Zhu Xiaxia went up to the second floor and knocked on Zhu Qiu’s door.
“Wake up, sweetie~”
But after waiting a full minute, there was no response.
Zhu Xiaxia didn’t want to wait any longer.
She pushed the door open decisively, yet didn’t see even a trace of Zhu Qiu.
What’s going on?
She walked over to Zhu Qiu’s bed to check.
Although there was nothing suspicious on the bed itself, on the bedside table was an object that clashed completely with the room’s atmosphere.
A battered box, and a sword carelessly placed on the floor.
However, this sword emitted a faint purple light.
Getting closer, she could vaguely sense the power contained within it.
This didn’t seem like an ordinary sword.
Not long ago, Zhu Qiu had returned to bed and lain down.
Closing her eyes, she had drifted off into a dream.
In the dream, a mysterious figure in black had broken into her room and taken her to a place where the sun never shone.
There, it was pitch black.
She couldn’t see her hand in front of her face.
Even when she summoned the Holy Sword to illuminate the area, her visibility was only a few meters.
She couldn’t make out anything useful.
Zhu Qiu was a little scared.
Scenes like this were rare in reality; it was too eerie.
Just as she was moving in one direction, hoping to find an exit, the black-clad figure who had brought her there appeared.
The figure’s attire was about fifty percent similar to that of Dinksway, the President of the Human Association.
However, from the looks of it, this person wasn’t as tall as Dinksway—probably only about 4 feet 7 inches.
“N-nice to meet you?”
Zhu Qiu braced herself and tried to greet her.
Unexpectedly, the next second, the figure suddenly collapsed to the ground, grabbed Zhu Qiu’s leg, and started wiping snot and tears all over it.
From under the black cloak came the voice of a young little girl.
“Boo-hoo-hoo~ Lord Demon King, you absolutely must save all our fellow demon tribe members! Boo-hoo-hoo~”
That voice, combined with those words, made Zhu Qiu’s heart tremble.
“I… I’m not the Demon King. You’ve got the wrong person.”
She tried to step back, but the figure kept clinging to her leg, making it impossible to move.
“Lord Demon King, Lord Demon King, why won’t you admit it! Boo-hoo-hoo~”
The figure insisted, even crying louder.
“No way, I can’t be wrong. You are our Lord Demon King!”
Zhu Qiu was completely baffled.
First, she inexplicably ended up in this place.
Then, she inexplicably couldn’t get out.
Then, a person inexplicably appeared.
And now, that person inexplicably called her Lord Demon King.
Do I really look that much like that black-haired, purple-eyed little loli?
Determined to get to the bottom of it, Zhu Qiu decided to be patient and ask calmly.
“Don’t cry first. Can you explain to me why you’re calling me Lord Demon King?”
“Boo-hoo-hoo~”
The black-clad figure got up from the dark ground, wiped her tears, and said:
“Lord Demon King, I am a very insignificant young mage of the Demon Race. I’ve been imprisoned in this sunless place for so many years. I’ve been constantly trying to tear open a space rift to help you, Lord Demon King, and the other demon tribe members regain our freedom and conquer the world again.”
“But later, I discovered that I couldn’t tear open the space rift with just my own power. The space here is abnormally thick. Even if I pooled all the remaining power of our entire Demon Race, we probably couldn’t break through. So I thought of a second method: space fold.”
“Space fold is different from ordinary teleportation magic. It can teleport across dimensions. I used it to send you, Lord Demon King, back to the original world continent. However, this kind of fold requires a large number of powerful cores as support. I had no choice but to convince my fellow tribe members to offer up their own demon cores, which finally allowed me to activate it.”
Hearing this, Zhu Qiu seemed to understand.
Before this, Zhu Xiaxia had told her everything she had extracted from that self-proclaimed Demon King loli through interrogation.
She had said that Xiao Hei was the real Demon King, that she had come here by accident, and that the Dragon Race used to be the territory of the Demon Race.
The Demon King had lost in a battle ten thousand years ago and had been sealed in another space.
Now it seemed that the “accident” Xiao Hei mentioned was probably caused by this young demon mage.
But since this guy had come this far in her explanation, how could Zhu Qiu resist her curiosity and not ask more questions?
“So, to fold the Demon King out of this space, how many demon tribe members did you kill?”
The figure in black choked up and uttered a short sentence nervously:
“Probably… ninety, ninety percent.”
“Whoa! That many.”
The figure in black was stunned.
Did she hear that right?
Lord Demon King just said “whoa”?
And with a tone of surprise, with no intention of blaming her at all.
However, Zhu Qiu suddenly realized a very serious problem.
That was, she could actually see the figure in black.
This meant that she, too, was now trapped in the isolated space along with the other demon tribe members.
In an instant, Zhu Qiu’s mind was in turmoil.
How was she going to get out!
My big bed, my pillow, my soft, fragrant, cozy blanket—don’t leave me!
But still, she managed to maintain her outward calm.
“Can you use it again? Get me out too?”
Hearing Zhu Qiu’s request, the young demon mage was dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer.
“Lord Demon King, actually, you’re already out. You’re not in this space at all.”
“That can’t be right?”
Zhu Qiu said, confused.
“It is right. I just saw that you, Lord Demon King, had been out for so many days without tearing open the space, so I consumed another five percent of the demon tribe members to temporarily invite your consciousness here for a chat, to see how the progress was going. Your physical body is exactly where it should be; it hasn’t changed.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Hearing this answer, the huge stone in Zhu Qiu’s heart finally fell.
“So, Lord Demon King, how is the plan to rescue us progressing?”
The young mage looked at the person before her with full expectation, hoping she would take her out.
But because her face was covered by the black cloth, Zhu Qiu couldn’t see anything.
“…Why are you so sure I’m the Demon King? Can’t you tell I’m a dragon?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen Lord Demon King’s true appearance. I only know you have a tail and horns. However, my magic determined you through the Dark Element Magic on you and the owner of the Demon Sword. In the original world, I only located one person: you.
You must be Lord Demon King, no mistake!”
Zhu Qiu was silent for a moment, lost in thought.
First, it turns out she really had mistaken the person.
Xiao Hei had no Dark Element Magic because her magic power had been drained.
But… that last sentence she said, about being the owner of the Demon Sword—what was that all about?
“What is the Demon Sword?”
Zhu Qiu asked when she didn’t understand.
“The Demon Sword is, of course, the exclusive weapon of the Demon King! Back then, you used it and magic to wreak havoc on the battlefield.”
“And what do you mean by saying I’m the owner of the Demon Sword?”
“Isn’t it simple? It means the Demon Sword belongs to you, Lord Demon King.”
The young demon mage pointed at Zhu Qiu.