There is absolutely nothing wrong with my magic cards!

Bite into a taro that is salty and soaked up bacon fat, and that alone spreads the delicious flavors in your mouth.

In order to avoid burning her tongue, she ate the staple food while blowing.

Then he naturally extended the knife and fork to the grilled sausage sprinkled with cheese.

While chewing the food, Talomarty glanced into the kitchen from time to time, seeing pots clinking, frying pans roaring, and ingredients flickering.

It didn't take long for Atalia to serve the last vegetable potato cake, which was placed on the table closer to Talomarty.

Then she wiped her hands on her apron and sat down opposite.

"I can only cook some simple meals of the holy kingdom, but I'm not very good at cooking in the devil world."

Atalia said with some helplessness.

Atalia, who had never tried cooking in the devil world, seemed never to have thought that there would be a day when she would use the human cooking skills she learned at some point to entertain her fellows.

Talomarti chewed silently as usual, until he swallowed the food in his mouth before answering:

"No, I like the food of the Holy Kingdom very much, and I think the meals you make are very delicious."

"Thank you."

"you are welcome."

"..."

Neither Talomarty nor Atalia seemed to be much talkative demons, so they quickly became quietly eating their own things.

"If we are like this, we will be laughed at if we are seen by other demons."

Atalia did not eat as fast as Talomarty, after slowly cutting a small piece of taro, she said to herself.

"As long as the Demon Lord is like us."

Talomarti replied as a matter of course.

My brother said that heresy is always relative.

Talomati didn't hate talking to Atalia, let alone accepting such a heartfelt hospitality from her, and he wanted to express his gratitude afterwards.

Atalia was taken aback, then nodded.

"Too."

……

They ignored the two who were not at the table.

Because they knew that the two of them would talk for a while.

Behind them was the study room with a glass door.

Durkan sits in Morpeth's wheelchair and listens to him.

"The only thing I can confirm for you is that Ray really wanted to kill Lun, and Lun almost died. If it weren't for the crown of thorns you gave Lun, Ray might have been in Lun's life from the very beginning. Killed him off guard."

Morpeth seemed to cheer up a lot after seeing Decan. Although his face was sallow, it was a color full of withered and old taste, and there was no trace of energy in his cloudy eyes. Ken talked,

"This is what Milia told me. She may have guessed that you would come to me to inquire... If she and Ludwig hadn't rushed to the palace to stop Lei, Lei would have fought with him even if he died. Len played until the end."

Morpeth continued.

Although the Holy Nation has now tried its best to block the news of Lun's assassination, it cannot be hidden from some powerful people.

However, there were only a few people who really knew the details of the turmoil at that time.

Milia in the first scene is one of them.

Now that Lun is recovering from his injuries, the only ones who can get in touch with him are Milia, the Saint of Darkness, and Ludwig, the Saint of Light.

It seems that because of Lei's betrayal, Lun no longer trusts anyone for the time being. Only the two saintesses who can also be protected by the goddess with him can be regarded as the only two trustworthy people at this juncture.

Any other ninth-tier powerhouses, princes and nobles have no right to meet Lun.

So Milia and Ludwig didn't mention it, and people didn't know how Lun was recovering from his injury, or whether he would die.

Whether it is a caring person, a loyal person, or a person with ulterior motives, they are all extremely concerned about this issue.

"How about Lun's injury?"

Durkan couldn't hide the concern in his heart and asked.

Morpeth sighed with a wry smile.

"Milia didn't tell me that she thinks the answer to this question involves too much. After all, there may be some guys behind the scenes who also want to know the answer, but now I have no ability to keep this information."

A few years ago, no one in the Holy Kingdom, no matter how big and powerful he was, would dare to openly attack Morpeth.

But now, Morpeth's family wealth is almost gone, and he has almost buried half of his body in the ground, and the condition of his biggest backer, Lun, is now unknown.

Perhaps Miria's hastily telling Morpeth this information will directly lead to the loss of the overall situation.

"But Milia told me not to worry. There should be no problem. And what happened to Lun will be fully disclosed soon."

Morpeth added.

Until three days ago, the Holy Nation announced that the Holy Emperor Lun would personally attend the trial of the great traitor Lei in a week's time.

This is also Lunn's first public appearance since the assassination.

The exact state of his condition can be found out by those present in the trial court, whether they are friends or foes.

Durkan nodded upon hearing this.

Anyway, his final destination is the holy capital, and it will be the same to judge for himself when the time comes.

"What the hell is Ray trying to do..."

After all, Durkan still held his forehead in pain.

He had expected that it might be Lun and Lei who were acting to attract some enemies.

But according to Morpeth's information, Ray wanted to kill Lun with all his life and no room for mercy.

Even if the enemy is really lured out, both of them will be taken away, it's just for the enemy to reap the benefits.

And no matter how Milia asked Lei, Lei refused to tell her anything.

Durkan couldn't figure it out for a while.

There is too much information missing, and as soon as Ray's appearance is involved, the situation will be out of Durkan's control.

After all, the way he inadvertently looked at Morpeth was still seen by Morpeth.

It was a look of asking for help, relying on teammates.

Most of Durkan's success so far is inseparable from those reliable teammates, especially when he is in a predicament that even he feels unable to cope with.

However, Morpeth just smiled with a complicated expression.

"Delois. If it was ten years earlier, or if I was healthy, I would still be able to accompany you to the holy capital. But now I have no remaining value for you, and I can't help you."

For a moment, Durkan looked at Morpeth and thought he seemed much older.

Or maybe he just realized that he was already so old.

After all, in this world, the two shadow worlds are only half a year apart.

Is this slow feeling of time the world in the eyes of the demons?

For Delois, it seems to be just a year in the blink of an eye, but the Holy Kingdom has been 24 years.

Durkan lowered his head.

"Yeah, you're useless, so live your life like a normal person."

He said in a Drois-like indifferent tone.

This matter has nothing to do with you anymore, forget about it.

It's not that you can't do your best in a critical moment, but heroes will eventually get old, and the laws of nature can't resist everything.

Durkan whispered in his heart.

Morpeth opened his eyes, as if surprised by Durkan's words.

There was silence between the two of them for a while.

Then Morpeth smiled rarely.

He closed his eyes, leaned firmly on the back of the chair and said:

"Speaking of which, in my life, the most unplanned thing is to be able to chat with you peacefully. I obviously planned to screw you to death when I first met you..."

"Of course it may be that we both felt that the other was a bit interesting in our hypocritical cooperation, so we each took a step back. In the end, we didn't make a difference, so we got together and broke up..."

Morpeth was talking to himself as if recalling the past.

Durkan, on the other hand, listened silently to Morpeth telling his story with Delois.

"When I saw you in the Demon Prison, you had already changed. And when I met you again in the Klan Territory on the northern border, you seemed to have become a real human being. Maybe it was just a long-lost reunion, but that is so far, The two moments that moved me the most... so you don't have to pretend to be a demon king, just be human, this is the real you."

Morpeth smiled, and then looked at Durkan again.

"I do not have."

Durkan blurted out subconsciously.

He seemed to have unconsciously acquired some unbreakable habit.

However, Morpeth did not mean to continue arguing with Durkan.

Just said firmly:

"You used to pretend to be a human, but now you pretend to be a demon."

"My acting skills have not regressed at all."

"But now your acting skills can't act like a devil king at all."

The voice fell, and there was another period of silence.

Morpeth knew that Delois just didn't want to squeeze out his last bit of value, a little bit of insignificant life like a candle in the wind, and took the risk of taking him to the holy capital.

Just like that, Durkan seemed to admit something without words.

After a long time, he finally asked again: