The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

No problem.

Little Luo Yan, do you want to eat a big loaf of bread—no wait, do you want to learn to dance? Come with sister to the alley, sister will teach you hand in hand!

Watching Mia who was giggling to herself, Luo Yan suddenly felt a chill for no reason and coughed lightly as a reminder.

"Miss Padric, please follow me to the center of the dance floor."

"Ah... okay! Right, we should set off..."

"Set off?"

"I-I-I mean, let's get started!"

Seeing her face turning as red as if it was bleeding, Luo Yan chuckled and gentlemanly took the lightning-fast shooting hand.

"As you wish."

The melodious tune started from the center of the dance floor, gradually transitioning from gentle to passionate as they stepped onto the dance floor.

Their movements were smooth and natural, their guiding and following perfectly aligned, neither too intimate nor too stiff, well-paced and appropriate.

At first, Mia was somewhat stiff and reserved, but with Luo Yan's gradual guidance, she quickly adapted to his rhythm and became immersed in it.

Wait a minute—

Spinning with the rhythm, Mia suddenly realized, why was she adapting to his rhythm? In the end, it was her side that became the nervous one...

Why is this guy so proficient?!

"When did you learn..." Taking advantage of a close moment, Mia couldn't help but lower her voice and mumble.

Luo Yan smiled faintly and whispered back.

"There's actually a trick to it."

"...A trick?"

"That's right," following Mia's dance steps, Luo Yan continued in a very soft voice, "Chest up, abdomen in, weight on your feet, imagine your shadow as a mirror image of your partner's... Human nobles' etiquette has a lot in common with Hell, and the former is taught in the Demon King Academy's curriculum."

"Etiquette class?" Mia showed a hint of confusion in her eyes, "Was there such a class?"

Luo Yan almost stepped on her foot, only managing to catch up with her rhythm again before speaking softly.

"You can't just pretend the class doesn't exist because you failed it..."

Mia's eyebrows raised.

"I-I never failed!"

Luo Yan looked at her with a caring expression and released his left hand from her waist, matching her dance steps.

Actually, he didn't entirely learn from the classroom; after all, theory is just theory.

But seeing Miss Mia so engaged, he didn't have the heart to reveal the other half of the truth—

Before returning to Demon City, he had spent several months in the Campbell Duchy posing as a human noble, becoming quite adept at both balls and social occasions.

He was someone who learned quickly.

But it was better not to mention that, otherwise, Miss Mia would surely bombard him with endless questions and immerse herself in imaginary scenarios.

"...How many things are you still keeping from me?" Mia muttered softly.

Luo Yan smiled slightly, speaking gently.

"That depends on where you want to start understanding, but I can assure you that everything I say is the truth."

Mia curled her lips.

"Hmph... You better be."

The demons surrounding the dance floor watched the dancing couple with admiration, some with sighs of emotion, others with envy and jealousy, creating an array of complex emotions.

Especially those noble young men and ladies, their sour expressions were almost written on their faces.

Miss Resentful Demon, her face pale, used a folding fan to cover her mouth and looked at Luo Yan's back with a sorrowful gaze, murmuring to herself.

"What a pity... I quite liked him."

The resentful aura made a layer of frost form on the floor, and the Horror Demon standing nearby shivered and quietly walked away.

Not far from there, a Shadow Demon and a Sorrow Demon stood together, discussing with grand gestures.

"As expected, Miss Padric chose the Demon King from Thunder County. It seems that duel that shook Demon City indeed alarmed the upper echelons..."

"Hah, I knew it long ago. The Padric Family's investment in Black Wind Castle said it all. If I were Mr. Padric, I would definitely make my daughter choose this way too."

"It might not necessarily be for Mr. Padric's benefit alone; didn't you see Lady Serena was quite interested in him too? It might very well be her idea."

"Heh, I don't have high hopes for that guy. Just wait and see, there's never been a living Demon King in Thunder County, and that curse hasn't been broken for hundreds of years..."

"But hasn't the Padric Family never been wrong over the past thousand years? Who knows about the future, it's better to let the future generations tell the tale."

No matter what, one indisputable fact remains: the rising political star in the skies of Demon City has joined hands with the Padric Family.

As for what changes this will bring to Demon City and even Hell in the future... everything remains to be seen.

Even Lord Demon God can't predict every event in the future.

Those standing on the edge of the dance floor, pointing fingers, mostly were single or lacked friends to dance with.

People like Mr. Padric, who truly held power, wouldn't bother predicting the future. At this moment, he was focused on enjoying the ball with his wife, enjoying life.

The pairs of demons danced gracefully on the floor, not too different from the human kingdoms, though closer observation revealed many subtle differences.

For example, when the hand of a Sorrow Demon joined a Flame Demon's hand, the mist they emitted was enough to completely obscure the vision of surrounding demons.