from the heart.

The Demon King needs annual leave too! He could finally take a day off justifiably, the kind that wasn’t compensated.

Before he could finish his sentence, Quill had already taken out a softly wrapped item. It wasn’t large and was tied with a satin ribbon.

There were no magic fluctuations, and it didn’t look like it had much weight.

Everyone immediately became more curious.

The Saint even took a step forward to ensure he could see more clearly.

Luka unveiled the mystery on the spot, carefully unwrapping it himself. It turned out to be a small notebook made of sheepskin scroll.

He looked at Quill, puzzled. The latter slowly uttered four words: “A shared diary.”

Sharing is an incredibly happy thing. They were connected by a diary in the first place.

With a shared diary, even when they were in different places, they could share their daily lives in a timely manner and put those unspeakable feelings into writing.

The notebook in his hand seemed to instantly have a different weight.

Luka’s palm covered the slightly frosted cover. After a moment, a faint smile appeared on his face.

He was not good at expressing his feelings verbally. The most primitive method of paper and pen was, coincidentally, also the most suitable.

“A very good gift.” The smile in Luka’s eyes deepened.

Smiles are contagious. The corners of the mouths of those around him also curved up.

At this moment, Lilian stood at a wide angle with her shadow camera.

“Um, all the gifts have been unwrapped. Come on, let’s take a photo to commemorate this!”

Everyone was very cooperative in this matter.

Luka and Quill stood in the very middle. Nellie stood on a high stool. Cullen and a lucky fan who had won a lottery stood in the first row.

The Elf King, the Saint, and the dragons stood in the back due to their height.

With a three-second delay, Lilian quickly ran to the first row as well.

With a click.

A white light flashed, and the colorful candlelight was frozen. Behind the dozens of layers of a large cake in the very front, the camera accurately recorded one smiling face after another.

The sweet taste of the cake and the laughter lasted from midnight until the sun first rose. After daybreak, everyone once again went their separate ways.

East and west also included Luka and Quill.

A demonic mine had recently been discovered in Versailles Valley. Luka had to rush there immediately, while Quill continued to hold down the fort in the new district for him.

The diary was first taken by Luka. As the first one to record, that evening, after dealing with a troublesome demonic beast raid in the far west, Luka sat on his couch and began to write about the day’s events.

During this, his other hand, resting on the side of the book, couldn’t help but want to flip to the very end several times. Unfortunately, before they parted, Quill had specifically told him not to look at the last page yet.

It seems he really did write something. What could it be?

Having been left hanging for so long, this was the first time Luka had been left with a hook, and he experienced the feeling of an unbearable itch.

“Or maybe, just one look?”

The last inscription last time was a love poem. He really wanted to know what it would be this time.

After struggling back and forth for a long time, it finally turned into a faint sigh from the corner of his mouth. “Forget it.”

He should stick to the agreement.

To control his curiosity, Luka chose to sign a contract with himself, to absolutely not peek ahead of time.

After the contract was completed, he slapped his right hand with his left. “I’m such a genius.”

For the next half month, everything went very smoothly, except for one thing that went off track.

It was like when making a study plan, one is full of enthusiasm, but actually doing it is another matter.

Because most of the time, when Luka saw something interesting, he was used to directly taking a photo with his terminal and sending it to Quill in real time.

Before long, amidst his massive workload, he forgot to write in the diary.

Until one day, Berlanie suddenly paid a visit. The latter was building a teleportation array in a nearby safe zone and stopped by to see Luka on his way back.

After a short get-together, as they were parting, he asked, “Where’s the thing?”

Luka blinked in confusion.

“Weren’t you going to have me take the diary?”

At the beginning of the month, Luka had asked Berlanie, when he had time, to help him take the shared diary to Quill.

“!!!”

Seeing his pupils were about to turn vertical, Berlanie already knew the answer.

That night, the lights in the room were brightly lit. The new Demon King was trying to create a miracle with a pen, a lamp, and a single night.

Berlanie was organizing his accounts, his gaze occasionally sweeping over to the other side. He said seriously, “I’ve heard of human children having to make up for homework, but making up for a diary…”

It was a rare sight in the world.

Luka was buried in his work, the brush of his pen almost dancing.

During this time, he kept scrolling up through the chat history on his terminal, trying to recall what had happened that day, transcribing it from voice to text.

In the end, it was Berlanie who really couldn’t stand it anymore and said, “Although I don’t want to admit it, that person really does know you well.”

When Alex gave him the notebook, he should have thought of this situation. Luka was all about efficiency. Making him slow down and do something continuously was unrealistic in the first place.

Especially during such a busy time.

“That’s right.” Luka stopped his pen to ponder.

Quill knew his personality; it was impossible for him to be completely unprepared.

So why did he still ask for a shared diary?

Casting aside his initial guilt, Luka’s pen unconsciously poked at his cheek.

As his dimple deepened, his eyes suddenly lit up. “I get it!”

If you receive it, you have to write it. When you can’t finish writing, you have to make it up… when you can’t finish making it up, you have to learn to cut corners.

A diary can contain many genres. You can write essays, you can write poems, lyrics, and so on.

Especially poems, full of tender affection, and they can stand alone, making them an excellent way to pad a diary.

Understanding is mutual.

Quill understood Luka, and vice versa. After a little nudge, Luka was almost certain that what the other wanted was a love poem.

Unfortunately… after writing two lines, he declared failure. “I’m really not good at writing poetry.”

Whether it was overly roundabout or overly fierce expressions, these were his deficient areas. The things he wrote were less fluid than “you are my rose, you are my flower.”

Opposite him, Berlanie’s eyelid twitched slightly.

When things didn’t go smoothly, Luka never reflected on himself. He was accustomed to first condemning his family of origin.

Of course, it was also related to the fact that the dragon clan’s patriarch was present, which made it even harder to write those lingering, sentimental words.

He sat motionless for a long time. Opposite him, Berlanie didn’t make another sound, ensuring that Luka could have a quiet environment to think.

It wasn’t until the sky began to show the first light of dawn that this living fossil finally moved!

Luka picked up his pen again, full of energy. With extreme speed, he drew three pictures. Each picture, when spread out, took up exactly two pages, padding a total of six pages of the diary.

Berlanie was surprised. “Just like that?”

The drawings were very good. The content was a familiar scene, and he had been there at the time, so he didn’t understand the meaning of this drawing.

Luka calmly closed the diary and shared some handmade candy with Berlanie. The sweet and sour taste melted on his tongue, leaving behind an incomparably certain sentence:

“It will absolutely be more effective than a love letter.”

…

Berlanie left with the shared diary.

Ten thousand miles high in the sky, the terminal was broadcasting in real time.

“Good morning, listeners. Today’s high will be around fifteen degrees. The Demon Realm will have a clear and dry day. Please pay attention to staying hydrated and protecting against the wind when flying…”

Berlanie sprayed some juice from a blood-thorn on his wings.

Following the news broadcast, Luka had also introduced a weather forecast.

At first, no one, including Berlanie, thought it was of any use. Mages could withstand wind and rain. But in less than a week, the viewership ratings for the weather forecast were almost catching up to the travel dramas.

Ordinary people relied on it for their travels. Even the Dragon Clan now reflexively checked it before going out. Everyone, in their bones, still had the habit of preparing for a rainy day.

At a speed of a thousand miles a day, Berlanie quickly flew to the Land of Exile.

A tax-free trade zone had recently been established below. Because it was close to Boulder City, although it was only in its initial form, it was already very lively.

“Look, a dragon!”

The dense crowd of customers looked up. Before the surprised voices had faded, Berlanie had already turned into a streak of light and disappeared.

At the same time, no one noticed that an icy figure had appeared on the street. With a scan of his divine sense, Berlanie successfully found Quill, who was busy setting up a teleportation array.

“Luka asked me to bring this to you.”

Hearing Luka’s name, Quill’s sharpness was automatically weakened.

He took the diary. His face didn’t show it, but the speed at which his fingers flipped the pages was very fast.

He flipped directly to the last few pages. When he discovered it was a drawing instead of a poem, Quill was a little surprised.

The illustration personally drawn by Luka seemed to have magic. With just one look, his fingertips paused abruptly.

In the end, he almost let the edge of the paper cut his hand, which showed his agitated state of mind.

Berlanie personally witnessed that reclusive face, where for a moment, a smile was about to swim into his eyes.

“…”

He was greatly puzzled.

The diary contained a scene from when they were on the plane last time. Luka and Quill were sitting in their seats, and the rest were in the luggage.

The Dragon Clan’s thirst for knowledge made Berlanie unable to resist asking, “The same picture, why draw it three times?”

And it moved you to tears.

Quill: “It’s not the same.”

The dragons really were getting presbyopic. The difference was so obvious.

Berlanie immediately began to doubt his dragon life, his scrutinizing gaze about to penetrate the paper.

Quill said very proudly, “Here.”

His finger landed on Luka’s lips.

Berlanie was still puzzled.

Quill: “Look at the mouth shape.”

The three sketches were ninety-nine percent the same, but this was the one percent! The character’s mouth shape was different, clearly pronouncing different syllables.

In the picture, Luka’s mouth opened and closed. Combined, they just happened to form ‘I love you.’

To this day, those simple three words still echoed like a lingering melody, unextinguished in his heart.

Quill lowered his eyes to gaze at the person in the drawing. After a long moment, he silently replied: I love you too.

Thus, the little couple, under Berlanie’s witness, successfully exchanged a long-distance declaration of love.

Berlanie: “…”

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