The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The previously dismissed Baron Avister lay jealously by the window, gritting his teeth as he watched Miss Mia and Luo Yan waltz through the mist in the ballroom, almost crushing his Magic Crystal Cane in his hand.

"Damn it, why... why does everyone discriminate against Flame Demons? We are clearly part of Hell too!"

His resentful howl inevitably caught the attention of the guards outside the ballroom, who hurried over and threw him out once more.

Meanwhile, as the lights in the mansion hall were focused on the center of the dance floor, a gluttonous Hell Dwarf guest was engaged in a battle of dignity with a massive birthday cake.

The blame, it must be said, falls on the Padric family chef.

To showcase the banquet's opulence, they crafted a three-layer Black Magic Crystal chocolate lava cake, and using the power of magic, sealed real lava within the Flame Rum filling, supposedly creating spectacular sparks when the cake was sliced.

But quite evidently, the gluttonous Hell Dwarf noble was unaware of this.

Attracted by the scent of the rum, he had originally wanted to discreetly sample a piece of cake, yet as he plunged the knife into it, dazzling sparks suddenly erupted from the cake, singeing his beard.

"Damn it! Who buried a detonator in the cake?" He retreated in surprise, tossing his knife and fork into the fruit platter, startling the surrounding guests before they quickly erupted into laughter.

A demon server beside him was so frightened by the scene that his legs went weak, quickly rushing over to explain.

"Sir, sir! This, this is just decoration within the cake... the flames are merely magical effects, you won't be harmed!"

"Won't be harmed?!" the Hell Dwarf's eyes widened, pointing to his beard as he scolded, "Then what's this? A cigarette butt buried in my beard?"

Later, the steward came over, apologizing multiple times, finally calming the Hell Dwarf.

This little episode didn't affect the progress of the banquet; instead, it added a touch of liveliness to the originally stoic atmosphere.

"Are your family's banquets always so lively?" Luo Yan joked, looking at a corner of the ballroom that had caught fire.

"After all, it's Hell; a common occurrence," Mia said with a sly smile, covering her mouth.

The joyous time was always fleeting; their lead dance soon reached its finale and smoothly landed, leaving the dance floor time to the guests.

After the dance ended, Mia halted her movements, her hand still unwillingly resting on Luo Yan's shoulder.

Maybe it was because she had drunk a little before they started, or perhaps it was due to the rum evaporated by the lava; in that ambiguous atmosphere, Mia gradually became bolder, her eyes shining silently with the power flowing through her veins.

"Do you know why I invited you for this dance?"

Luo Yan lowered his head, gentlemanly saying,

"I am eager to hear the details."

Mia's lips twitched but ultimately, she didn't voice the real reason, instead glancing away evasively into the bustling crowd, selecting the most inconspicuous excuse.

"…I felt there was someone who intends harm toward you, someone possibly much stronger than you. Perhaps… the Padric Family could make him think twice before taking rash actions."

She lifted her head, eyes filled not only with confusion but also a hint of decisiveness, or perhaps possessiveness.

Her parted lips seemed to say—You are mine, no one can touch you.

Yet—

That is not certain.

Looking at the confident Miss Mia, Luo Yan gently smiled, choosing not to dampen her enthusiasm.

Adorable Miss Mia is still a tad naive, whereas Mr. Feistin is much more mature and seasoned. The Padric family wouldn't all-in their chips on him at once, nor would they proactively intervene when the situation remains unclear, offending another equally historic family... No matter how much they admire him.

If the opposition were weak, he might indeed be intimidated by the Padric family's name, but if they are also part of the core power circle in Demon City, with strength not much less than the Padric family, her declaration might stimulate them to hasten their actions instead of making them bow.

Mr. Feistin had long hinted at whom his opponent was; this was the utmost assistance the Padric family could offer openly, and Luo Yan had responded with—

He would have the Dragon family switch to a new Family Head.

Only once this goal was achieved would he and the Padric family truly become allies, before which they would be merely partners.

However, truth is not as elegant as a lie; thus Luo Yan didn't plan to tell Mia this, nor did he intend to involve her in his clash with the Dragon family.

He didn't want her to feel guilty for doing anything well-intended but unfortunate, moreover, it's not really a misfortunate thing.

After all, it's just a battle—let it come then.

He wasn't afraid even of challenging his own destiny hero, why would he fear demons in Hell?

If someone intends to hurt him, he'd rather have them act recklessly without preparation than execute plans with full readiness.

Perhaps—

He should add more fuel to the fire burning in the heart of that guy hiding in the dance floor corner, which might not count as using her.

"…Is that the only reason?" Luo Yan leaned close to Mia's ear.

He originally just wanted them to appear closer, without any intent to offend. Yet possibly due to the irresistible power of the Enchanting Demon, he couldn't resist lightly blowing beside her ear.

Predictably, her crystal-clear earlobe instantly blushed, akin to a lit traffic light.

Hmm, this might be slightly troublesome.

Realizing this, Luo Yan regretted his actions for 0.75 seconds.

"No, not really? I... am at least your supervisor, so of course, I have to think about you."

Unexpectedly, the one normally reserved and unyielding suddenly turned bold, catching Mia off guard and prompting her to retreat, only to find a hand embracing her waist firmly blocking her escape.

Feeling the warmth spreading through the thin fabric towards her belly, crimson colors climbed up Mia's ear and cheek. In her confusion, the face seemed to get closer, yet her mouth could only utter unintelligible sounds, her mind blank, unable to say a complete sentence.

At this point, Mia suddenly realized she wasn't all that scared.

No, wait—

Hold on! She was an Enchanting Demon after all, why be afraid... afraid of a mere little demon? Was something being misunderstood here?

A burst of bold courage suddenly surged through her heart.

Perhaps recalling her identity, she took a deep breath and then suddenly—

Closed her eyes.

Seeing Mia suddenly close her eyes like an ostrich, panting softly, Luo Yan standing there was slightly stunned, then couldn't help asking with an amused tone.

"What are you doing?"

Silence hung in the air for roughly half a minute.

Mia opened her eyes sneakily, showing a face desperate for death, lowering her head in humiliation.

"Ugh… kill me…"

Luo Yan blinked.

"I can't grant that wish, maybe pick another birthday wish?"

Nearby, at the edge of the dance floor.

Watching a certain young couple flirting, Kamu Dragon's expression grew darker with every passing moment, the crystal glass in his hand groaning under unbearable pressure, seemingly about to shatter any minute.

It looked like he needed to take action soon, before someone's position became even harder to shake.

Otherwise, if he waits, these lovebirds might even have children!

The baron conversing with Kamu nervously swallowed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hastily found an excuse to leave.

He sensed that Mr. Dragon seemed to be in a foul mood, unsure if it was because of Miss Padric, Mr. Luo Yan, or both.

But regardless of who it was, he had a hunch.

Demon City might be on the verge of a major event...