Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Glaysia raised an elegant eyebrow... Seeing her expression that was almost greasy, Rommel had no choice but to look up at the sky.

His tolerance, in fact, is really strong.

But sometimes, even if he knew in his heart that he could maintain a calm appearance, his overly keen reactions would make their own decisions ahead of reason... stop looking.

During his interactions with Princess Glaysia, the biggest question in Rommel’s mind was: Who on earth did Glaysia learn such unique, greasy, and vulgar behavior from?

Although he occasionally suspects the Lord of Hell... but Asmodeus used to be an angel!

An angel, as a creature, might be brainless, but never crude or vulgar... that’s their innate demeanor.

Perhaps because angels are basically born in positive energy, even those more lively types, at first encounter, you might find them lively and cute, not noisy and annoying.

Typically, angels’ personalities might vary due to the characteristics of the deities they are created by and follow... but as natives of the Heavenly Mountain, even if Battle Angels become ugly, they remain elegant.

Even though deeply disgusted with Asmodeus, who caused tragic harm to his students, Draculus would not attribute faults that aren’t there to the Lord of Hell.

Yet, Bisozeya is also a Princess of Hell, isn’t she?

From Draculus’s limited understanding, although the Devil Royalty’s ways are somewhat despicable, they still present themselves quite elegantly.

And that Queen of Hell is famously arrogant and self-important... how could she possibly be such a greasy being?

The thought of Bisozeya raising an eyebrow like this at Asmodeus made Rommel shiver all over.

Asmodeus wouldn’t trouble himself like this.

Having thought through these things, Rommel finally recalled a certain influential figure who once moved the Lord of Hell... that Duke Mamon of the third inferno.

But he thought and thought, still clueless about how that fat, ugly long serpent... ah, an oily, ugly snake like this could actually be the one Glaysia values and cherishes most?

Rommel wasn’t sure about others who were pursued like this by Glaysia... but at the thought of it, all he felt was humiliation.

This isn’t even the real him, yet he’s already so...

If he appeared as Draculus, and was pursued this disdainfully, thinking of that fat snake cherished by Glaysia enough to defy the Lord of Hell... Rommel slightly lifted his head to prevent the princess from seeing his discontent, a turmoil of emotions in his heart.

Glaysia didn’t sense how turbulent Rommel’s heart was from his stance at the doorway, seemingly frozen with his feet in the door frame. Yet she changed into another pose, one she felt made her appear particularly elegant and beautiful, and handed him a Moonlight Rose.

With a smile on her lips and eyes like spring water, full of affection, she said, "I know, right now, you have many concerns.

But, the spring I bring personally, surely you can accept it?

It’s nothing precious, just a bouquet symbolizing the arrival of spring.

And no symbol of love.

As friends who can still talk decently, won’t you even spare me this bit of sentiment?"

Rommel let out a soft yet pronounced sigh: "If this is your final gift, then I am willing.

But, if this is the beginning, then I can only choose to let down your friendship.

Though your status is noble, and your power is great... for someone who cares about nothing, what pressure holds any weight?

I might not have great abilities, but Grand Magus Glaysia, there will always be people who value dignity more than life.

I may not be at that stage yet, but I’ve... made the necessary psychological preparations."

Rommel’s sigh was meant for both Glaysia and himself to hear.

He felt like he could hear Little Bear’s outrageous laughter in his ears already... not even the mushiest knight novels in Teraxil contained words as frightening as what he said today.

Only the Elven God King, with his head full of love and flowers, could likely utter such words in the whole of Teraxil.

Rommel really wanted to close his eyes... His, Draculus’s lifetime of fame!

Would he later be compared to that fool of an Elven God King?

Glaysia raised an eyebrow again... Rommel couldn’t help but shout inwardly: Who taught you this eyebrow-raising technique?

When many people express joy or confusion, they’ll slightly raise an eyebrow... but that natural angle doesn’t make others particularly notice.

However, Glaysia’s long, thin black eyebrows were almost pulled into a curl by her.

Besides, she could keep her other eyebrow completely still.

A person who follows their heart, when raising an eyebrow, typically raises one higher than the other, but both eyebrows move!

This appearance of Glaysia clearly takes hundreds of practices to perfect.

Anyone with a bit of reason or aesthetics would probably find such a demeanor unworthy of practice... how did she transform from a Princess of Hell into a Hellish Rascal?

Why didn’t Asmodeus just kill her and let her reincarnate as a devil again?

Draculus felt he wasn’t the type to point fingers, but today, he really couldn’t tolerate it... indeed, where there’s an audience, your folly is the worst nightmare.

"Oh, that won’t do~" Glaysia said cheerfully, "How could I bear to have you become shattered stars?

Rest assured, as long as you’re willing to face me, I’ll surely choose to move you with sincerity and genuine feelings.

However, please accept the gift I personally offer you~

I won’t send anything particularly expensive, but they’re all handmade by me~

These beautiful Moonlight Roses, I personally planted, nurtured, and picked them~

I think, in this world, nothing represents my heart better than these Moonlight Roses."

Rommel was dumbfounded to find... Glaysia didn’t intend to listen to anything he said.

It was obvious she only had her own thoughts, not the other’s feelings.

With his life experience, of course, he had encountered such heartless people before... but back then, even if he couldn’t kill them, he could still throw them out directly.

But now, Rommel could only quickly think of words, searching for the next round of language.

He no longer considered whether he could move this Princess of Hell’s heart to temporarily give up making him accept these flowers.

Rommel only hoped he could find a way to let this princess hear at least a little of his voice.

Glaysia now was clearly just talking to herself, no matter what he said, it was useless.

Damn~

How did the runaway Rosero, reportedly a long-time Great Devil beside Glaysia, manage to live until now?

This was no longer a level of not listening or behaving properly!

Draculus finally saw what kind of second generation could be more rampant than the Elven God King.

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"What happened, why is the room in such a state?" Carpenter, looking more energetic, walked over to Russell, softly questioning her somewhat dazed brother.

Russell was currently squatting in the small compartment outside the secret chamber where external images could be seen.

As one of the most hidden corners in the Magic Tower, this secret chamber was a triple suite.

Countless magic runes shimmered on the walls, different arrangements forming interlocking layers of the Isolation Array.

Even if the last door wasn’t closed, unless someone entered the Magic Tower, it was hard to see or hear the images and sounds from that room.

So, Russell had been squatting in this middle compartment all this time to study... although staying in the room wasn’t impossible, the images didn’t affect him, but his teacher’s occasional cheers would.

Russell hadn’t yet trained himself to the level of being able to remain calm and read his book while witnessing his teacher’s exuberance.

Both Carpenter and Russell confirmed during this time... Rommel had truly deeply offended their teacher.

However, he wasn’t really their enemy.

Thus, their teacher was merely enjoying the situation of seeing Rommel in distress and discomfort.

But the situation today, Carpenter really saw for the first time... their teacher seemed on the verge of laughing themselves into fainting!

The key was, Carpenter also saw the ruins scattered all over the floor.

What’s going on?

"You needn’t think too much." Russell gently closed that small door... though their teacher would definitely know what they were talking about outside, speaking ill of their teacher with the door open was something Russell would never do.

He was a normal person who could understand people.

Russell took a deep breath... when the teacher started laughing maniacally, hitting the table and stomping their feet, he could no longer concentrate on his book.

So, he also saw somewhat what made their teacher laugh so hard.

Indeed, devils are not humans.

This was the only way Russell could console himself... only another kind of creature could have such terrifying thought processes.

Fortunately, the person Glaysia set her sights on wasn’t their teacher.

Otherwise, he sincerely felt their teacher couldn’t endure a single day.

Would’ve already started fighting.

"What do you mean?" Carpenter’s question interrupted Russell’s pondering.

"The teacher was so amused, they broke it themselves." Russell answered flatly.

"Wasn’t that a fine iron table?" Carpenter’s eyes widened in shock... she knew their teacher was a bit strong, after all, the solid wood and bronze tables had been accidentally broken before.

But, that was a fine iron table!

And it was a really solid one, the entire table from top to legs was one solid piece of iron!

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