Chapter 29: You… lied to me!?

After finishing her bath, Rose changed into the plain white cotton dress that Angela had dug out for her. It was slightly oversized, but at least it was clean and refreshing.

She carefully washed the human clothes that still carried traces of demonic aura, wrung out the water, and hung them to dry on a dead branch outside the little hut.

Watching the familiar old garment sway gently in the breeze, Rose’s eyes were complicated.

Deep down, she actually wanted to keep wearing this keepsake forever. But since she was bringing it back to human territory, she would rather find a place to bury it properly—as a final gesture to those who could never return home.

Rose pushed open the wooden door and stepped back inside, only to freeze at the scene before her.

The dining table that had been piled high with dishes—several roasted wild rabbits, big plates of stir-fried mushrooms and wild greens—was now left with nothing but scattered bones and a few specks of oil. The plates were so clean it looked like a dog had licked them.

Rose blinked her silver eyes in shock.

Do demons all have such terrifying appetites? They were practically reincarnated starving ghosts.

Her gaze shifted to Angela, who was leisurely leaning back in his chair and elegantly wiping his mouth. She asked in disbelief:

“You ate all of this by yourself?” She really couldn’t imagine how Angela’s relatively slender spider form had managed to stuff away so much food.

“Ah…?” Angela jolted at the question. He guiltily glanced at the completely empty table, inwardly cursing that it was all eaten by that fake-unconscious bastard Rest.

He quickly put on an extremely elegant yet stiff smile. “Uh, yes. I used up too much energy in the earlier fight and got really hungry… Haha.”

To stop Rose from digging deeper into this awkward topic, Angela abruptly stood up and began tidying the dishes with swift movements.

“Miss Rose, please make yourself comfortable. I’ll go wash the dishes first.” With that, he picked up the plates and bowls and hurried toward the stove area.

Rose watched Angela’s slightly flustered back. Although she felt a bit suspicious, she really couldn’t help with washing dishes. Her eyes subconsciously turned toward the corner, where Rest was still “unconscious” on the floor.

However, the moment her gaze landed on Rest’s face, she suddenly felt something was different from before.

Rest’s complexion was no longer the deathly pale from excessive blood loss. Instead, it looked unusually flushed, as if he were suffering from qi deviation. It looked far too strange.

Rose cautiously approached the large figure on the ground, nervously squatted down, and gathered her courage to gently press her soft, warm little hand against Rest’s forehead. It felt scorching hot.

This was bad. Rose squatted anxiously in front of Rest and urgently called out toward Angela:

“Hey! Purple big guy!” Rose whipped her head around, looking in Angela’s direction, and said in panic, “Your boss’s condition seems a bit off!”

Rose’s silver eyes were fixed tightly on Rest on the ground, her pupils slightly contracted from shock.

At this moment, Rest’s cheeks were flushed with an abnormal redness. His thick lashes were tightly furrowed, his handsome features twisted from some internal struggle. Low, suppressed groans like an injured beast escaped his throat, and his breathing had become rapid and burning hot.

“Oh? Is that so?” Angela’s lazy voice sounded from the side.

He strolled over unhurriedly, arms crossed over his chest. An exaggerated look of surprise was deliberately plastered on his handsome face, but his purple eyes flashed with the knowing light of someone who understood everything.

He thought to himself: It must be that gluttonous Rest who ate too fast earlier and got indigestion, right?

Seeing the anxious Rose, he shook his head inwardly.

The “sleeping” Rest, after absorbing a bit of energy from the food, was currently mobilizing his vast and pure magic power to fully surround and refine the wisp of holy power he had swallowed.

Two completely opposite, mutually repelling forces were violently clashing and tearing at each other inside his body like two raging dragons. This intense internal conflict was the real reason for his flushed face and rapid breathing.

Trying to seal Bahamut’s power with this tiny bit of holy power?

Deep in Rest’s consciousness, it was as if an ancient dragon let out a disdainful roar.

In the mental battlefield constructed of pure magic power, a massive dragon claw condensed from the deepest darkness, carrying the might to shatter stars, suddenly reached out. It precisely seized the golden stream of light that was frantically trying to take root and spread through his blood vessels and meridians.

Bang—!

In the depths of his mind, a silent spiritual explosion detonated. That strand of holy light, like crushed golden sand, struggled violently before its glow instantly dimmed.

“Go back and tell your Heavenly Realm master!”

Rest’s will was like an ice-cold steel blade as he ruthlessly crushed the imprint contained within that holy light.

“If he wants to drink this king’s wedding wine, tell him to roll down from the clouds himself! And kneel while begging!”

At that exact moment, Rest’s tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open. His dark red pupils were like molten gemstones freshly tempered in the fires of hell—scorching, profound, and carrying unquestionable authority. They instantly locked onto the startled silver-haired young dragon beside him.

“Angela.” His voice was low and clear, carrying the commanding tone of one long accustomed to sitting on high.

Angela, who had been leaning against the doorframe pretending to admire the scenery outside, visibly stiffened.

He slowly turned around, the roguish smile still not fully wiped from his face.

“I’m here.” Angela replied seriously, a subtle glint flashing deep in his purple eyes.

Rest slowly sat up, his movements carrying a lazy yet extremely oppressive power.

He rolled his neck, the joints making soft cracking sounds, then swept a sharp gaze over Angela. “I believe dealing with that tiny little seal inside your own body is nothing more than an appetizer for you.”

The corner of his mouth curved into a meaningful, even slightly cunning smile. “Now, go outside and keep watch on any movements from both the demon race and the human race. And remember,” his voice suddenly turned cold, carrying undeniable pressure, “no matter what ‘earth-shattering’ things happen here next, do not come in without my permission.”

“Shall I… kindly add a soundproofing barrier for you two?” Angela raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying its usual teasing, though his eyes glanced toward Rose.

“As you like.” Rest waved his hand indifferently, his attention already completely returned to the vigilant and surprised silver-haired young dragon in front of him.

Angela shrugged and turned to walk outside, muttering to himself: Fine, I’ll still put up a cover for this beast. Wouldn’t want to alarm the demons or humans.

“You’re not sick?!” Rose stared as Rest sat up as if nothing had happened and even had the strength to order Angela around. Her silver eyes widened into perfect circles, her small face filled with disbelief and a strong sense of being tricked.

So that half-dead appearance earlier was all an act!

Rose glared with round eyes, almost dying from anger.

“You… you lied to me!”