Chapter 1 Neka Island

On the streets of Neka Island, the main road leading to the palace was more congested than usual, with all kinds of demon-realm-specific vehicles moving slowly.

Although the traffic was almost paralyzed, the atmosphere on the streets was unusually lively and bustling, filled with festive noise and excitement.

Many demons stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on the screens, watching the situation in front of the palace square through huge screens hanging between buildings.

On the screen, Princess Hyperion was covering her forehead, her shoulders trembling slightly, her expression unclear.

"Look, the princess can't hold it in anymore, she's about to laugh, she can't keep up the act."

The demons marveled at how the princess had sent away the vampire detective, Count Sergio, with ease.

Moreover, her hands were clean. She had no intention of harming the vampire detective; he had gone mad on his own.

But in reality, everyone knew that the princess must have been behind it!

Lysandra, watching outside from the car, was also full of question marks.

Was the princess acting yesterday?

She had been worried about the princess just now, thinking that this trial was full of dangers, but she didn't expect the princess to be so steady.

No, the princess looks like she's choking up, not secretly laughing!

Lysandra knew the princess all too well.

After thinking about it, Lysandra decided not to dwell on it. It was good that the matter was over, and she could chat with the princess slowly later.

As the sky barrier above Nekaris slowly dissipated, the eclipse gradually ended, and the demon realm's sky began to welcome the dawn.

She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in her chair.

The stars in the sky gradually faded, giving way to the rising sun, which brought a long-lost warmth and brightness to this mysterious world through the loose clouds.

At this moment, the sky completely transformed from deep purple to warm orange-yellow, and the entire Neka Island was shrouded in a soft glow.

The environment between the nearby buildings, which had been dark due to the sky barrier, instantly brightened. The shadows of the previous night were replaced by pillars of light, making the buildings, sculptures, and stone pillars in the square more three-dimensional and delicate. The demon-realm flowers seemed to awaken in Lan Fu's song, their branches and leaves swaying gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds.

The cheerful melody echoing in the streets at this moment matched Lysandra's mood perfectly.

Lanchi was still stuck in traffic, but he was about to take Lysandra to the palace.

The morning sun reappeared in the sky, and the bright air, combined with the sweet voice of the poet of love, revitalized the entire Nekaris.

"Miss Lan Fu's singing is really so good, I wish I could meet her."

Lysandra exclaimed sincerely, looking excited.

Rumor has it that the demon realm's singer's voice can stir the soul, even suffocate demons to death. Having finally heard her voice today, Lysandra was convinced that she would soon become a big star in the demon realm.

However, this demon-realm singer has always been mysterious.

While Miss Lan Fu's own strength is undoubtedly important, there must also be capital behind her desperately promoting her, which has led to her unstoppable rise in popularity recently.

"McCarthy, what's wrong?"

Lysandra saw that McCarthy's expression was a little stiff, and the veins on his forehead were twitching slightly, as if the song reminded him of some unforgettable memory.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of my uncle."

Lanchi quickly recovered, shook his head, and answered, pinching his brow.

Perhaps the sunlight after sunrise was too dazzling, so he took out a pair of sunglasses from the drawer and put them on with one hand.

"..."

Something's definitely up.

Lysandra thought, seeing Lanchi's sad state at the moment.

"Don't be sad, your uncle in another world must also hope that you can be happy and love life every day."

Lysandra comforted him.

"Yes."

Lanchi nodded, his eyes lowered, replying with relief.

He drove the car, slowly taking Lysandra to a street not far from the palace.

"You can't park near here any further, I can only drop you off here."

Finally, he parked on the side of the road and turned his head to say to Lysandra.

"Thank you very much, Mr. McCarthy!"

Lysandra thanked him sincerely.

"Then I'll see you tomorrow."

Lanchi gently raised his hand, waving goodbye to her.

"Tomorrow?"

Lysandra tilted her head.

Could it be that she could get another ride tomorrow?

Lanchi took out a box of pastries from the food box and handed it to Lysandra.

Lysandra was slightly stunned, not taking it immediately.

Of course, she knew that these were high-end pastries from McCarthy's shop.

Generally speaking, being so nice to girls and trying to please them can easily lead to misunderstandings, but Lysandra knew very well that McCarthy definitely didn't have feelings for her, because his mind was very simple, so simple that he would sometimes write his thoughts directly on his face.

She definitely couldn't finish this box by herself, so she had to share it.

"Pastries for you and the princess."

Lanchi confessed to her.

"You know the princess!"

Lysandra asked in surprise.

At this moment, she finally understood why McCarthy was so nice to her, and why McCarthy had been so fascinated by the princess earlier.

Many things seemed to be connected.

Of course, Lysandra believed that McCarthy wasn't using her either, because she could feel that he sincerely treated her as a friend. Even without such a position, Lysandra believed that if she encountered any difficulties, McCarthy would definitely help her solve them enthusiastically, just like yesterday, his sincere attitude towards Miss Tia quickly moved Tia.

"Of course."

Lanchi still admitted.

"I see."

At this inadvertent moment, Lysandra exclaimed,

"This coincidence is too bizarre."

She murmured to herself.

"It's not a coincidence."

However, Lanchi calmly retorted softly.

Before Lysandra could ask.

She understood that the reason why McCarthy bought that palace restaurant was simply because Princess Hyperion lived across the bay.

He originally expected Hyperion to attend his banquet one night, but the princess never went.

Then he began to casually ask demons about the princess.

It wasn't until later that he learned that the princess had been locked up by the Fallen Lord because of repeated failed escapes, and it was impossible for her to leave the palace at all.

This revelation enlightened Lysandra.

So, on this night of July, what he was staring at was not just the stars in the sky.

In Lysandra's heart, his image suddenly became full, no longer the demon-realm rich man who squandered his wealth to win over the demon-realm dignitaries.

His purpose was simpler than she had imagined countless times.

Just for the most gentle woman he wanted to see.