Chapter 77: The Happy Moments of the Poet of Great Love
ell-like laugh.Although she resembles Talia in appearance, her temperament is completely different.Compared to the cold and distant, aloof Tarlia, the "Great Love Poet" is like a spring sun with ever...Chapter 78: The Joyful Moment of the Great Loving Poet
The lights on the ancient corridor were dim, as if time itself had been frozen at this moment.
The demonic legions, who were originally bewildered and surveying their surroundings, instantly transformed into a state of panicked chaos.
The ranks of the demon army were rife with chaotic arguments.
Finally, all eyes were focused on the great poet of love.
She shone under the spotlight, becoming the only focus of attention.
"You actually harmed our superior and the blood race emissary!"
The demon guards of the Demon Realm Inspectorate, who were guarding outside, finally confirmed the truth and incredulously shouted at the great poet and vice principal.
However.
The great poet simply stood up calmly from the ground, regaining his former graceful posture.
You all saw it before, didn't you I counselled the Blood Clan emissary and stopped him.
"Everything I said is true, but he doesn't believe me, does he"
"Well, you won't talk reason, will you Are you going to bully me, just because I'm a woman"
She raised her chin slightly, and with a voice as sweet as it was laced with provocation, she questioned all the demons of the guard corps.
“......”!
The demon, at the head of the guard corps, gritted his teeth and was completely flustered. He couldn't respond for a long time.
They were indeed on the corridor leading to the second floor previously, where they heard the principal advising the blood clan messenger several times!
"You, dare to set traps within the academy Do you know the consequences"
Another officer immediately glared sternly at the great poet, as if he had found a reason, and seemed intent on using force to arrest the principal.
"Trap What are you talking about I don't understand."
The great poet with a loving heart narrowed his left eye, smiled wryly, and shook his head.
Before she could explain further, the vice-principal behind her stepped forward, radiating a terrifying magical aura that drove back the rude inspection corps.
"The performance at the Demon King's Theater was broadcasted live to the nobles through magic eyes! They can all attest that it was a perfectly normal show, not a trap we set up! It's just that the blood race messenger insisted on barging in!"
The vice principal's voice echoed like a muffled thunderclap down the dimly lit corridor.
"!!"
The originally poised and ready guards gradually retreated a few steps.
The school's explanation was flawless.
The more they spoke, the more the military found themselves in the wrong.
And even if they wanted to go in and rescue the blood clan messengers and officers, no one dared to enter this gate that was certain to be a one-way trip!
"Strictly lock down the entrance! We can't let this kind of tragedy happen again!"
The great poet's expression became somewhat more dignified, and he commanded with righteous indignation.
Understood.
The vice principal, along with a number of senior professors, stood at the entrance to the theater in the corridor.
You guys!
The Guard Regiment knew that these damned teachers were acting openly to prevent any Blood Clan emissaries and officers from being rescued.
But this shameless principal, it seems, has taken the moral high ground, blocking their space to refute!
That's it.
The two sides of demons were at a stalemate on the corridor for a while, clearly separated.
The demon of the legion slowly calmed down and thought, gradually discovering a terrifying truth in his heart—
The Department of Supervision and the Department of Education had already taken action against the academy in advance, transferring away its strongest principal.
Not only did a proxy principal emerge from the school, but they also easily manipulated the Blood Race emissary and the Inspectorate.
Everything, all things, like perfect coincidences happening at the same time, yet there is a sense of inevitability to it!
It feels as if a big hand is controlling everything behind the scenes.
Behind the school, there may be masters helping out!
If we continue to confront the school authorities, the supervising officers and soldiers present might not escape, and they may even die without any evidence.
However, they couldn't possibly return defeated like this. If they couldn't safely escort the Blood Clan envoy back, their own fates would be sealed!
Therefore.
The demon legion of the Inspectorate suffered as if undergoing torture.
to feel extremely uncomfortable
We can only hold our ground at the entrance to Corridor 24, unable to advance or retreat.
Seeing them suffering, the Great Love Poet also smiled with satisfaction, just like after a good meal.
"Vice Principal, I'll leave the task of sealing off Corridor 24 to you."
The great love poet tousled his smooth gray hair, then turned and left without a care.
She did so much hard work, she should relax now.
Please rest assured.
The vice principal bowed deeply to the back of the great poet, his face full of gratitude.
He knew that thanking this noble demoness would also convey his gratitude to her master.
……
On a corridor that was intricate and diverse in style.
Although there were patrolling teachers, anyone who saw this grey-haired woman in a red dress passing by would respectfully nod their head in greeting.
The great poet looked at the map in his hand, just as he was about to step onto the next corridor, Huberlian also finally emerged from her hiding state beside him.
It was Huberlian who had been in the Maou's Gift Theater earlier, acting as bait to attract the blood clan messengers.
As she already possessed some resistance to rhythm magic, after taking precautionary measures in advance, she could safely break free from the theater's control.
After the blood clan emissary was immobilized, she quietly slipped out unseen and unheard.
"Rest assured, Rance. I've confirmed that the Blood Clan emissary and other officers from the Imperial Guard have joined the chorus."
Hubert sighed.
This trip to the Devil's Academy, just twelve hours, she estimates that her decades of accumulated merit has been wiped out.
Huberlian knew that through the great love poet, she could contact Lynch who was seriously working in the principal's office.
That guy is acting like he's the principal now.
"...."
The great poet nodded, engaging in telepathic communication with Lance.
He said, "You've worked hard. Let Huberlian take me out to play for a bit."
The great poet soon smiled and said to Huberlian.
For the great love poet, besides Ranchi, the most familiar was Huberlian, whom he had met a few times.
Moreover, the great love poet felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity emanating from Huberlia.
They seemed to have a faint blood connection.
"You can go wherever you want to play."
Huuberlyan held out his palm to the great love poet, his hand full of ten academic credits.
Huibilian felt she was gradually becoming a nanny.
Lancy's last mission for her was to accompany the great love poet to the Function Zone to treat him.
Named "Accompanying the Great Love Poet," it was actually a request to have Hubley keep an eye on Capability, that wildly unpredictable demon.
"Haha, look at me draining his magic! Have fun playing!"
The great poet, filled with joy, danced a ballet right there.
Lanchi promised her that after he helped her with this, she could enjoy a while of freedom like the wind.
And Lan Qi also kept his promise.
But it's probably because Lance wouldn't dare let her out in the real world, so he took advantage of this already cleared shadow world to let her run wild and have some fun.
"Where do you want to go"
Huberly came closer and looked at the map in the hands of the Great Poet.
She knew that a great love poet, this epic-level summon, would have a unique consciousness and personality.
But I wonder what kind of creepy stuff a pure evil demon like a great love poet truly enjoys.
"Let's go to the Demon King's Gift Restaurant to buy some food first, and then I want to check out the Demon Realm Botanical Garden."
The great poet walked with joy, his steps quickening as he approached the front.
Huperlyan tilted her head in confusion.
Could it be that this gray-haired succubus's favorite thing is flowers and plants
(The End)e entire room in a veil of secrecy, as if an unspeakable ritual were being conducted within its walls.And by the four-poster bed at the center of the room, there were still those three familiar figure...