The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Dear Miss Mia seems to have met her match this time, fuming and stomping yet utterly helpless.

Fight it out?

She probably wouldn't win.

Reason with him?

This guy doesn't even adhere to logic.

Complain?

The complaints against this little tyrant could line up from Demon City to Black Wind Castle, and every time Prince Colin hears them, he just laughs heartily and says, "This child resembles me," leaving the complainers speechless.

Watching Vivian making faces and Miss Mia baring her teeth in fury, Luo Yan scolded softly.

"Vivian, speak nicely."

"Wuu..."

Hearing that reprimanding voice, Vivian looked as if shot through the heart; her once smug little face instantly showed a pitiful expression, her eyes moistening slightly as she shrank herself, clasping her knees tightly, looking so pitiable that it was hard to berate her.

Even though he knew she was pretending.

Honestly speaking, Luo Yan sometimes reflected on whether he was being too strict with a little girl in her rebellious phase.

Maybe using a softer tone would be better.

Yet just as he thought this for less than half a second, Vivian suddenly lifted her teary face, her sorrowful lips slightly curling upwards, a mischievous gleam flashing through her moist eyes.

Whenever she was about to play a prank, she couldn't help but show that proud smile.

"Oh hohoho... dear brother, though I don't want to use this move, you've forced my hand!"

Luo Yan: "...?"

She suddenly released Luo Yan's arm, gracefully twirled like a butterfly, landing lightly on the edge of the desk.

Mia watched her blankly, not knowing what drama she was about to perform next.

Luo Yan was equally bewildered, not understanding what this little creature was up to, though his toes had already curled in anticipation.

Vivian didn't speak, just perched her legs on her knee, then put on a Holy Mother expression, extending her hand slightly with dignified poise.

"Kneel down—"

"Kiss my little finger." With that, her little finger mischievously twitched.

The air fell silent in an instant, leaving only the occasional crackle from the fireplace.

Mia was utterly stunned, looking confusedly at Luo Yan, who looked just as bewildered back at her.

—What madness is this?

Vivian, with eyes closed, twitched her brow, her cheeks blushing slightly, then shook her right hand vigorously as if shaking an empty piggy bank.

That graceful noble demeanor slowly slipped away, her blushing apple cheeks ripened into a bright red lantern, and her trembling eyelashes exposed her inner frustration and confusion.

The next second—

She completely lost it, flailing her legs wildly, wailing and babbling.

"No—! No way, how could this be?! Wh-why... why is this happening?!"

Her flustered look resembled a kid caught red-handed stuffing a box of cookies into their pocket at the supermarket.

Meanwhile, Luo Yan watched her dramatic expression wordlessly, with only one question remaining in his mind—

Has something fried her brain?

However, Mia regained her composure, stroking her chin and speaking gravely.

"Come to think of it... I have heard a rumor that if a Blood Race grants someone an Initial Embrace, they not only give them a complete bloodline but the grantor can also make the person an official retainer."

"Retainer?" Luo Yan raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, kin in a sense... receiving someone's Initial Embrace allows one to use their surname, becoming part of their family, and it seems like the Soul Level will also rise. In exchange, the Clan Leader can issue commands to the retainer, but the more commands issued, the weaker the command becomes, eventually disappearing completely."

"Some of the Blood Race nobles consider it inelegant to restrain their retainers with commands, and because retainers are usually their closest people, there's no need to use them, so they almost never do... You haven't, right?"

Mia cautiously eyed Luo Yan, checking the expression on his face, seemingly afraid of hearing an unexpected answer.

Vivian's shoulders trembled a little, her flushed face gradually losing color, her kicking legs ceasing their struggle, trembling like a little lamb eyed by a hungry wolf.

Of course, Luo Yan would never gaze at his sister like a hungry wolf, but he figured out her little plan.

Command?

You've got some nerve!

With a gentle smile on his face, he looked into Vivian's eyes, his tone soft and elegant.

"So... Miss Vivian, is there something you need to explain to me?"

Trying to bluff her way through, Vivian turned pale as if recalling some terrifying memory.

She swallowed a gulp, but perhaps too nervous, it turned into a hiccup.

"Choo—"

Suppressing the sound in her mouth, Vivian looked utterly dejected, speechlessly climbing down from the wisteria wood desk and walked straight to the sofa obediently, taking off her little black shoes, then suddenly sprawling down in a gesture of surrender.

"I wuuu I... I'm wrong! I'll never dare again, please, please... punish me."

With that, she couldn't help but "choo" again, and then secretly peeked at Luo Yan with a guilty look.

"Be... gentle."

—So that's the kind of relationship you have?

Mia looked at Luo Yan, her expressive eyes losing their shine, as if even her soul had turned to void.

Youyou laughed so hard not far away that they rolled on the ground, looking just like an inflated jellyfish in the mirror's reflection.

"Hahahahaha!"

The room was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Uh, it's not what you think... it's complicated."

Luo Yan awkwardly explained, then gave Vivian a fierce glare.

He thought she would restrain herself, but unexpectedly, someone trembled on her shoulders, her eyes moistening.

Luo Yan took a deep breath, calming himself.

"Alright, I don't mean to scold you..."

"Anyway, get down from there first."