Chapter 27: What’s wrong with being a lolicon?!

That was a winter several years ago. The exact date had grown fuzzy in Rest’s memory. He only remembered it was around the time of a grand celebration in the Demon Realm, similar to the New Year festival in the human world.

Warm yellow flames danced in the fireplace, casting their glow over the floor covered with thick, fluffy rugs.

Outside the window, a rare harsh winter gripped the Demon Realm. Icy winds howled, carrying swirling ice crystals, but inside the house it was warm and cozy, filled with the sweet fragrance of specially made candies and roasted demon-world nuts.

Rest’s tall, imposing figure sank into a wide armchair. In his arms he held his brother’s precious little treasure, his young niece, Ma Meng, who was only a few years old.

This little niece was his elder brother’s daughter, named Ma Meng. For the New Year celebration, she wore a festive little black-and-red dress and had two playful red pigtails tied up. She sat obediently on her uncle’s sturdy thigh.

She tilted her small head, her bright golden eyes looking up at Rest with pure joy. Her long pigtails swung back and forth with her giggles, brushing across Rest’s firm abdomen and bringing a ticklish, tingling sensation.

In her milky, sweet voice that could make anyone’s teeth ache from sugar overload, she called out coquettishly:

“Uncle~~ When will you take Ma Meng flying high high up~~~”

That sweet “Uncle” melted straight into Rest’s cold, hard heart. In an instant, his usually sharp face softened unbelievably, and the corners of his mouth lifted without him realizing it.

Rest lowered his head and gently rubbed the soft top of Ma Meng’s hair. His voice was as tender as if he were coaxing the most precious treasure:

“Be good, Ma Meng. Uncle has to discuss some grown-up matters with your father. Go play with Mommy for a while, okay? Later, Uncle will take you flying to the highest rooftop to see the stars.”

“Okay~!” Ma Meng answered crisply. She nimbly hopped down from Rest’s leg and trotted away on her short little legs, heading toward her mother who was arranging festival gifts on the other side of the room.

“Got something to discuss with you, little brother.” Rest’s voice carried a rare lightness and warmth as he looked toward his biological younger brother, Satan, who was also relaxed on the single sofa opposite him.

With Ma Meng’s departure, the relaxed atmosphere in the room seemed to settle subtly. The gentle warmth in Rest’s dark red eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep, far-sighted gleam.

He leaned forward slightly, his well-defined fingers unconsciously stroking the smooth wooden armrest of the chair.

“I’ve found the person I want to be with forever.” He paused, carefully choosing his words, his voice lowering. “I want to take them out to travel for a while.”

He raised his eyes and looked at the stunned Satan with sincere, enthusiastic eyes. “When the time comes, can you come help me watch over the Demon King City for a bit?”

“Hah?” The leisurely expression on Satan’s face froze instantly. His brows shot up high, as if he had heard the most absurd nonsense.

Over the years, he had introduced quite a few beauties from the Demon Realm to his picky Demon King brother. Succubi, demonesses—every one of them charming and graceful, with ample curves in all the right places. Big hips, slim waists, proud chests… every type imaginable. Yet this guy had never even lifted an eyelid.

And now, out of nowhere, he suddenly said he had “found the person he wanted to be with forever”?!

“Who is it?” Satan also leaned forward subconsciously. A string of questions fired out like cannonballs. “What do they look like? Male or female? Which race? How strong are they? Whoever managed to captivate our Demon King must be no ordinary character, right?”

Seeing Rest’s hesitant expression, clearly unwilling to elaborate, Satan couldn’t help but scoff. Tsk, keeping it well hidden.

Rest rarely showed a trace of embarrassment. He raised a hand and scratched his unruly black messy hair. The corner of his mouth curved into a helpless, slightly yearning bitter smile.

“I still don’t know their exact identity.” He spoke honestly. A faint, almost imperceptible gentle light flashed deep in his dark red eyes. “I only have a target for now.”

He picked up his wine glass and took a sip, trying to cover up the subtle fluttering in his heart.

The position of Demon King was a year-round job with no vacation, and the “salary” came entirely from plundering everywhere.

The person Rest wanted to find, however, was full of hostility toward the demon race. Communicating on demon territory might cause quite a few problems.

Facing the gossip fire in Satan’s eyes that had practically become tangible, Rest cleared his throat uncomfortably and forcefully steered the topic back.

“Anyway, you’re just idling around in the Demon Realm. Those few little brats of yours,” he glanced in the direction Ma Meng had run off, “are mostly taken care of by your wife most of the time. Those turtles in the Heavenly Realm have been behaving themselves these years too. Just treat it as helping me out and watch over things for a while.”

“So, who is it?” Satan interrupted him irritably, dragging the topic right back.

“Put the Demon King City matter aside. Right now I only want to know who that person is!” He leaned forward, eyes locked on Rest. “What kind of person could make you so moved?!”

Rest was getting a bit overwhelmed by the relentless questioning. He waved his hand in annoyance. “Aiya, just stop asking. When it’s done, I’ll naturally give you the signal. Right now, it’s still too early…”

To satisfy Satan’s curiosity, Rest changed his approach to inviting him over.

“When the time comes, you can come to the Demon King City as a ‘Demon King Challenger.’ Then you’ll get to see them!”

“Demon King Challenger?”

Satan pondered. The demon race on the surface did have such a boring game. Seeing the expectant look in Rest’s eyes, as if his schedule had already been arranged, Satan narrowed his eyes and continued:

“And then? What exactly do you want me to do? You’re not really asking me to kick you off the throne, are you?”

Satan had zero interest in taking over that iron throne with no days off.

Following what Rest had mentioned, Satan received the signal from him. He changed into a wide, pitch-black robe made of special material that could completely envelop his tall, straight figure.

Not only did the robe perfectly hide his imposing build, it also thoroughly isolated any aura fluctuations that might reveal his true identity.

Satan pulled the hood deeply over his head, shadows completely swallowing his face. Alone, he stepped through the majestic, ice-cold grand archway of the Demon King City.

Only the two brothers knew the secret. Rest’s “grand performance” had officially begun.

Fierce combat unfolded at the center of the arena. Black flames howled, shattered stones flew everywhere. The scene was grand and thrilling.

However, under the cover of deafening explosions and dazzling light effects, another silent conversation was raging intensely. It was their unique, secret magic transmission, like encrypted waves rapidly shuttling through the brothers’ minds.

“Where is the person?! The one you wanted me to see?!” Satan’s mental voice carried a trace of impatience and irritation.

“What’s the rush! Look at the stands! The VIP seats! The little silver-haired one! See them?!” Rest barely dodged a black flame grazing past him while using his thoughts to point out the direction.

Taking advantage of a feint, Satan quickly glanced toward the VIP seats.

The moment his gaze landed on that small, nervous silver-haired young dragon standing on the chair, clutching the railing, with baby fat still on her face, Satan was so shocked that he felt his jaw almost drop to the ground.

“Rest!”

A terrifying mental roar instantly exploded in Rest’s consciousness, so loud that Rest immediately cut off the telepathic link.

“If I had known you had this kind of fetish, I should have kept my Ma Meng eight hundred meters away from you! You actually…!”

Satan trembled with rage. The planned fake moves instantly went out of shape. He thrust both hands forward violently, and several real, terrifying black flame orbs packed with destructive energy shot toward Rest like out-of-control cannonballs.

No wonder none of the demon beauties he had introduced to Rest over the years could catch his dragon eyes. Right now, Satan really wanted to blast this bastard brother into slag!