“Our young master… does he really think he’s a Demon?”
Zixuan propped her head up, poking the noodles in her bowl with a fork as she looked at Joey and Arya chatting and laughing behind the window of the neighboring café.
“Maybe only he himself doesn’t know that everyone knows he’s a Human pretending to be a Demon…”
Aiki took a sip of the red liquid in her cup, then licked her lips.
“This place’s Beet Juice tastes terrible…”
Inside the café…
“Eh? Really? That’s amazing!!!”
Joey, like an innocent beautiful boy, sat next to Arya, looking at her with eyes full of admiration.
“Hehe… it’s nothing…”
Arya appeared modest on the surface, but inside she was blooming with joy as she took another sip of coffee.
“Miss Arya…”
Joey saw that Arya had completely let down her guard against him, so a glint flashed in his eyes as he asked:
“Just now, when introducing Weapons, I think Miss Arya mentioned…”
“Weapons are used for the Entia Kingdom to defend against external enemies…”
“But right now, the Demon Race only sends out some unintelligent Lesser Demon Beasts to bother the Human Race. There’s no need for such high-tech weaponry, is there…”
“Mr. Joey… you still don’t understand politics or current affairs…”
At this, a hint of melancholy flashed in Arya’s eyes.
“The enemies of Humans… have always been other Humans…”
“When the Demon Race was present, they were used as an excuse to create Weapons and oppose each other. Now that there’s no chaos from the Demon Race, countries accuse each other of territorial offenses and fight endlessly.”
Arya narrowed her eyes as she spoke:
“My parents died on the battlefield of Human War.”
“This world has gone mad…”
“Every nation only thinks about expanding its territory, ruling, conquering…”
“How is this any different from the Demon King…”
“When I watched nations use the Weapons I made to slaughter each other, I lost hope in humanity…”
“In fact, compared to Weapons, I prefer making Production Tools…”
“Is it impossible for there to be a City-State in this world where all races can coexist in harmony?”
Joey looked at the suddenly melancholy-eyed Arya.
Ah… a talented youth disillusioned by the world.
This is the perfect target for conversion…
He let out a small hum.
The little devil in Joey’s heart sprouted again as he looked at Arya’s sad expression beside him.
Then, the shota placed his small hand on Arya’s hand and said:
“I really… want to know more about Miss Arya…”
“I also want to know more about Mr. Joey…”
At that moment, the love in Arya’s eyes disappeared, replaced by an intrigued gaze as she looked at the shota beside her.
“Because I want to know… why someone like me would attract the attention of the Demon Race…”
“Eh?”
Hearing this, Joey’s face stiffened slightly.
“What are young master and her talking about? They’re practically glued together…”
A hint of jealousy flashed in Zixuan’s eyes.
“Zixuan, are you even meddling in the master’s affairs now?”
Aiki said coldly.
“Don’t act so pure. Clearly, you have wicked intentions toward the young master!”
“The only one with wicked intentions is you,”
Aiki turned away.
“I’m just protecting the young master’s purity.”
“Our Demon King shouldn’t need a defeated subordinate to protect their purity, right…”
Zixuan replied with a sarcastic tone.
“Unless the young master’s power… has completely disappeared…”
At this, Aiki’s body stiffened. She then took a sip of Beet Juice and replied calmly:
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“Keke… stop pretending… Aiki…”
Zixuan placed her hand on Aiki’s shoulder.
“You… also saw the image in the Crystal Ball, didn’t you…”
“That little one who stands above all, humiliating and toying with the world for fun every day.”
“One day, they’ll be pressed down and can only serve as a symbol beneath someone…”
“If we don’t act quickly… someone else will take them away.”
“How about… we cooperate?”
Aiki stared at Zixuan, her gaze growing colder.
“I told you…”
“I will protect the young master’s purity.”
“And if you say one more word of betrayal, I’ll cut off your head.”
Seeing Aiki’s cold expression, Zixuan shook her head in disappointment.
“You’re truly an ungrateful and greedy creature…”
This blood-sucking mosquito wants to monopolize Joey…
As the two stalemated, Chiyang suddenly poked her head between them and asked curiously:
“Joey looks really surprised… did he lose to Arya?”
Aiki and Zixuan turned at the sound.
Joey’s face was full of awkwardness, while Arya looked completely at ease, as if she’d seen through everything.
“Looks like young master has been exposed.”
Zixuan rolled her eyes.
“Young master’s acting is so bad, he always gets found out unless he’s seducing someone.”
Aiki narrowed her eyes.
“I still think there’s room for negotiation.”
“It’s fine! I can read lips… Let me see what they’re saying.”
Chiyang volunteered and watched Joey and Arya’s mouth movements.
“Arya said: I like you.”
“Joey said: I don’t like you.”
“Then Arya said: I like you I like you I like you.”
“Joey said: Wow!!!”
“What kind of translation is that…”
***
On the other side, Joey and Arya…
Arya wore her classic sleepy expression again.
“Mr. Joey… I may be a cook, but I’m not an idiot. I won’t fall for a couple of sweet words…”
“…Ah…”
Joey sighed.
“Looks like I’ve been found out.”
“When your eyes looked at that Demon Sword, I realized it.”
Arya took a sip of coffee.
“But I thought, even if this cute little guy is trying to trick me, I’d still like to talk to him more.”
“And I’m really curious why a Human would be surrounded by Demons…”
“Was Mr. Joey kidnapped?”
Eh?
Kidnapped me?
Those three idiots could actually kidnap me???
It seems this little cook Arya is clever, but not as clever as she thinks…
At the same time, Joey noticed Arya’s thigh was trembling slightly with excitement from his small hand resting on it.
As expected… pretending to be calm.
“Haa? Even though you guessed I was sent by the Demon Race… why can’t you be a bit bolder?”
The shota said while pressing his soft, delicate body against Arya’s chest.
Huff! Huff!
Wh-what is he doing!!!
So… fragrant…
Oh no… My brain is being taken over by hormones.
Arya was indeed forcing herself to stay calm.
The way this little one was seducing her was too straightforward.
She was already fantasizing about pinning Joey to the café table, tearing open his shirt, and burying her face in his neck for a deep inhale.
“Have you ever thought…”
“That I might be the Demon King?”
“Eh? De… Demon King!!!”
Arya’s eyes widened, snapping out of her fantasy.
“Keep your voice down…”
Joey tilted his head, pressing a finger to Arya’s lips.
“If you draw the whole café’s attention, I might have to kill you…”
The shota straddled Arya, pressing his forehead to hers and whispering softly.
Joey’s abnormal stats gave him the courage to openly seduce these little cooks.
After all, you can’t beat me…
So you can only watch as I toy with your emotions.
How interesting…
In the distance, Chiyang pointed at the two’s intimate posture and said seriously:
“This time, judging by the mouth movements, Joey said: I like you too.”
“Stop reading your broken lip language…”