Chapter 203: Visiting the Capital of the Demon Empire, Erantum
“So, you’re my opponent on this battlefield, huh?”
At the sound of the voice, Guren was stunned and turned his gaze to the side, where he saw a handsome yet stern man approaching with a leisurely pace and a nonchalant smile on his lips.
Guren quickly became alert, fixing the man with a sharp gaze.
“Are you one of the Demon Generals who leads the Demon Race’s troops?” Guren asked coldly, his grip tightening on the sword in his right hand.
Before the battle began, he noticed four leaders among the ranks of the Demon Race army: a middle-aged man, a silver-haired beauty, a big and tall man resembling Valen, and finally, a handsome man with a stern gaze—this man now standing before him.
Upon hearing Guren’s question, the handsome man instantly halted and looked up at Guren with interest.
“Oh? It seems you know a bit about me,” he asked curiously.
“If I do, what does it matter to you?” Guren replied indifferently, showing no goodwill.
The handsome man was slightly taken aback by Guren’s response but showed no anger; instead, he gave a faint smile.
“You have a very arrogant attitude, which reminds me of an enemy I faced in the past. He was incredibly arrogant, but he had real and impressive power. Even I had to admit he was very strong,” he said nonchalantly, with a hint of admiration in his tone. “However, that man had the strength to back up his arrogance. As for you, I wonder if your arrogance is matched by any real strength.”
When he finished speaking, a playful look appeared in his eyes, instantly offending Guren.
“You…” Guren gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of anger.
Although the man’s insults were subtle, they annoyed Guren, reminding him of the incident in the throne room where he was humiliated by Valen.
At that time, he was extremely arrogant and accepted Valen’s challenge, which ended with him fainting.
The memory of that humiliation was one he desperately wanted to erase; now, this man’s words brought it rushing back, instantly filling him with anger and frustration.
The handsome man raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by Guren’s anger, but then shook his head as if he didn’t care.
“Alright, enough wasting time. Before we fight, let me introduce myself. My name is Teran, the third Demon General of the Demon Race, also known as ‘The Man with a Thousand Illusions’ for my expertise in illusion magic.” He spoke calmly and casually, a faint smile on his lips as he continued, “I hope you remember my name—the one who will defeat and bury you on this battlefield.”
As Guren heard Teran’s last sentence, he was stunned for a moment before a smirk spread across his face.
“So, your name is Teran, huh? Burying me? Let’s see if you have that ability!” Guren exclaimed coldly, a murderous intent radiating fiercely from his body.
With lightning speed, Guren appeared in front of Teran and slashed at him with the sword in his right hand.
*Boom!*
His powerful slash sent sand flying, creating a small sandstorm around them.
Seeing this, Guren smiled faintly, confident that his attack had wounded Teran.
However, his smile froze as he watched Teran, whom he had attacked, suddenly vanish from sight as the small sandstorm settled.
“Disappeared? How is that possible?” Guren was startled, cautiously stepping backward.
Scanning the surroundings for Teran, he was further alarmed to discover that the bustling clashes between the Demon race forces and humanity had vanished, leaving only a vast empty desert!
“This is… an illusion!?”
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“Wow! Daddy! Look, it’s so beautiful! Wow! Look at that one too, daddy!”
On a street bustling with activity, Fiona, in Leon’s arms, exclaimed excitedly over and over again, pointing eagerly at everything that caught her eye.
Witnessing this scene, Leon chuckled softly, shaking his head.
“Yes, yes, I saw it, Fiona,” Leon replied affectionately, gently rubbing Fiona’s small head.
Raising his gaze, he looked around with an admiring expression he couldn’t conceal.
“The capital of Erantum is truly marvelous…” Leon couldn’t help but praise the scenery around him.
In ancient records, there was a famous saying: “If the capital of the Holy Empire of Elysium, Astralyn, is made of exquisite gold, then the capital of the Demon Empire, Erantum, is made of equally marvelous diamonds.”
This statement highlighted that Erantum’s prosperity rivaled that of Astralyn, the capital of the Holy Empire of Elysium.
Now, after seeing it firsthand, Leon couldn’t help but admit that the saying was entirely true.
“Anyone interested in fresh fruits, come over here! All my fruits are freshly picked and very ripe!”
“Come, come, come! If anyone is looking for fresh vegetables, come to my place immediately! I assure you, they are all very fresh!
“Five percent off every purchase! Come, visitors!”
As he passed along the streets, Leon observed countless Demon Race merchants hawking their wares, calling out to attract shoppers’ attention, and adding to the lively atmosphere of the capital.
“They really are quite similar to the human merchants in Astralyn Capital,” Leon muttered inwardly.
The Demon race shared a stature not markedly different from that of humans; one might even say they were very alike.
The primary distinction lay in their ears—the Demon race had longer and more pointed ears.
Additionally, some members of the demon race bore horns atop their heads, though such cases were relatively rare.
“Daddy! Look! Candy! I want to try it!” Fiona’s excited voice suddenly rang in Leon’s ears as he looked around.
“Candy?” Leon asked, turning to Fiona curiously.
“Yes, candy!” Fiona exclaimed, pointing excitedly towards a shop on the left side of the street where a middle-aged female demon had an array of interesting candies on display.
“You want candy? Do you think you have enough teeth to handle that?” Leon teased.
Fiona was momentarily startled before nodding vigorously in agreement.
“My teeth are strong enough to eat candy, daddy!” Fiona replied confidently, opening her little mouth to reveal a row of small, neat white teeth that instantly made Leon laugh.
“You’re quite the little girl…” Leon’s laughter subsided into a helpless smile as he looked at Fiona, nodding slightly. “Well, if you want candy, let’s go buy some.”
To be honest, he hesitated to agree to Fiona’s request because he knew she was only three years old and eating candy was not advisable at her age. However, he didn’t want to disappoint her, especially since their trip to the capital was meant for enjoyment.
Moreover, as long as Fiona doesn’t overindulge in candy, it’s perfectly fine.
Upon hearing Leon’s response, Fiona’s eyes sparkled with joy, and she hugged him tightly.
“Hehehe~ Thank you, daddy~” Fiona snuggled in his arms, her face radiant with happiness.
Leon smiled and nodded, then began walking towards the candy store with Fiona in his arms.
However, just as he had taken a few steps, a little girl dashed from the opposite direction and collided with him, causing her to tumble to the ground.
“Ouch!”
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