The Seventh Year the Demon King Captured the Holy Monarch

Suddenly, Aiden was so startled that he almost jumped on the spot. How could this… just appear out of nowhere?

In the blink of an eye, Langmuir had already walked up to the shocked monarch and general.

He was dressed in the most gorgeous attire of the demons, his handsome face adorned with a beautiful red hue. Langmuir raised his arm with a smile, the silver bracelets jingling, “What, you’re not welcoming me?”

“No, no, no–not at all!”

Aiden shivered, quickly gripping Langmuir’s hand tightly, “My brother’s return, of course, I’m happy!…”

Even though he said so, his gaze couldn’t help but drift to Hun Yao behind him.

General Gennard was even more nervous. He had been defeated by Hun Yao on the battlefield in the past, and the memory of his brutal power was still fresh.

Even though he knew that the Demon King had an extraordinary relationship with the Holy Monarch, his right hand, wearing a leather glove, still unconsciously rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist!

The air was noticeably tense. But Langmuir remained calm, holding Aiden’s hand, his gaze turned behind him.

“You’ve met before, you know…..The Lord of the Abyss, Demon King Hun Yao, he is also my lifelong companion.”

Under the complex and heavy gaze of Aiden and Gernard, Hun Yao stepped forward, his demeanor surprisingly calm, “Your brother?”

“Yes.”

Hun Yao raised an eyebrow, “So, just a whelp.”

Langmuir: “Not a whelp, but a brother-in-law.”

Aiden: “…Brother!!”

The somewhat heavy atmosphere instantly broke.

Langmuir laughed, pointing again at his brother and said, “No more jokes. This is the current human kingdom’s monarch, Aiden Friedrich, my brother.”

“And this is General Gernard, who crossed swords with you on the battlefield in the past.”

Hun Yao exclaimed, “Your brother, he doesn’t share your surname?”

Unexpectedly, before Langmuir could speak, it was Aiden who interjected in a low voice, “My brother’s surname ‘Brett’ is the fixed surname of the successive son of gods before the Brett Temple was destroyed. So…”

Hun Yao raised an eyebrow. He didn’t expect that this young monarch could actually take the initiative to talk to him.

“Hmm.” Aiden cleared his throat, “…Since brother said so, today I will not meet you as the monarch of the human race.”

He took a deep breath, trying hard to control the awkwardness all over his body, and reached out his right hand to the Demon King.

Hun Yao glanced at it carelessly and patted the palm, “I see, brother-in-law.”

Aiden: “…”

No way, the Demon King is still hateful!

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Before today, Aiden would never have imagined that one day he could sit so peacefully in a carriage with the Demon King from the abyss, and the carriage was heading to the palace.

…Otherwise? It’s rare for my brother to come back once, and it’s the day of the big wedding, so we can’t just show our faces and leave.

At Aiden’s strong insistence, the Holy Monarch and the Demon King decided to stay in the palace for two or three days.

A light dust was raised on the street, merchants pushed wooden carts filled with fruits, a group of children held strange-shaped things, laughing and chasing each other.

General Gernard sat in front with a good temper, driving the carriage, taking the two distinguished guests through the cities along the way.

Hun Yao was very interested in the products of the human world. Whenever he asked something, Langmuir would get off the carriage to buy one. The carriage gradually piled up with odds and ends, and Aiden’s wallet deflated accordingly.

“I’m sorry,” Langmuir said awkwardly, “I didn’t bring the kingdom’s currency…I’ll repay you back.”

Aiden’s face turned green, he was a monarch, could it be for those few coins! He was clearly sour that his brother spoiled the Demon King so much——

There, Hun Yao half-lifted the carriage curtain, looking focused for a rare moment.

This time, he could finally look at Langmuir’s hometown again without hostility and hatred.

“Do you like it?” Langmuir lowered his head to open a bag of newly bought honey candy, “Maybe in a few years, we can also walk hand in hand on these streets with dignity.”

After speaking, he raised his eyes and smiled, stuffing a piece into Hun Yao’s mouth, “Try it, it’s very sweet.”

Aiden was in pain again, “…”

How about, should I go with Gernard to drive the carriage…

Langmuir also stuffed him a piece, “Be good, you have one too.”

……..

That night they stayed in the palace, the knights and maids who had served the Holy Monarch in the past were all overjoyed. Langmuir was still gentle to everyone, greeted them one by one, and apologized for coming in a hurry and not bringing any gifts for everyone.

“Goddess above, Your Majesty the Holy Monarch, your robe looks so good!”

“Holy Monarch, are the demons treating you well? …What, you said you became the Demon King!”

“Married!? Today!?”

“Oh, I feel dizzy, who will help me.”

This time, even Hun Yao had to stand by and watch like Aiden, and there seemed to be a subtle vinegar smell in the air…

“Cough,” Hun Yao tried hard to pretend not to care, pointing to Langmuir who was surrounded, “How long will this last?”

Aiden expressionless, “Generally speaking, one or two hours. But my brother loves you so much, it might be faster today.”

“…”

Just like the kingdom sang in those years. “No one does not love the Son of God  Langmuir.”

The Holy Monarch loved everyone, and everyone loved the Holy Monarch. There was nothing more reasonable than this–so there was no choice, one person and one demon could only stand awkwardly on the side in a daze.

But Aiden suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.

“…Demon King.” He said.

“Did he ever talk to you about his past?”

Hun Yao cast a glance at him, Aiden stood under the light, but he was just staring at Langmuir’s figure.

“Such a person seems to be loved by the whole world, right?”

Aiden spoke in a faint tone, “But can you imagine his other side? The side that goes against everyone, the side that is insulted and spat on by everyone?”

Hun Yao’s heart jumped violently.

Had Langmuir talked to him about the past? Of course, in that journey towards the end in the snowstorm, the Holy Monarch had once leaned in his arms and whispered softly.

However, for all the struggles and injustices he had suffered, Langmuir had condensed them into a few light sentences.

He could only try to imagine everything his beloved had suffered from those few words.

Aiden gritted his teeth and turned around, his voice trembling.

“Can you imagine…when he was still a young man hailed as the son of god, he alone bore the sins of two hundred years ago, and in pain, he became increasingly pale and thin?”

“Tell me.” Hun Yao’s eyes shook, and he blurted out without thinking. Aiden closed his eyes and shook his head, “I don’t know everything. As for the full picture of what he has suffered, apart from him…perhaps no one else will know.”

The Demon King insisted, “It doesn’t matter, tell me what you know.”

So Aiden looked at him deeply and said, “Thank you. Please…come over here to talk.”

……..

Langmuir never expected that when he came back after calming down the group of knights and maids, he would actually see the Demon King with red-rimmed eyes, staring at him with resentment.

It seemed that Aiden had already left. The bright moonlight shone on the corridor paved with marble bricks, as bright as accumulated snow. Hun Yao, wearing a cloak to hide his demonic identity, stood alone in the corner, not speaking, just staring straight at him.

Langmuir was genuinely startled. Apart from the time when he was dying, he had never seen Hun Yao show such a crying expression.

The Holy Monarch immediately felt guilty. He actually wanted Hun Yao and Aiden to talk more, so he deliberately went to chat with the old people in the palace.

But what happened during this time? It couldn’t be that Hun Yao was bullied by Aiden to tears, could that kid be so capable?

“I’m sorry, my King, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to leave you hanging…”

Langmuir ran over, circled Hun Yao’s arm, and comforted him like a child, “What’s wrong? Can you tell me?”

“…”

The Demon King’s dark red pupils slightly lowered, gazing at his beloved in the moonlight.

Langmuir’s eyebrows and eyes were still stained with the unwashed red, and the clear bottom of his eyes was full of worry.

Hun Yao reached out and pressed on Langmuir’s left chest.

He had just learned that there was an old wound here where the Holy Monarch was almost shot dead by his own people. It turned out that they were just a little bit away from truly parting forever.

But now, the one whose chest hurt as if it had been shot by an arrow had become the Demon King.

“…Why didn’t you tell me.”

Langmuir blinked in confusion, “?”

Hun Yao’s eyes were almost obsessive, almost like he wanted to bite someone.

He picked up Langmuir with a force, suppressing a belly full of anger and pain, “Why won’t you say!”

“What is my King angry about,” Langmuir was confused, “I haven’t hidden anything from you recently.”

“…”

The Demon King buried his forehead in the Holy Monarch’s chest, closing his eyes tightly, listening to Langmuir’s heartbeat, thump… thump… one by one.

He trembled, “The things you’ve been through, everything you’ve endured, if it wasn’t for your brother telling me…”

Langmuir was taken aback.

Then he laughed helplessly.

“Oh, I thought something had happened, you scared me.”

“Langmuir!”

Hun Yao suddenly raised his eyes and roared, his eyes full of unwillingness.

“What about your people, those guys who were just surrounding you, how many of them who have hurt you don’t even know how much you’ve suffered!?”

“Okay, okay, okay, okay,” Seeing the Demon King really getting anxious, Langmuir hurriedly soothed him in a flurry, “No one has hurt me, no one, really.”

“You’re just talking nonsense! And what about everything you’ve experienced in the Abyss? If it wasn’t for me telling Aiden, he would never know!”

…Help, what did this bad demon say to Aiden!

Langmuir didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, he could already imagine the scene he would face on the first day.

But now it’s more important to smooth the fur of the one in front of him. Langmuir slowly massaged Hun Yao’s broken horn, speaking softly, “I understand, I understand… my King is worried about me.”

“But I also worry about you, Hun Yao. Why do you have to list the past like accounting, just to make you more upset, like now?”

Hun Yao bit him fiercely, “What accounting or not accounting, I need to know your things.”

“But you already know. You know I’ve paid, I’ve also received enough love, I don’t need to ask for more at the expense of your guilt…”

Langmuir spoke softly. His thumb traced over the recently broken horn of the Demon King, “And there won’t be more, my King has given all of you to love me, hasn’t he?”

“Besides, Hun Yao, how much have you been honest with me about your past, your pain?”

The Demon King muttered, “That’s two different things.”

“Alright, alright. If you want to listen, I can also slowly tell you, but you also have to exchange your own story.”

“But not tonight. Tonight is our first night of marriage, we should be happy, okay?”

Hun Yao finally stopped talking. Langmuir breathed a sigh of relief, at least this round was fooled away.

He looked at the still reddened corners of the Demon King’s eyes, and a sour and sweet taste rose in his heart. Now he understood, this was the feeling of love.

Langmuir circled Hun Yao’s neck, he didn’t ask the Demon King to put him down, just smiled and pointed in a direction, “Alright, I asked the maid to prepare supper and flower tea, go and try it.”

Hun Yao hummed very softly, not knowing what emotion he was venting. But he stepped towards the direction Langmuir pointed, like a very obedient mount.

Langmuir thought so, and blurted out, “…you’re so good.”

Hun Yao hummed again, his scaly tail whipped on the ground.

Langmuir just smiled and asked again, “Speaking of which, where’s Aiden?”

“He went to cry.”

“?”

“Heh, you royals all love to cry!”

“…my King knows what he said to him.”

“I just told the truth.”

One casual sentence after another, Hun Yao held Langmuir, walking along the corridor towards the winding path.

“What flower is that? There’s none in the abyss.”

“It should be Night Orchid, it bloomed a bit early this year.”

They were wearing the same demon robes, their faces painted with the same red color, and their expressions also had the same love.

“Where are we sleeping tonight?”

“Aiden said my old sleeping hall has always been kept… ah, turn left here… the bed is big, enough for both of us.”

“The plants in front are growing more, is it your garden?”

“Yes, we’re here, my King, let me down.”

“No, let me hold you a little longer. …”

Above their heads was the spire of the palace building, in front of them was the back garden of the palace, and a table already filled with desserts and tea fruits.

Behind them, the moonlight and flowers and grass quietly bloomed.