The demon at the neighboring table quickly drew their attention. Except for Lady Tia, who was still crying with her head down, the other demons looked towards this white demon who seemed quite gentle.

His movements were unhurried, and he stood confidently on the wooden-floored terrace.

"To love the important person in your life as you love yourself... is a good thing."

He walked over, his voice gentle, still as relaxed as ever, holding a glass of fresh grape juice.

"But when you're ready to sacrifice yourself, you'll unknowingly make it easier to sacrifice the other person."

The white demon raised his glass, as if to salute them.

"So, what should I do?"

Lady Tia didn't know why, but she subconsciously answered the words of this unfamiliar demon gentleman from the neighboring table.

Perhaps it was because she had met his eyes for a moment and found his smile of understanding and tolerance to be very sincere—a rare smile, as if among the masses, only you made him feel a special respect.

This attitude showed that he completely understood you, believed in you without a doubt, and his view of you was exactly the impression you hoped to leave on him.

He stood quietly, his pupils reflecting the silver starlight in the sky.

Only at this moment did they realize that he was holding not wine but a crimson fruit juice. After being stimulated by the ice, wisps of cold air emanated from the goblet, and beads of water oozed out on the glass. Compared to them, who had drunk a few glasses, he seemed to remain sober forever.

"Sometimes, why don't we consider being a little selfish? Maybe it's a better choice for each other?"

As he approached, he naturally sat down on the sofa at their table. Before him was only a polite gentleman, speaking courteously, his demeanor like that of a teacher specializing in noble etiquette.

"..."

Lady Tia was silent for a moment.

"I dare not..."

Her voice grew smaller and smaller as she clenched her hands.

"There are too many lonely souls in the world who are afraid to take the first step. Perhaps your cousin, Lord Leiming, has been waiting for you. He is equally confused, just waiting for a word from you to tighten his heart."

The white demon advised.

Although he looked young, his careful choice of words clearly marked him as an older, wiser demon, as if he had read countless demon stories.

The faint aroma of incense and the soft light of the outdoor dining table gradually made the teary-eyed Tia feel at ease.

The white demon smiled slightly, his eyes full of welcome and understanding, sitting upright but leaning forward slightly to show that he was wholeheartedly listening to the other demons' stories.

When he spoke, his pace was unhurried and very clear, each word seemingly carefully considered. His voice was soft and magnetic. When explaining complex concepts, he would use simple and concrete metaphors to help them understand better.

Besides Tia, the other young demons at the table also began to ask him questions like students, from their own worries to the difficulties of their families or the current country, hoping he would answer their doubts.

The white demon's eyes remained focused, often nodding to show his understanding.

His face often showed expressions of comfort and encouragement. When the demons were confused, he would give practical advice.

"Actually, you're already great. Be bolder, do what you should do, and don't let the inner restlessness and anxiety destroy the precious enthusiasm and focus in your heart."

Like a psychologist, he smoothed out the uneven, noisy hearts of all the demons.

Soon, although everyone was unfamiliar with him, they gradually became like old acquaintances, as if they were old classmates reuniting.

And Lady Tia, as if her heart knot had been untied, unknowingly became intoxicated by the gentleman's words.

"Don't worry, if you encounter any difficulties in communicating with Lord Leiming, you can always come to me, and I will give you advice."

"Thank you."

Lysandra mostly listened quietly on the side.

When Lysandra came to her senses, she suddenly realized that this was the real upper-class demon? In just a few minutes, he had already obtained the budding friendship of Lord Leiming's family.

At least Lady Tia was now willing to listen to him and ask him questions.

Apparently, he lived nearby because he was telling the demons at the table that he had ordered a hydrofoil magic device the day before yesterday and was preparing to try to cross the sea quickly to the opposite Nika Island. If they were interested, everyone could go together next time.

"Miss Lysandra, since you work at the palace, how about I give you a ride tomorrow morning? So you don't have to go all the way around."

When the music and entertainment programs in the lobby paused for a moment, the Radiant Demon gentleman had already turned to Lysandra, asking with a smile.

"What time exactly?"

Lysandra subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But when she thought about saving the commute, maybe she could sleep an extra hour...

For her, who had drunk alcohol and stayed up late, it was an irresistible temptation.

"Whenever it's convenient for you, I'll wait for you."

He replied amiably.

"Thank you!"

Lysandra said gratefully.

Just as Lysandra was about to ask his name to thank him, he smiled slightly.

"Did you get a good relaxation?"

The Radiant Demon asked.

"Yes, it was a very good day."

Lysandra replied, while turning to look at her new friend.

"This banquet is very special to me. I haven't even met the host yet. I live over there..."

Lysandra pointed to the fence that was gradually receding into the night.

"Tonight, McCarthy sent his butler to invite me."

She finally confessed.

At this moment, no other nobles felt that there was anything wrong with her being invited to the restaurant, and they were even surprised that she could receive McCarthy's invitation.

"..."

The Radiant Demon looked at Lysandra, with a natural look of confusion on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Lysandra didn't know why the other party was reacting this way, and only felt as if she had done something wrong.

Suddenly, she also realized a problem.

Why was this Radiant Demon gentleman so sure that she would be going to the palace across the bay from this area tomorrow?

"I am McCarthy."

The Radiant Demon said with a helpless smile.

"Huh?!"

Lysandra exclaimed, covering her mouth in astonishment.

"Sorry! I actually chatted with you for so long before recognizing you."

She quickly added.

Not only her, but the other demons at the table also became petrified.

The legendary demon who was so mysterious that he was almost a legend had actually been chatting with them like a friend for so long.

"It's okay, I thought you had seen me when I first moved here. It seems that I'm not attentive enough as the restaurant owner."

Ranchi said with a smile, formally introducing himself to everyone.

After shaking hands with the stunned young demons one by one.

Without much more conversation.

Ranchi's butler hurried over, saying that the minister wanted to talk to him alone.

"Sorry, then I'll have to excuse myself. Miss Lysandra, see you tomorrow."

He stood up to say goodbye, bowed slightly to Lysandra and the other demons, and carried away the small, sleeping figure on the sofa next to him.

It wasn't until he was far away that...

"He is... Lochi McCarthy?"

Lady Tia on the sofa still muttered to herself as if waking from a dream.

In the process of chatting along the way, they had imagined and guessed many images about McCarthy, but they had never thought that McCarthy would be such an amiable demon.

In the materialistic demon world, he always seemed to be able to maintain the pure land in his heart, completely unlike an upper-class demon who could climb to a high position.

But recalling the conversation with him, everything seemed reasonable again. He did have an extraordinary charm.

"Alas, it's a pity that he's not a Great Demon. Otherwise, I feel that if he were the one marrying the princess, maybe that unfortunate princess could also find happiness."

Tia sighed with relief.

Although Mr. McCarthy promised to help her realize her love, she also knew that Mr. McCarthy was comforting her with a joke.

"I also want to imagine that. I hope the princess can be happy more than anyone else. I feel that a demon like Mr. McCarthy is a good match for the princess."

Lysandra looked up at the starry sky and muttered to herself.

However, McCarthy was obviously not a demon who was good at fighting, and anyone could feel that.

In any case, tomorrow there will finally be some new things to tell the princess.

Because of the Blood Clan Investigator incident, the princess had a headache in the afternoon and probably wouldn't be able to sleep at all tonight.

But Lysandra inexplicably heard the princess's prayers, which were strange words like "don't deduct her merit," "let her handle it peacefully herself," and "she can do it."

Presumably, the princess was under too much mental stress.

Lysandra could only pray for the princess that the Blood Clan detective wouldn't really catch a demon murderer in the Demon King's Castle tomorrow.