“Ahem.”
“Miss Saintess, could you please stop looking at us with such a strange expression?”
Being stared at by Lin Ling as if he were some kind of bizarre creature, had Cecil actually managed to feel embarrassed?!
Feeling embarrassed while hanging upside down and swaying in the wind only made him look infinitely stranger!
“Great Miss Saintess.”
Aliviel was also swaying gently beside him, her voice sounding incredibly pitiful.
“If possible, could you please ignore this unreliable demon and let me, a pitiful succubus, down?”
Watching the two of them sway in the wind while bickering and tearing each other down, a look of pure disgust slowly crept onto Lin Ling's face.
“Aliviel, you're really entirely full of yourself, aren't you?”
“Eh~”
Aliviel tilted her head slightly.
“I'll be very sad if you say that, Miss Saintess.”
Cecil swayed beside her.
“Would you really be sad?”
“Of course I would.”
“Then your sadness is truly cheap.”
“Cecil, you really are perfectly suited to hang here forever.”
“Right back at you.”
Watching the two start bickering again, Lin Ling silently took a step back.
She felt that if she kept watching them, her own mind would become corrupted.
Right then, Lin Ling's fully active magic perception picked up on something.
A very familiar and powerful magic power was approaching.
And it carried a dangerous aura that made Miss Saintess's scalp tingle.
Lin Ling's expression instantly became distorted.
It seemed the Demon King was heading straight this way.
Looking at the two still bickering in front of her, she raised her hand and cast a small wind magic spell at the ropes holding them up.
A wind blade sliced through the air.
The ropes snapped instantly.
Aliviel and Cecil's bodies both plummeted a short distance.
“Eh?”
“Oh?”
The two adjusted their stances almost simultaneously, landing on the edge of the clock tower.
After casting the spell, Lin Ling didn't even wait for them to express their gratitude to the great Miss Saintess for saving them. She immediately cast her teleportation magic.
With a whoosh, she vanished on the spot.
Aliviel: “...”
Cecil: “...”
The two stared at the spot where Lin Ling had vanished, while simultaneously sensing the approaching aura of the Demon King.
The air fell silent for a brief moment.
“I see.”
Cecil stroked his chin.
“It seems our Miss Saintess is indeed very skilled at running away.”
Aliviel ran a hand through her messy hair.
“Her judgment was spot on.”
Sensing the rapidly approaching aura of the Demon King, they really should have left this dangerous spot immediately after being let down.
But Aliviel glanced at Cecil's tail.
Remembering how she had been repeatedly elbowed and struck by this tail all morning, her smile slowly turned dangerous.
“Oh, you damn Cecil.”
“The days of you repeatedly slapping my beautiful face with that tail of yours are over.”
Aliviel tidied her hair while glaring at Cecil, who had also just been let down.
Cecil stretched his neck.
“Oh?”
“It seems Aliviel wants to experience the power of the demon race?”
Seeing the battle-ready Aliviel opposite him, Cecil also assumed a fighting stance.
“Perfect.”
Aliviel smiled.
“Then let me see if you, the Guardian of the Demon King's Castle, actually deserve that title.”
Almost instantly, the two began tussling in mid-air.
There was no epic clashing of magic on the level of the Four Heavenly Kings.
Nor was there any elegant fighting stance.
There were only tails, wings, claws, and a chaotic mess of who-knows-who grabbing whose hair first.
“Cecil! Watch your tail!”
“Aliviel, let go of my horns first!”
“Who told you to slap my face earlier!”
“That was the wind's fault!”
“Then go fight the wind!”
The two fought tooth and nail, completely locked in combat.
Right as they were in the heat of their struggle, a hand suddenly landed on each of their shoulders.
The hands rested lightly on their shoulders.
Yet the moment they landed, both felt an immense, crushing weight pressing down.
Aliviel and Cecil's movements froze instantly.
“You two.”
Ivelia's voice rang out from behind them.
“Have you seen Lin Ling?”
She gripped their shoulders just like that.
There was even a smile on her face.
Aliviel and Cecil slowly turned their heads.
They saw Ivelia smiling behind them.
But no matter how they looked at it, the Demon King's smile seemed incredibly dangerous.
The two: “...”
Was the weather in the Demon King's Castle really destined to remain freezing forever?
However, since Lin Ling was the benefactor who had helped them down, the two exchanged a glance.
It was as if they were confirming each other's thoughts.
Miss Saintess just saved us.
This favor must be remembered!
At a time like this, we must show some loyalty.
Aliviel and Cecil raised their hands simultaneously, pointing in completely different directions.
“Uh, Lin Ling, she went that way!” both said at the same time.
The two were indeed being loyal.
However, it would have been nice if they had a bit more tacit understanding next time.
Ivelia looked at the two pointing in completely opposite directions.
The smile in her eyes seemed to grow even more dangerous.
“Is that so?”
“I didn't know Lin Ling could split herself and run in two different directions.”
Aliviel: “...”
Cecil: “...”
Oh, no.
They had forgotten to coordinate their stories.
But Ivelia didn't press them further.
She simply raised her head and sensed the residual magic traces in the air.
Although Lin Ling's teleportation magic had improved a lot,
because her magic power was so immense, she would leave very obvious traces behind every time she used it.
To Ivelia, these traces were as clear as if she had written "I ran this way" in the air.
After confirming the direction, Ivelia let go of their shoulders.
“Carry on.”
With that, her figure vanished on the spot.
By the time the Demon King followed Lin Ling's residual magic traces and left, two teru teru bozu were once again hanging from the clock tower.
Aliviel: “...”
Cecil: “...”
The wind blew.
The two swayed gently in the air.
“Hey, Cecil.”
“Yeah?”
“Would it have been better if we had just told the truth?”
Cecil fell silent for a moment.
Then he looked at the distant sky.
“There's no point in talking about it now, Aliviel.”
Aliviel closed her eyes.
“Next time, I definitely won't lie with you.”
“Right back at you.”
Meanwhile, Baroque, who had just returned, looked up at the two dark silhouettes on the clock tower and shook his head gently.
“Sigh.”
By this time, Lin Ling had already teleported near the residential district.
“Phew~ Good thing I ran fast.”
Lin Ling leaned against a tree, panting heavily.
“That was too terrifying.”
If Miss Saintess's freedom was restricted, it would practically be the death of her.
Although she didn't know why the Demon King cared so much about her,
if her movements were restricted, wouldn't Miss Saintess's great adventure in another world be over before it even began?
No, absolutely not.
Miss Saintess had to have her freedom.
Leaning against the tree, Lin Ling had a serious expression on her face, as if she were contemplating some major issue concerning the fate of the world.
Right then, Leticia, who was in the field, spotted the white figure panting against the tree not far away.
She was slightly taken aback.
“Lin Ling?”
With that, Leticia walked over from the field.
“Gah!”
Hearing someone call her name, Lin Ling's hair stood on end.
Without even turning around to see who it was, she hastily cast her teleportation magic to flee.
Whoosh.
The white figure vanished once more.
Leticia stood on the spot.
Her outstretched hand remained frozen in mid-air.
“Eh? Is she in some kind of hurry?”
She looked at the spot where Lin Ling had vanished with some confusion.
But in the next second, Leticia saw Ivelia's figure appear not far away.
The Demon King had teleported over almost immediately, following Lin Ling's residual magic traces.
Leticia: “...”
She looked at the spot where Lin Ling had just vanished,
then back at the newly arrived Ivelia.
She seemed to understand a little why Lin Ling had run away in an instant.
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