DKIE CH60.2: Feverish Discussion Across the Web

Suddenly, the snowflakes in mid-air froze for a second. In the courtyard outside the guildhall, a pure white figure had appeared at some point.

In the snow, the newcomer was so white it was almost dazzling.

“Oh my dear mother,” Luka drank his tea with a deadpan expression.

It was indeed his dear mother who had come. That devastatingly beautiful mom looked over and said, “May I have a word in private?”

Luka’s feet tapped twice on the ground, giving her two steps’ worth of space.

“…”

The footprints were clearly visible. Luka did not move an inch.

He pondered the purpose of her visit. It was probably because her reputation had been so bad recently.

She’s dreaming of having me publicly make some fabricated statements to whitewash the Holy Court. For example, that she had actually been silently watching over me, helping me in private, and so on.

The Saintess’s original intention was not to have a third person present. Seeing that he was not cooperating, she did not press a second time, knowing that it would only provoke his defiance.

She looked at Luka. After a long gaze, she suddenly said, “Come back with me. Back to the Holy Court.”

After speaking, the Saintess began to wait for Luka’s sarcastic remarks.

In her view, this was a very normal reaction, even a good reaction. If he didn’t care at all, why would he write things to satirize them again and again?

However, unexpectedly, Luka played with his teacup nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t heard what she was saying.

In the end, it was the Saintess who broke the silence first. “Do you… resent me very much?”

Luka did not answer.

The first time he saw the Saintess, he did have an indescribable feeling. That emotion, uncontrollably released from his soul, did indeed contain some resentment.

“For you, I have already made one colossal mistake.”

Luka raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Did I force you to marry the Demon King?”

“The matter of the marriage alliance was considered from the perspective of the clan,” the Saintess shook her head. “You know what I’m referring to.”

Specifically emphasizing the perspective of the clan. Luka was even more certain of his previous guess. She wanted him to refute the rumors from the standpoint of the greater good.

But what the Saintess said next was far beyond Luka’s expectations.

“When the Demon King and I separated, Princess Marie deliberately kept you to hurt my heart. When you were nine, I prepared everything and successfully sneaked back into the Demon Realm once. As a result…”

Luka’s hand holding the teacup paused.

Whether before or after transmigration, the only memories he lacked were those before the age of ten.

The Saintess slowly closed her eyes, recounting a memory she wanted to forget.

At that time, the demon race was holding a banquet. The demons were chatting and laughing, raising their glasses to invite dances. Only Luka sat quietly in his seat, yet he was being picked on.

She had personally seen her child being bullied, but she couldn’t show herself.

“When I was secretly looking for an opportunity, I found that you deliberately left the banquet early and got separated from the group, luring the other party to follow.”

The Saintess, being in the dark, could not act rashly. She didn’t know what happened specifically after that, but that bully soon disappeared inexplicably.

“Later, I saw all kinds of dark magic books in your room. I had a vague premonition that this matter was not unrelated to you.”

“While arranging the evacuation route, I secretly observed. Such bizarre disappearances happened more than once or twice.”

Luka’s expression changed.

Last time, after drinking the soul-replenishing liquid, he had only seen partial scenes. It was only at this moment that he had a reasonable guess. The survival method of the child in his memory was probably very simple: using the blood of other bullies as ‘offerings’ for a transaction.

To put it bluntly, he was recruiting heads for the diary offline.

The Quill Pen beside him was also slightly stunned.

The Saintess: “Although I don’t know how you did it, it was most likely some evil sacrificial ritual.”

Otherwise, the bullies wouldn’t have vanished without a trace.

“I understood then that you were more like your father. And I should have acted at that time.”

But in the end, she still chose to leave silently. A moment of soft-heartedness had led to endless trouble. The result of the fate observation that came from the Demon Realm further confirmed her view.

The Saintess said softly, “Come back with me to the Holy Court.”

Luka’s head was slightly lowered. It was unclear what he was thinking. After a while, he finally asked, “The Holy Court suddenly started targeting me because you told them about this?”

The Saintess’s voice returned to its initial calm. “I have already missed one chance.”

Luka laughed. He didn’t know what he was laughing at, but he just found it ridiculous.

Go to the Holy Court, help them whitewash their benevolent name, and then be under their watch forever? Maybe they’ll even cripple all my magical power.

“Those so-called bullies of yours were probably after my life, right?”

Bullying among demons was no small matter. For someone without magic, it was a fatal crisis at every turn.

The Saintess only said, “Come with me. The Saint doesn’t yet know that you’ve made a deal with a demon. Once he knows, your situation will be even more difficult.”

This was no different from being a demon’s servant. A transaction was often accompanied by a soul sacrifice. He would be guarded against wherever he went.

She gently lifted her sleeve. On her porcelain-like skin were bone-deep scars, one after another, very frightening.

Ordinary wounds could quickly recover as new. Scars like these must have been inflicted by a special magical weapon.

“I have already borne the punishment for you. The Holy Court will not pursue past matters. Come… back with me.”

Luka stared at the wound. In the silence, the corners of the Quill Pen’s mouth suddenly curled into an exaggeratedly violent smile.

She speaks with such sincerity, but there must be a trick!

A grayish mist floated from the palm of his black-gloved hand and shot directly towards the Saintess.

His attack was abnormally fast, ruthless, and accurate. In just a fraction of a second, it was unavoidable.

The Saintess raised her hand to summon snow. The snowflakes purified most of the black qi, but the remaining part of the mist still seeped over, causing her to instantly fall into a negative emotional state.

But it was only for a few seconds. A fluorescent glow appeared on the Saintess’s body, dissolving the mist. “A dark magician?”

The Quill Pen was a true master of all arts, able to use the representative skills of all races with ease.

The commotion here had already attracted the attention of the guards, who rushed over with a team.

“No fighting is allowed in the guildhall!”

The snowflakes floating in the air disappeared. The Saintess seemed to find it inconvenient to show herself at this time and disappeared from the spot. The guards still wanted to ask what had happened, but Luka turned and walked out directly.

He suddenly felt very stifled, unprecedentedly so.

When he came back to his senses, he had unknowingly walked out of the guildhall and appeared on the street.

The world finally became vast, but that feeling of suffocation still hadn’t disappeared. The snowflakes of early winter were wet and sticky, feeling like sleet as they fell.

Luka stood in an unsheltered place, yet he was not getting wet.

He looked up. A magic seal was above his head, firmly blocking the rain and snow.

The Quill Pen held a honey pastry in one hand.

Luka couldn’t help but be a little curious as to when he had bought it.

“Ahhhhh! A bad guy stole my things!” Not far away, a chubby little child ran to his parents to complain.

Luka’s brow twitched.

The Quill Pen turned his head. “Did you see that? A thirteen or fourteen-year-old child who is being persecuted will first think of telling his parents.”

If a child doesn’t do this, it should be the parents who reflect.

What deal with a demon? In the face of survival, who would still consider karmic retribution?

“Who did it?” A couple walked over angrily.

Before they got close, a leaf flew over. On it was engraved a magical inscription of considerable research value.

The native residents of the Holy City had sharp eyes. They were stunned for a moment after seeing the inscription, then the more they looked, the more pleasantly surprised they became. In the end, they directly covered the child’s mouth and left with a mouthful of thanks.

Luka looked at the backs of the family of three, his feelings mixed.

It was strange. The resentment that grew from the bottom of his heart was incredibly real, as if it were his own emotions, completely uncontrollable.

But Luka quickly calmed down. It was never his parents who had sheltered him from the wind and rain.

He had had this realization for a long time, so what was there to be disappointed about?

He shook his head. As he looked up, he met a pair of cold eyes that held a trace of worry.

The Quill Pen was still holding the dessert. The snow-water from above his head rolled down the edge of the transparent barrier, trickling down. For a moment, it seemed as if ripples had also appeared in Luka’s heart.

The Quill Pen looked down and said, “Let’s go.”

The two of them walked a good distance, Luka in deep thought all the way.

The Sage’s Sword had just disappeared, and the other party had come looking for him. It was too much of a coincidence. It was probably only one aspect that she came to him for a whitewash; more likely, she was testing something.

“Are we going the wrong way?”

Luka wasn’t wearing a mask and didn’t want to attract too much attention because of his identity, so when the Quill Pen chose an unfamiliar path, he didn’t question it. It was only now that he gradually realized something was wrong.

The Quill Pen shook his head, signaling for him to just follow.

Not long after, crows and white doves flew together in the sky. Luka arrived under a familiar building.

“The Observatory?!”

Coming here today felt like a deserted area. Pedestrians, patrol soldiers, law enforcement teams… there was no one.

Luka was even more puzzled.

However, the Quill Pen said nothing. He could only follow along in a daze.

The figure in front, even when climbing the stairs, had a straight spine. The observatory was very high, and they walked up the spiral staircase layer by layer for a quarter of an hour.

Finally, the Quill Pen stopped, turned to the side, and pushed open the last door in front of him.

The scene inside was presented to Luka’s eyes unexpectedly.

The room was obviously meticulously decorated. Balloons and flowers floated on the star chart wallpaper. Standing at the center of the setting were a series of familiar figures.

The Saint, Lilian, Cullen, and also Rio and Berlanie, who had come at some point…

Cullen opened the terminal at the right time. The Elf King managed to have his voice arrive before the king himself. Beautiful celestial music and singing floated throughout the space. Only the elven race had such a singing voice.

They were singing the continental birthday anthem via video.

Luka realized something and suddenly looked up at the Quill Pen.

Since this morning, the other had been staring at the terminal mysteriously. Could it be that he was preparing for this?

“I was originally going to bring you here the night after next.”

The sky full of stars, the lights interweaving—the atmosphere would have been just right then. But to cheer Luka up, the Quill Pen had moved the time forward.

“Happy birthday,” he said.

Luka opened his mouth, rarely at a loss for words.

The first time he celebrated his birthday was when his fans sent him blessings online. He remembered that time for a long time. Unfortunately, that wasn’t his real birthday. The company had made him younger and changed the date to one that was supposedly more auspicious.

The other trainees in the same batch had either changed their names or their ages.

This time, it wasn’t on the exact day either, but it was an exceptionally pleasant surprise.

Cullen looked at the Quill Pen and said with some embarrassment, “If he hadn’t reminded me, I would have forgotten all about it.”

The book “My Demon King Father” had mentioned Iliad’s birthday. Now, all discussions were unfolding fiercely along with the content of the article, but someone had only seen one key point.

Luka’s peripheral vision fell on the Quill Pen.

Everything felt as unreal as a dream.

A fireplace had been temporarily installed in the room. It was very warm. Snow drifted outside the strange, colorful stained-glass windows. The flowers on the star chart were plum blossoms.

He suddenly remembered the poem from the notebook back then:

I see the stern plum blossoms under the eaves, they are like you.

Luka’s Diary Guide:
Birthday wish: May everyone be successful, happy, and may all good luck come!
Astrologer: This is my turf. Hasn’t anyone noticed I’m gone? I’ve been temporarily kicked out by my landlord! I have to spend a night in a high-class hotel before I can come back.
The Saint: I’ll have the ferret stay with you for two days later.
Astrologer, who occasionally has nosebleeds from all seven orifices: …That’s fine.
What a fat and beautiful chapter! I’m standing tall today! Professor Yu will randomly drop one hundred small red packets~ Luka [Stunned] [Eyes wide] [So you have money]

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