Two days later.

The northern border of the Parrant Empire, Berkinhe County, Chirkell Manor.

This manor is far from the hustle and bustle of the capital. The recent rainy weather has ceased, and it has now become the exclusive meeting place for diplomatic relations between the Parrant Empire and the Demon Realm.

Night falls, the dark sky is dotted with stars, and Berkinhe County at eight o'clock in the evening gradually reveals its unique scenery.

Chirkell Manor and the dreamlike forest lake nearby blend into the surrounding natural scenery at night. The outline of the buildings, the layout of the city-state, and even the manor's dinner are all in harmony with the rhythm of nature.

The originally calm manor suddenly heard a slight tremor in the sky, followed by a low buzzing sound. The sound gradually amplified, and several giant Demon Realm flying dragons slowly descended from the sky. Their wings flapped, stirring up the leaves and soil on the ground.

Finally, the demon dragons landed steadily in the distance of the mansion, and several figures jumped down from them.

The leader of the demons had fiery, deep brown eyes and hair, was tall, and dressed as upright as a knight.

"My friend, I didn't expect this to be your original appearance."

Gareth, the Thunder Lord, shook hands with Lancia when he saw him waiting.

"I saw your heroic figure dropping the Ancestor Bomb. Thank you for your hard work, well done."

Lancia, holding the cat in one hand, praised the Thunder Lord.

The opening of the orc city-state's trade route in the Eternal Night Land and the trade contracts of the Demon Realm will turn this city into the most important military and commercial center of the Parrant Empire for a period of time in the future, and the friendly exchanges between the Parrant Empire and the demons are also crucial.

Cat Boss shivered.

It was hard for it to imagine that Lancia could cheerfully shout "Very good!" when he learned that a province had been blown up.

Fortunately, there is no war in the real world, otherwise people like Lancia would definitely be court-martialed.

Wait.

It might be Laurent who would be court-martialed.

Cat Boss immediately shrank its head and turned into a pure black, sugar-free, whole-wheat bread.

"By the way, what happened to Orion and Esmod?"

Lancia asked Gareth, the Thunder Lord, beside him as he walked towards the mansion.

Today was his last day in the Shadow World with Hyperion and Cat Boss.

And Kaliella's scheduled return trip to the Demon Realm was also today.

So Lancia came to Berkinhe County on the northern border of the Parrant Empire early to see off his demon friends.

As soon as Kaliella, the ninth-order Great Demon, left, Esmod, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Demon Realm, would come over soon, and Orion, the general of the Seventh Army, the Mist Lord, would also accompany him.

The mission they led was called the Demon Realm Envoy and the Demon Realm team technical advisor of the "Shalem Project," but in reality, they were Great Demons who came to the Parrant Empire to assist Lancia and help him purge the council.

The Thunder Lord, Gareth, sighed helplessly.

He still remembered in Nicalis, the Demon King's City, that the Midnight Lord had finally mustered the courage to take off his cloak when he was about to leave. When he saw the Mist Lord, the Mist Lord's brain seemed to be tied in a knot.

"Do you know? The Mist Lord saw the Midnight Lord dressed as a woman and immediately said, 'Brother, why do you look like a woman today?' which made the Midnight Lord ignore him for a full ten minutes."

The Thunder Lord spread his hands.

"What happened later?"

"Later, they both seemed to become hesitant and didn't know how to get along with each other."

"Alas, I hope they come over soon. It's time to treat my good friend Orion to some Parrant delicacies. I'm afraid only at the dinner table can they feel at ease."

Lancia sighed.

"Meow, meow, why do you always look so happy when you watch the Mist Lord eat? It makes him feel uncomfortable and suspect you have some strange ideas about him."

Cat Boss raised his head in Lancia's arms and asked.

"Really?"

Lancia touched his cheeks with a dazed look and asked.

"I can't say meow..."

Cat Boss only felt fortunate that Lancia was not Lancia.

It had actually been paying attention to the Mist Lord and the Midnight Lord in Nicalis, the Demon King's City, and had noted it down in its little notebook.

The Mist Lord had the qualifications to become a king, but he himself was very lazy and had stagnated after becoming a Third Seal Great Demon.

If it weren't for his family background, status, and the impression he gave everyone as a proud young master, he might have just given up.

In contrast, the Midnight Lord, who had a very ordinary bloodline, was diligent and worked hard to improve himself at all times.

Lancia had done a good deed by matching them up.

Perhaps because Hyperion was by his side this time, his condition had improved somewhat. https:/

Just thinking about the accident Lancia had caused in the real world—Headmaster Laurent still had to go on a date with Knight Juliana of the Kingdom of Yarolan—Hyperion felt a headache.

When Lancia returned to the real world, there would be no more pressure on Laurent, and this date would probably finally come as scheduled.

"What do you think would happen if the Mist Lord and the Midnight Lord had twins, with all the advantages inherited by one and all the disadvantages inherited by the other? Wouldn't that be ridiculous?"

Lancia asked.

"They're not even there yet?"

The Thunder Lord was stunned.

"As long as the Midnight Lord takes the first step, the rest will be fast. There's no reason why the Mist Lord wouldn't love the Midnight Lord."

Lancia chatted and laughed, leading the Thunder Lord through the main entrance of the manor and into the official residence.

The antique decorations in the hall retained the appearance of the manor when it was built decades ago, and the warm light dispelled the night chill that permeated the garden.

As soon as they arrived at a spacious reception room along the corridor, they saw Kaliella, the Fallen Lord, Hyperion, and Sigrid waiting there.

The soft melody of the strings and their voices filled the space, the lights in the reception room flickered under the night, and the starlight on the horizon shone.

Kaliella and Hyperion were sitting on the sofa chatting, waiting for the Sixth Army of the Demon Realm to return together.

"Lord Kaliella, the returning troops are already on standby."

The Thunder Lord simply saluted Kaliella, the Fallen Lord, and reported briefly before retreating alone to wait outside the mansion.

"You guys continue chatting."

"Wait a moment."

Lancia was about to leave because the Fallen Lord seemed to have something to say to Hyperion, but he was called back by the Fallen Lord.

"Is there anything you want to talk to me about? Miss Kaliella?"

Lancia sat next to Hyperion and asked the Fallen Lord on the side sofa.

"When are you planning to hold the wedding?"

Kaliella looked at Lancia and Hyperion and asked seriously.

"Can you give us a little more time..."

Hyperion murmured.

If Kaliella hadn't mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten about the engagement.

She couldn't help but rejoice that the time in the Shadow World was too rushed for her and Lancia to have a grand fake wedding, but she was also a little disappointed in her heart.

Fortunately, she had a small experience in a dream...