The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"Additionally, Miss Padric made quite a contribution this time, but her letter was seriously lacking. Rewrite a new one for her, for the records."

"Yes."

The secretary received the order and left.

The office door closed again, cutting off all the light from the fireplace.

Karamos picked up the cup of now completely cold tea and took a sip, clicking his tongue at the bitter taste.

Instead of setting a fire in the backyard, he ended up heating up someone else's stove.

Now he could only pin his hopes on Miss Vivian's envy, jealousy, and hatred...

So annoying.

...

Karamos' calculations were not wrong; at this moment, Miss Vivian was indeed so envious, jealous, and upset that she was about to ascend to the heavens.

Bayele above!

Why does the fox spirit of the Padric family get to just lie around, while smart, brave, strong Vivian, who could pull a train with one hand, has to be hung on a bookshelf?!

Is there any justice in this?!

Vivian was extremely wronged.

Until a certain Demon King, who had just scolded her, also stuffed a carrot into her tightly clenched pale hand—

"Stop making a fuss, I'll take you to see a play."

Just such a simple sentence instantly soothed the ruffled feathers of the vampire girl.

Although this carrot came with a little tagalong named Nanfu, it did not affect Miss Vivian's mood from turning rainy to sunny. She even took the time to dress up before leaving, choosing a dark red dress with lace trim.

"By the way, shoes shoes… hehehe, these will do!"

Watching Miss Vivian stand in front of the wardrobe picking and choosing, the fox-eared maid had a half-crying, half-laughing expression, but dared not say a word.

After all that picking, they're all the same black…

Is there a difference?

The vampires of the Colin Family always think differently from others.

Mia originally wanted to go too, but Luo Yan persuaded her not to due to her having drawn too much attention in Thunder City before and it being unsuitable for her to appear in public.

"… Be good, it's for your own good. I don't want you attracting too much attention from the priests. I'll take you alone next time."

Remembering the trouble caused by the sudden attack, Mia felt very guilty and thus didn't insist, quietly saying.

"Alright then, well… come back early."

Her cautious appearance was even more like Matthew than Little Eagle, making Luo Yan feel a bit embarrassed.

It must be said that the Demon King was not afraid of those weaklings in the Thunder City church.

Even though they wear white robes and call themselves servants of God, to the old farmers of the Empire or Hell Goblins, they are indeed, but in front of the Prince of the Empire, they still have to kneel.

Standing behind them is the Church Court?

Haha.

Even Baron Harvey Mitiya did not dare to make such a claim, despite being a member of the "Church Court Faction" of the Holy City, even if only an "outsider."

The real reason for not bringing "Yaya" wasn't that complicated. Luo Yan simply didn't want to end up fighting over who gets the tissue when the time comes.

Being a master chess player, the Demon King could always think three steps ahead and nip problems in the bud.

"Hmm, I'll be back soon."

Saying this, Luo Yan gave Mia a reassuring look.

Then he took the wickedly smirking, tongue-wagging Vivian, along with the trembling Nanfu, and boarded the carriage parked at the manor gate.

A sufficient amount of the Power of Faith had been accumulated; it was time to harvest a little.

...

Colin Grand Theater, VIP box.

The heavy red velvet curtains blocked out prying eyes, leaving only a view directly toward the stage.

The joys and sorrows were playing out on stage, while the drama in the box was equally compelling.

Vivian held a finely crafted handkerchief, now twisted into a ball of pickled vegetables, soaked with snot.

She was crying her eyes out, totally losing the usual arrogant and domineering image of a lady, blowing her nose without any regard, her eyes red as she stared at the stage, not knowing which character she was identifying with.

"Wuwu… so touching..."

Luo Yan glanced at the handkerchief in her hands, not worried about how much she was crying, but rather wary that she might suddenly return it to him.

He had plenty of them, no need to have it back.

He did not rule out the possibility that some niche and perverse players might enjoy collecting these, but Prince Colin was a "clean person."

Sadly, Vivian didn't know what Luo Yan was thinking, otherwise she probably would've burst into tears even harder, feeling insulted.

During her time in Demon City, this was an experience the Little Tyrant of Magic City had never had.

"Damn Saint Sis… so evil!"

After uttering words no one in all Thunder City would dare say, she abruptly turned her head, a little face full of malicious intent.

"Nanfu!"

"Present!"

Nanfu, whose cheeks were slightly red from focusing on the stage, was startled, almost bolting upright like a named sentry.

Vivian sniffled, pointing at the backdrop clock tower symbolizing oppression, and gritted her teeth.

"You! Go blow up the church on Queen Street for me!"

Nanfu: "Huh???"

Come on—

Sis!

It's just a play, is it really necessary?!

He's still making his way in the Human World, currently at the first stop named Thunder City University, not wanting to die before even making a start.

Seeing her brother's dumbfounded expression, Vivian disdainfully pouted.

"Tch, coward!"

She blew another string of crystal-clear snot into the handkerchief, settling instead for pointing at the similarly sinful clock tower, dismissively saying.

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