Chapter 82 Chapter 82 His chips were pitifully few, but because...

The Archangel was born in the Court of God, with six wings, sung by the red light, and possessed of formidable spiritual power.

The gods named him "Michael".

This name, which carries His blessings and expectations for the newborn angel, has a profound meaning; it represents an absolute approach to and defense of divinity, and also symbolizes justice, protection, and strength.

But Azazel is not.

It has no beautiful meaning, no quality to aspire to. Therefore, it sounds weightless, like a casual echo, an object that just happened to appear in the field of vision, or simply an exhaled breath.

It was endowed with frivolity and carelessness, and should not be taken seriously by the honored messenger of the Divine Court.

He didn't want to take it seriously.

...But it comes from the Demon King.

One ordinary afternoon, the Devil looked him over and said that since he wanted to stay by His side, he naturally couldn't use the term "Heaven" anymore.

So He patted His head, and an idea suddenly came to His mind, and the name "Azazel" came to Him easily.

You must know that the devil has the wealth of hell and is always generous to his subordinates, often stuffing handfuls of good things into the arms of angels;

The other name that was forced upon her in the decades that followed her was truly the most insincere and worthless gift the Archangel had ever received.

“…”

Azazel.

Almost the next moment after Lin Miao pronounced the name, the archangel's silent and cold mask suddenly shattered, and his exquisite and perfect facial features twisted slightly, as if in pain and joy. Two completely opposite emotions intertwined and distorted his face.

The stagnant air, like a lake with a stone dropped into it, began to ripple. First, a few streaks of pale purple light emerged from the void, swirling around Lin Miao. Then, more beams of light emerged, weaving into bands of light that crisscrossed the sky and gradually formed a vortex.

The wind blew and the bells rang, and the purple light gathered, slowly condensing, deforming, and fixing between her and Ziler.

A silvery-white, seemingly old feather fell from somewhere;

Half of the white mask appeared clearly in front of her eyes, covered with winding dark purple patterns.

Lin Miao took out the half of the mask and carefully placed it close. As soon as it touched the cracked edge in the middle, the two sides attracted each other like magnets, and with a "click", they snapped together, fitting seamlessly.

The patterns on either side met seamlessly, flowing smoothly as if suddenly alive, like vines slithering freely across the mask. The lines varied in thickness and curvature, twisting and turning, and the magical patterns shimmered, overflowing with a powerful attraction that seemed to draw one in.

——The complete Demon King mask.

The brilliance gradually fades and the lines take shape.

Lin Miao opened her palms, and the mask felt the call of the familiar soul, jumped up excitedly, flew towards her tremblingly, and landed safely in her hands.

"Don't look...at least, not now."

The archangel covered his twitching face, which even his excellent expression management could not save. When the mask was put into one, he half-knelt in front of Lin Miao, and grabbed her skirt with his left hand with a bird tattoo.

"Don't restore all your memories just yet, okay?"

“…I beg you.”

You have to queue up even if you ask for help.

Lin Miao thought viciously.

The six-winged archangel who was high above and looked down on the world, the employer who could force her to sign a contract and play with her life at his fingertips, the Riddler who rarely spoke the truth all day long and controlled and calculated her every move, is now just a white bird that she rubbed and played with until the corners of its eyes turned red and it moaned weakly.

Lin Miao, a human being, was extremely satisfied with the contrast. She even wanted to put on a mask in front of Ziler and watch his expression - disbelief, or collapse and despair?

When a typhoon passes by, it will rain on the sea.

However, the first half of the Demon King's memory suppressed her restlessness very well, and her subconscious seemed to still have a little mercy and tolerance for the angel boy she saved.

She gripped the mask tightly. "Give me a reason."

"...Now isn't the best time... Even if you don't recover your memory for the time being, it won't have a big impact... Perhaps if you recover your memory, you'll make irrational choices..."

He hurriedly and quickly spouted a few reasons, but they were all nonsense literature and had no persuasiveness.

Ziller's voice became increasingly hollow, and he finally closed his eyes as if in despair.

"Please have pity on me," the angel moaned softly, her beauty drooping.

"Have mercy on me... this bird that you have ruined."

"Okay." Lin Miao lightly and skillfully judged this prayer with a low chance of winning.

His bargaining chips were pitifully few, but thanks to her support, he was able to turn the tide.

"Then I'll look forward to what you call 'the best time'."

*

After leaving heaven, Lin Miao went straight to Le Palace.

I had just used a skill to teleport to a guest room in Le Palace and was about to go out when the door was suddenly pushed open.

The breathless pink-haired demon, still holding the door handle, raised his eyes and met the eyes of the human girl who happened to be looking over, caught off guard.

The enchanting female voice was a little suppressed: "...Miao Miao."

Lin Miao looked at Cecilia's charming and affectionate face, her upturned fox eyes, and the bright pink from head to toe, as if he was seeing her for the first time and examined her carefully.

After a long moment, she narrowed her eyes and said, "Xixi."

"After all these years, your taste hasn't changed at all."

“…”

The mist in her pink pupils, which were usually covered with a layer of gauze, has dissipated. It is hard to say whether she is about to cry. The watery color in her eyes may just be the overflow of emotions accumulated over the years.

The dam that held back the emotions was suddenly hit by the suddenly rising water. It first cracked inconspicuously, and then collapsed with a "bang" - shock, grievance, and the unbelievable panic all poured out through the gap, drained out completely, and filled the round pupils.

She opened her mouth and stared at the black-haired girl, tears coming before her voice.

"You...you...it's you, you're finally back..."

"Yes. I'm back."

These five short words made Cecilia's tears flow more and more. At first, they just flowed silently, and then she sobbed and even cried.

"You're back... One hundred years... One hundred years later, I, we, finally see you..."

"In a hundred years, we have even lost all our memories of you... all... all our memories...!!" Her brows became ferocious, and sadness, hatred, and resentment emerged, corroding the devil's beautiful appearance.

"Do you know what it's like to wait for someone who has no image, no voice, no breath, and who doesn't even exist in my memory... Do you know what that feels like? I'm so scared, always angry for no reason, and constantly doubting myself..."

Cecilia's words were confusing and illogical.

"I am your high-ranking demon... a subordinate whom you trust... How could you, how could you allow Sissi to lose her memory... and forget you so cruelly..."

"No one in all Hell remembers you... No one..."

"Xixi." Lin Miao said softly, "You've been waiting for a hundred years without any memory and you're still crying like this. If you remember me, why not..."

"That's different!!" The pink-haired devil wiped away her tears and said angrily, "I don't care how long I have to wait for you... I don't care about time at all!"

"Sissi is a demon. Demons can live for hundreds or even thousands of years, so she can wait for you for hundreds or even thousands of years...! As long as I remember you, even if my soul scatters, Sissi will become just the air around you..."

Her body sank into another source of heat. The human girl was as tall as her and as lithe as her.

…Even the embrace was just as Cecilia had imagined, soft, warm, and full of strength.

The demon was speechless.

"Don't say anything soul-destroying."

Although her four demons look down on each other, their train of thought, especially regarding her, is often remarkably consistent.

"We will all live well."

Lin Miao said, "Maybe I came back just to have a good ending."

"...Yeah." Cecilia closed her eyes in her arms and complained childishly, "Erol said you abandoned us...you don't want us anymore, but I don't believe it...I know you will come back and pick us up..."

Lin Miao patted her back gently to comfort her, and his fingers habitually ran through her pink curly hair, combing it bit by bit.

"bite--"

The sound of the sound transmission mirror suddenly sounded in the quiet and warm space, disturbing the hug between the man and the demon.

Lin Miao let go of Cecilia, who subconsciously wanted to chase him, but remembered the sound transmission mirror and had to hold back. She frowned and took it out from behind her waist.

When he saw Ling Yan's anxious face in the mirror, the devil's expression changed from impatience to seriousness.

She glanced at Lin Miao quietly and asked coldly, "What happened?"

The blue-haired boy shrank his neck: "Just now, there was news from Martha..."

"...a coup in the palace. The king is dead."

“!!!”

Lin Miao was startled, and in a flash of thought, she had already taken the mirror from Cecia's hand and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

Suddenly seeing the human lady's enlarged face, the blue-haired boy was stunned, his cheeks slightly red;

It was not until Lin Miao asked again that he came to his senses and told her the information about Martha in detail.

That day, after Lin Miao brought the demons that had suddenly entered the nesting period back to the Styx Realm, Martha restored the treasure room according to her instructions, returned along the same route, cast a spell to save the king's life, and set a restriction on him that would allow him to sense when someone approached.

After doing all this, she thought that the intelligence in the palace had basically been collected. Lady Cecilia had mentioned before that Miaomiao had chosen the Fourth Prince as the next king, so she went to the Fourth Prince's Mansion, in order to find out the current situation in the royal city and to protect his safety.

The first few days went by peacefully. When the Fourth Prince heard that she was sent by Lin Miao, he treated her with respect and told her important matters and key news.

During this period, there were two or three waves of assassination attempts, but they were all resolved safely by the Fourth Prince's army.

The accident happened the night before.