sweet conquest of the devil gl

"Miss, Miss Floria." Meera knocked on the door expressionlessly.

The whole room behind the door was locked with strict magic by Barbatos, and even she couldn't penetrate it.

Princess Cynthia and Flora have already changed their clothes and are waiting downstairs. Floria must lead the way to the royal capital.

"Miss, it's time to leave." Meera took a step back, ready to try the forced vibration magic confinement.

The next second, the door was opened by Barbatos.

The housekeeper-looking Barbatos walked out the door with ease, even nodding as he passed Meera.

"I'll go get breakfast first, and the young lady will dress up and leave after the meal." Her brisk ordering voice sounded from downstairs.If it weren't for that kind of aura that couldn't be faked, it would be like being possessed by love.

Meera couldn't help shaking. Barbatos' expression just now combined elation and extreme complacency... as sweet as three layers of honey on his face.

Extremely suspicious, Meera looked inside the door, and there was a small bag bulging on the bed, and Floria was curled up on the bed.

She walked in step by step, and His Highness the Demon King didn't jump up suddenly like usual, full of energy, and was still sleeping soundly.

Meera bent down, His Royal Highness Demon King's eyes were tightly closed, his mouth was raised high, and his small face was wrinkled into a ball, which seemed to be very tired and hard work.

"Miss?" Meera called softly.

Covered by a small hand on her face, Floria hummed weakly, still in a nightmare.

It was the first time for Meera to see such a weak His Majesty the Demon King. She knelt on one knee and said, "Your Highness the Demon King, did any enemies attack you last night?"

If there really was an enemy, and she didn't find out, it would be - dereliction of duty!

With Barbatos's expression, is he expecting His Highness to dismiss her?

"The enemy? The enemy is based on instinct... Wow! It's Meera, I was taken aback. The title doesn't need to be changed, I thought it was..." Floria suddenly opened her eyes, and lay back on the pillow weakly.

"Yes, miss, is there anything I need to do my best to do?" There is a new task, which means that I will not be laid off for the time being.

"Yes." Floria took out a pen, wrote and drew on a piece of letter paper, folded it and handed it to Meera: "Give this letter to Pan, I need her help with something important."

"Yes, Miss." Meera immediately disappeared into the room.

"Your Highness, are you satisfied with your subordinates last night?" Barbatos brought up the cake with a smile on his face, and the top button of his coat was unbuttoned.

Deliberately going downstairs with a happy face to show off, wishing that the relevant people all over the world knew that she was in such a good mood that she would explode.

Floria had no doubt that if Alexia and Lois were waiting downstairs, Barbatos' performance would be even more exaggerated.

"Grow up, Barbatos." The flush on Floria's face faded, and she put on a reserved expression again, picked up the black tea and swallowed it.

"Yes, Your Highness, you are about to meet Duke Francis face to face, do you need your assistance?" Barbatos's smile finally stopped hovering between indifference and sarcasm: "Your Highness can regard this assistance as a gift from your subordinates. "

The implication is to go all out without mixing water.

"That's really good. Could it be that your previous assistance was a gamble?" Floria gave her a sharp eye and swallowed the cake in one gulp.

"No, it's just that this subordinate feels that we need to return His Highness's appreciation with a more sincere attitude." Barbatos' eyes flicked across Floria's neck presumptuously.

Tsk, it seems that she hasn't slept well yet.Floria, who thought she had a great advantage last night, put down her teacup: "This king only needs you to protect Cynthia."

Barbatos took away the empty plate: "Alexia is waiting in the capital, Flora is not weak, but your situation is more dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Floria rolled off the bed and stepped into her slippers.

Following the movement of getting off the bed, the bright red dress wrapped her body, and even her pale face was imprinted with vitality by will: "This king will give you a chance to watch a good show, Barbatos."

"Yes, Your Highness." The devil bowed deeply and hooked his lips.

The castle opened its front door to the distinguished guests, and the Earl, who was dragging a bright red skirt, raised his eyebrows.

As a chess player in the battle for the crown prince, and as an investor with heavy chips, she has the capital to hold her head high on the ramp and accept the attention of others.

Earl Crossel did not follow, and he was ordered to stay behind sick: in case Floria overturned and needed to escape, he could quickly fall into the arms of the winner, ensuring that the people of the two places would be protected from the political vortex to the greatest extent.

Floria's purpose has never been related to the battle for reserves.

"Duke Francis, are you all right?" Floria stretched out her hand to the Duke standing there.

"Floria, you look good."

The hands of the two did not touch in the air, and they missed each other.

"It's really an honor for you to invite me to the capital~" Floria dragged out her voice, and Cynthia stood between Alexia and Flora.

Behind them are some lords who are willing to support Cynthia.

She smiled and followed Francis on the corridor, no matter whether he had to run directly to the ceremony hall with the cards, face Joanna's coronation or three thousand knives appeared from behind the curtain, Floria was not afraid of anything.

There are never too few people who hate Francis and those who support orthodoxy.

There may even be spies from neighboring countries in the mix, always happy to support what appears to be the weaker side, to ensure that conflicts arising within the enemy state do not subside.

Turning the corner, Francis picked up speed.

"We can talk." Francis did not wait for Floria to refuse: "I can provide you with something you need very much."

"Talk? Of course, you can talk about everything."

The scenery around the two gradually shifted from the garden to the snow-white walls, and the crowd behind them has been diverted to other directions.

The handsome duke and the glamorous earl walking in the court should be a romantic picture, but the atmosphere around Francis and Floria is only chilling.

It's so close to the coming-of-age ceremony, and I also know that Francis is going to die.

The facts seemed to be different from Floria's conjecture. Francis pushed open a palace door, but there was no knife-axe or magic missile behind the door.

On the contrary, the solemn scene like a mourning hall made Floria have a new guess: he wouldn't prepare to pour a glass of poisoned wine to kill the king, and just bury him right away?

"Don't be in a daze." The cold reminder brought Floria back to her senses, and there were only the two of them around.

At such a close distance, even if she transforms and kills him right now, is it okay?Floria has estimated that she is barely enough to be a "great king" now, and her strength is about equal to that of Viola who does not transform into a dragon.

Even if Francis hides his cards and is protected by hidden guards, he still can't escape.

The secret door opened in front of Floria, and Francis walked ahead without hesitation, with his back to Floria.

It's really a back view full of temptation to kill.Floria refrained from doing it directly: she was very curious about what Francis wanted to tell her, and she cherished the current vest.

If possible, she hopes that Floria's identity and Lily's vest will become a good memory in the hearts of friends.

Until the day when you step through the void, you will break through everything and bid farewell to everyone.

"I didn't expect you, my lord, to carry a lamp for me~" Floria opened her fan and covered her lips.

"I didn't expect the devil not to pounce." Francis went to the bottom and hung the lantern on the hook. There were more magic candles inside to provide light.

"Where are there devils?" Floria looked left and right: "Master Duke, you even hired devils to kill me?"

"There is no one else here, so there is no need to put on a show." Francis took off his cloak and sat behind the white table.

There is only a teapot and two teacups on the table, reminiscent of the scene where they first met.

But now the table is not standing in the garden, but in a dark room with white walls like a tomb.

Floria smiled slightly and sat down directly opposite him.

A layer of white mist floated in the room, and Francis raised his head in the white mist: "Make a deal, devil."

"What the devil is not the devil, you confuse me."

Francis took a deep look at Floria, and took out a scroll: "I don't know the rules of your devils, does the one drafted by me count?"

It has already been signed, just waiting for Floria's signature.

The text seems to have no traps, it is nothing more than support for Floria's subsequent development in exchange for Floria's support for Joanna.

It doesn't involve souls, life and death, and labor constraints, so it's safer.

"You don't need to make a contract with me, do you?" Floria just smiled, she couldn't trust him.

It is indeed a way to take out the devil's contract. There is a system to restrain it. Human beings who violate the contract can only go to death, but is this person in front of him really afraid of death?

Floria knew that he was not a good person, and used all kinds of tough methods to control the situation. However, Francis did not seem like a person who was willing to hand over the country to the devil.

He didn't look like it, but he did the corresponding thing, and there must be fraud in it.She's not sensitive or good at it, so the best way to deal with it is to say no.

"Don't you believe me? I can tell you why I can't let Cynthia take the throne no matter what." Francis' sigh was obvious in the dark room.

"Because she is a ghost without an owner, a strange ghost summoned by the former king."

Did you know that this kind of adjective is generally used to describe a time traveler...

"You mean, Princess Cynthia's soul is not the original owner, and only His Royal Highness Joanna is orthodox?" Floria covered her face with her fan again: "Do you have any evidence?"

"Of course there is evidence." Francis stood up and pointed to the snow-white wall: "There are remnants of the magic circle drawn by the previous king, and there are related notes in the dark room inside."

"How do you know this?"

"I was also one of the participants in that call." Francis admitted generously: "I have sinned, so I can't make mistakes again and again."

It sounds reasonable.

Floria had just stood near the wall when the magic circle suddenly lit up!

The offensive magic full of death breath pierced her heart powerfully, accompanied by the dark wind and sharp rays, Floria...

Nothing happened.

The demon king's unparalleled magic resistance can damage blood with this, so wouldn't it be nice for a brave man to bring a pile of offensive magic scrolls?

"Duke Francis, did you do well in assassination?" Floria clenched her fists and turned around.Looks like it's time to give him a Knight of Justice kick.

Francis smiled under her threatening expression and applauded gently: "As expected of a powerful devil, he is unscathed."

Immediately afterwards, several priests appeared from the entrance of the passage, including Ian who was supposed to stay in the City of Light with Lois.

Francis, you plot against me!

The author has something to say: Thanks to Ya Bu Die_Abu’s Lei Lei and everyone said I’m not Tsundere, Anonymous Jun’s irrigation~

wwww is too ruthless to add updates at the beginning of the month, and it is too difficult to save manuscripts.In order to participate in the event, the ai003 writing without outline was a mess, so I had to cancel the registration, and I will continue to write after thinking about the outline——(Kitten Aiya: It’s my turn, draw a card.)

After the end of the Demon King, I will first write the outline of the kitten. After the outline is almost the same, I will save some drafts and start the kitten counterattack!

By the way, I thought of an extra episode of "if everyone is an actor, this novel is a TV series" (just one, an independent extra episode that has nothing to do with other chapters, the source of inspiration is the fanbook of Black Lagoon I watched a few years ago ), everyone can leave a message in the comment area for the questions you want to ask each character. For normal questions, you can let the reporter (everyone) ask the wwww comment time before the last chapter of the main text is published~