The Seventh Year the Demon King Captured the Holy Monarch

Many years ago, those who were defeated by the Demon King basically had no way to survive.

The demons were inherently bloodthirsty. Hun Yao, a young demon with a broken horn and a difficult life, had fought his way up through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood before he met Langmuir.

From one-on-one duels to wars between tribes, according to Hun Yao’s creed, if one did not submit before the battle, it was most likely a life and death battle.

Countless unfortunate demons died at his hands, their bones burned and hung in his private collection.

However, after spending day after day with the Holy Monarch, the Demon King was somewhat marinated and his killing intent decreased year by year. Occasionally, he would spare the life of a defeated subordinate.

In the seventh year of the Holy Monarch’s descent into the abyss, when Hun Yao returned from a northern campaign, lazily pushing open the door of his small storeroom with a pair of blue-black horns in hand…he suddenly realized that he hadn’t added any bones here for a long time.

Creak—

At dusk, the iron door carved with tigers, pythons, and golden beads opened to both sides, and the Demon King entered his private treasure house.

Many tribal leaders like to fill their private collections with rare treasures and gems, but Hun Yao had little interest in shiny things.

His treasure house was filled with the horns of great demons killed in duels, spoils of war taken when conquering tribes, and the fur, teeth, and skulls stripped from the bodies of giant beasts he had hunted himself.

When Langmuir first set foot here, he showed a rather subtle expression towards the king’s somewhat strange collection habit.

He even said, “It seems that when I die, my King will definitely burn me into a complete skeleton and place it in the most conspicuous place.”

“Why should I put you in the most conspicuous place, hmm?” The Demon King hummed.

Langmuir didn’t pick up on this, he looked around and finally pointed to a rather empty high place in the middle and said, “You see, this place feels very good.”

Hun Yao was both annoyed and amused, and said, “Well, then it’s reserved for your future skeleton.”

But a year later, when Hun Yao conquered the Luolu tribe in the west, he hung the chief Luolu’s large horns up.

When Langmuir came here again, he showed a bit of disappointment. Obviously, he liked this place very much.

Now the Demon King had found another way to bully his slave. He deliberately let Langmuir choose again, and every time the human picked a place he liked, he would occupy it with the next trophy, and then teasingly took Langmuir to see it.

After repeating this many times, Langmuir finally realized that the king was just having fun with him…This human was really easy to fool in some things.

With a light clatter.

Hun Yao casually hung the iron horns in a corner.

The big chief who had been domineering in the north for many years finally died under his knife, but the Demon King was distracted.

He was thinking about Langmuir, and that “not too urgent but still important matter”.

He didn’t know why, but recently whenever Hun Yao thought about Langmuir, he would feel nervous. He always felt that the human’s body seemed to have gotten a little worse, and his temperament seemed to have become a little more tranquil. Sometimes, even though they were very close, he always seemed like a misty fog, unable to grasp or see clearly.

But, obviously those bad days are over, aren’t they?

In these seven years, whether it was hatred or injury, whether it was turmoil or war, they had stumbled through it all, and had already reached a place where the future was bright.

Perhaps it was still because of guilt. Hun Yao thought to himself, he really didn’t do well in the past few years, and it was only Langmuir’s absurd good temper that had put up with it.

So, he should treat his slave better in the future.

The lock has been removed, and the next step is to consider being made queen.

What reward would be appropriate? Not to mention anything else, as the king of the court, he can’t propose marriage empty-handed.

Unfortunately, Langmuir had been with him for too long, and there were no treasures in the large storeroom of the royal court that the person didn’t know. Hun Yao quietly pondered for a few days, and felt that only here, this private treasure house of the Demon King, might give him a little surprise.

Hun Yao made a round in the treasure house and first picked a longbow inlaid with pearls and broken gold.

This was the birthday gift that the chief Luolu had prepared for his ten-year-old daughter. It was light and luxurious. It was suitable to give to Langmuir.

Stimulated by the ambush on this return journey, Hun Yao finally decided to equip the human with weapons.

Actually, he had this idea a long time ago, but he always suspected that Langmuir would give him a knife in the middle of the night. But now the Demon King saw himself clearly –his reason was still suspicious, but his instinct had no vigilance against Langmuir.

So whether to give weapons or not, the result might be the same, so it’s better to give them.

After looking at it for a while, Hun Yao still shook his head, put down this longbow, and went deeper.

In the depths of the treasure house, there was a clearly vacant place.

On the half-human high coral stone platform, there were more than a dozen items, and a few were hung on the wall. Their craftsmanship was exquisite and atmospheric, exuding a faint sacred aura, which was completely different from the rough style of other collections.

A slender and stern bright cross sword, a pair of short daggers that could be worn around the waist, a dark silver robe painted with sacred spells, a set of soft armor blessed with defensive magic circles, a small statue of the Goddess of Light…

There was also a snow silver leaf harp, three volumes of Sunfire spell scrolls, several yellowed old history books, and various other things that Hun Yao couldn’t recognize.

They were all Langmuir’s old things.

Seven years ago, when the demons withdrew from the human world, Hun Yao had asked the Holy Monarch to take his personal belongings with him, and Langmuir complied with all of them.

Unfortunately, the only golden divine bow that the Demon King cherished the most, Langmuir said it was a divine object of the Brett Temple and did not belong to him, so he could not bring it down to the abyss.

In the middle of the coral stone platform, there was also an iron box.

The Demon King reached out, his palm pressed on the lid of the box for a long time, before he seemed to make up his mind to open it.

That familiar honey-gold dagger, quietly glowing, laid on the red silk.

“…….”

Huiyao gently picked it up, a bit lost in thought.

He and Langmuir, spanning fourteen years of love and hate and fate, are all here.

****

When the Demon King came out of the private treasury, it was already late at night.

He finally chose that snow silver leaf harp, as for the luxurious longbow he initially liked, the Demon King planned to refine it himself before giving it to him.

In the end, not knowing what kind of ghostly idea he had, Hun Yao also brought out the honey-gold dagger.

“…My King?”

Suddenly, a girl’s voice sounded behind him.

Hun Yao turned around. He saw Tianpo standing there, her face pale, “What is…what is in your hand?”

Hun Yao raised an eyebrow.

When he personally stripped Langmuir of his Mana, Tianpo, who had not yet been crowned as the young king, was watching by the side, she recognized this dagger.

“Your tone, is it like you’re questioning me?” The Demon King walked over.

“Tianpo dares not,” Tianpo knelt on one knee, devoutly kissing Hun Yao’s tail hanging on the ground, “My King, where my blood and soul belongs!”

But she gritted her teeth and raised her head again, “But Langmuir is a human, he was once the human monarch, my King! How could you——”

Hun Yao: “You also said, he ‘was’.”

Hun Yao: “Now Langmuir, not only is he no longer the Holy Monarch, but he is no longer even a pure human. What he has done for the abyss, is already almost more than me. What are you afraid of?”

“What he has done for the abyss…” Tianpo sneered, “Yes, he has done a lot for the abyss by assisting the king by his side over the years. He even said he wants to open the barrier of Gasuo, to let the sunlight shine on the abyss!”

“But my King, do you dare to believe such nonsense?”

“If the barrier is completely broken, the miasma of Gasuo will flow to the human world in an instant, corpses will be everywhere, and not a single inch of land will be left alive!!”

The golden eyes of the demon girl were sharp and compelling, just like her sharp voice, “Seven years ago, in order to stop the scattered miasma, three elders of the human Temple of Light died, and at that time it was just the king taking advantage of the weak barrier, tearing it open a crack!”

“Now, would Langmuir really take the initiative to open the barrier? He is a monarch who is willing to become a slave in the abyss for his own people!”

“Even if he is more benevolent, can he love the demon race more than the human race!?”

“…..”

Hun Yao did not speak.

He knew what Tianpo was saying. During those countless nights of suspicion and insomnia, he was thinking about these bloody words, telling himself: Wake up, Langmuir can’t be that sincere to you.

But now, actually now…

“Besides, this person has been very strange since he entered the abyss.” Tianpo’s eyes became cold, “A son of god who has been pampered since childhood, was abandoned by his own people, and fell into the hands of the demon race, can still be so open-minded and compassionate.”

“What faith does he rely on to maintain a clear mind? Could it be to save a group of foreigners who just captured his royal city? But if he has been bearing humiliation from the beginning…”

“Tianpo.” Hun Yao said in a deep voice.

In an instant, Tianpo’s expression became sad again, “My King, Tianpo knows what you are thinking. It’s impossible, it’s impossible…The human race and the demon race… can only be mortal enemies.”

“My King, Tianpo begs you, don’t return his Mana to him… What if he really harbors evil intentions? The abyss is just beginning to settle, the royal court cannot be without my King…”

“……”

Facing this little girl who he had raised by hand and who had always been loyal to him, Hun Yao really couldn’t say: I understand the reason, but now…I’ve started not to care.

Even if Langmuir really wanted to kill him at the ceremony after being made queen, it’s just another fight, and then life and death were destined.

If he died, the young  king Tianpo would be the next Demon King. If he had been wrong about Langmuir after seven years of getting along–this meant, if the Holy Monarch really wanted to take action against the entire demon race–then there was Tianpo as the last line of defense.

But he couldn’t say it like this.

“Look at what you’re saying.”

The Demon King was silent for a long time, and could only bend down and touch the horns of the lesser king, “Even if Langmuir really has evil intentions, can I be easily harmed by him?”

Tianpo’s mouth twitched, thinking: Isn’t it, look at you now!

As long as that human smiles and waves, you can bow your head and expose your neck—

“My King, Tianpo knows that she can’t persuade you.”

In the end, the demon girl gritted her teeth, “But if you insist on returning the Mana to the human Holy Monarch, at least…”

“Please make a decision after consulting with the high priest Tada.”