Maggie doesn't plan to ask the little jellyfish's real name for now. Trust is built up little by little, and being too hasty will only backfire.
She was chatting casually with the little ghost when suddenly the whole world seemed to freeze, time stopped without warning, and only she could move.
The pedestrians not far away did not put their feet down, their smiles frozen, carrying an indescribable eeriness.
Maggie raised her head expressionlessly and glanced at the sky. It was daytime, so she couldn't see the moon's changes, but... she guessed that Safa must have arrived.
The thought had barely crossed her mind when, in a flash, the white-boned demon king with ram's horns on his head was right in front of her, staring at her.
Today, Safa did not display his bone wings and also concealed the ferocious demon spikes on his demonic armor. If one ignored the succubus horns on his head, he would look like a handsome but wicked human man.
The unusual way she made her entrance immediately put Maggie on her guard.
"Demon King, your most loyal follower welcomes your arrival."
Maggie inwardly groaned, but outwardly remained impeccably composed as she knelt before Safa on one knee, bowing her head in a gesture of submission.
Even though the Temple of Light was not far away, and the statue of the God of Light was facing her, it was as if he was watching her.
This is probably the heart of an atheist: incomparably powerful, with no remorse for 'betraying' their faith.
It wasn't even a betrayal, because Maggie had never believed in him.
Maggie lowered her head, waiting for the Demon King to give her orders, but after waiting for a long time, she heard no response.
After a while, her chin was suddenly lifted by cool fingertips.
"!"
She was forced to raise her head, and her eyes met Safa's pale purple gaze, which seemed to stare into an abyss, instilling a sense of fear in her.
[Help! Don't get so close to me, it's really scary!]
Maggie felt a scream welling up inside her, like a kettle boiling over, but she didn't show it on her face at all.
Safa's thin lips parted slightly, as if he was about to say something, but at that moment, he inexplicably closed his mouth, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes as he looked at Maggie.
However, he was ultimately the Demon King, and he never showed his emotions. Maggie couldn't detect his very subtle reactions.
Moreover, she had already exhausted most of her attention trying to hide her trembling body.
The difference in strength between the two was too great; she couldn't even withstand the mere pressure from them, let alone such close contact.
A scent, whether from magma or blood, lingered around the tip of his nose, making his hair stand on end.
The strange eye contact, the passing of time, every second made Maggie feel immense pressure.
[You're not here to settle scores, are you? I didn't bring your mother to see you on purpose; she came to me first, I had no choice, sob sob.]
Maggie cried silently to herself.
[I didn't know you and your son had a bad relationship, please leave me alone!]
"For the sake of my faith, could you spare my life?"
Safa and she held their chins together for a long time, a gesture that exuded an eerie atmosphere and a mysterious ambiguity. Finally, Maggie couldn't resist anymore.
"Lord Demon King?"
Maggie asked tentatively.
[Speak quickly if you have any orders; I'm just a poor, helpless little girl.]
Perhaps because Safa treated her fairly well, Maggie wasn't very aggressive towards him. She just didn't understand Safa's behavior, but she wasn't very irritable.
If this were Ulysses in this situation, Maggie would probably be mentally planning to stab him eight hundred times.
This included, but was not limited to, driving wooden nails into Olympus's heart, inserting a cross into his forehead, draining his blood, and leaving him to bake in the sun for two days.
Although they weren't very effective, they couldn't kill him.
"Um?"
Safa raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes questioning.
What do you want to do?
Maggie asked, forcing herself to be brave.
She really wanted to rip off Safa's hand with its sharp black nails. Although it looked long, fair, and had distinct knuckles like a work of art, that didn't negate the fact that it was actually a murder weapon.
Claws that could easily tear apart even a hellish servant would be nothing more than a matter of minutes for a mere mortal like her.
At such close range, he could die on the spot with just a slight lift of his finger.
[Could you please move your hand away? This is really dangerous, I don't want to die!]
Just when Maggie was at her wit's end, Safa finally spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice deep and seductive, like a bewitching devil, even the last syllable of which had a hook.
"You haven't asked me for power in a long time."
For some reason, as he spoke, he gently stroked Maggie's cheek with his fingertips, and an indescribable strange sensation rose from Maggie's back, itchy and tingling.
[Oh my god, you're the Demon King! Don't do such strange things!]
This was also the first time Maggie realized that demons could breathe, even though it was cold.
At this distance, you can feel it perfectly.
[Could it be that he's awakened some succubus instinct?! Philomona, help is needed! Your son is behaving very strangely!]
Maggie was on the verge of tears, but no matter how devastated she was, she still had to respond to Safa with difficulty.
"The Demon King's time is precious, how could I dare to trouble you so easily?"
She tried to save face, but the thought of how hastily she had summoned Safa last time made her want to cry. She felt that the suspicious demon king in front of her would not believe her words.
Before she could get a reply from Safa, a surge of magic power rushed into her body, and in an instant, she was promoted from an intermediate mage to an advanced mage.
Maggie was surprised.
Is the Demon King always this generous? I'm almost moved to tears. The demons in Hell must eat really well.
A magic circle symbolizing advancement suddenly appeared beneath her feet. Maggie immediately focused her attention on the expanded power, but then felt a sudden, icy sensation cover her lips.
Safa was actually repeatedly rubbing her lower lip with his fingers, an almost flirtatious gesture that completely froze Maggie.
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
This is far more terrifying than his intimidating aura.
"..."
Maggie fell silent, her mind went blank, unable to muster even a single thought; she felt weak, pitiful, and helpless.
If Maggie were to look at Safa's lips at this moment, she would see that he slightly curled the corners of his mouth, as if he had discovered something fun and interesting.
"Thank you, Demon King."
Maggie's mechanical expression of gratitude, her mind seemingly frozen, was genuinely stimulating and frightening her.
Half a day later, Safa's eyes flashed with doubt. He looked down at the spot where his fingers and Maggie's lips had touched. He seemed to have thought of something, and finally withdrew his hand with little interest.
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