Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World - Chapter 536

Chapter 536: The Visitor
Vinea’s hands shook slightly as Ygrenne moved closer, drawing her sword with practised grace. She pointed the blade towards the door and shifted forward.

“Your Highness, please stand back,” Ygrenne whispered.

Vinea stepped aside, curious about why Ygrenne drew her blade.

The visitor spoke in a strange yet peculiar dialect. It was an unfamiliar accent that Vinea didn’t recognise well. The pair waited a moment before another knock came at the door, only their bated breath filling the room.

Knock!

A third knock came, just as gentle as before.

“I will open it.”

Ygrenne grasped the handle, her eyes focused on the door. Her body moved like a shadow, barely making a sound as she pulled it open.

Beyond the door stood a familiar woman whom Vinea didn’t quite recognise.

The woman wore a beautiful blue night-gown and a robe covering her body, which should have seemed vulgar and sultry, but looked glamorous and elegant.

Her brown eyes glanced at Ygrenne, then Vinea, and a smile came to her lips.

“Good evening, Princess,” she said in a bright voice. “May I enter?” Her voice carried an almost musical tone and rhythm. Vinea started at the late-night intruder, stepping back while maintaining her royal etiquette, before asking the woman a question.

“Who might you be? Surely that is the proper question right now.”

The woman didn’t seem offended or bothered by Vinea’s sharp and accusatory tone.

“I’m an acquaintance of your uncle.” She smiled softly. “My name is Geruth.”

‘Geruth?’ Vinea recognised the name somewhat, though it wasn’t important… who was it again; she mused before her face brightened.

The woman that bastard used Alan’s body to spend the night with!

A noble from the mainland.

Ygrenne’s sword tip twitched in response; she recognised the name before Vinea and labelled her as the enemy.

A friend of Mephisto, someone he mentioned over dinner, but he hadn’t mentioned more than that. Vinea just remembered that Alan spent the night in another woman’s room and judged it to be this woman, Lady Geruth.

“Just what kind of relationship do you share with my Uncle?” Vinea asked cautiously. She knew the woman in front of her was someone from the mainland, someone Mephisto wanted her to meet.

Right now, in the den of wolves, surrounded by enemies, she couldn’t help but feel helpless.

If she could leave, she would.

However, Vinea needed information about Alan and his plan. Otherwise, everything would be for nothing, and she refused to become a burden to Asmodeus.

‘Please guide me well, darling.’

But there was a reason to be suspicious, especially since she was so… pretty.

Geruth laughed softly, her laughter like soft bells in the wind. “Nothing to worry about, Princess.”

Her eyes glittered mischievously, like she knew the thoughts in Vinea’s head. “He needed a little help, that’s all.”

Vinea’s jaw tightened. She was tired, emotional and not prepared for whatever game she might face when dealing with the god of death.

Her voice held an icy edge as she responded. “Help with what?”

Geruth’s eyes glanced over at the swordswoman.

“Oh, this and that.” She said casually. She studied Vinea’s face, as if trying to read her thoughts.

That’s why Vinea couldn’t lose this moment or let the chance to learn more about him pass; so she nodded to Ygrenne, who hesitated before lowering her sword with a long breath.

“Since you seem to know who I am, Lady Geruth, you might as well come inside.”

***

Three women in the large room.

Two sat opposite each other, with the last standing behind the princess, her hand never leaving the blade at her waist as if to warn the older woman, who radiated a sultry charm.

“Well, this tea is quite delectable. Princess.”

“Enough, just call me Vinea. I am no longer Grigor’s princess.”

Vinea glared at the woman after twenty minutes of testing each other’s bottom line and purpose; they got nowhere.

“Fufu, it seems that you are quite hasty, well… I guess it cannot be helped.”

Lady Geruth placed down her cup, elegant and each movement filled with purpose and grace. “Do you know how dangerous it is for you to remain here?”

“What!?” Ygrenne stepped forward, scowling with her blade half drawn.

“Ygrenne!”

With one shout from Vinea, she stepped back and returned to herself, causing the room to calm down.

‘Why, I don’t understand… is this a trick!? Asmodeus, help me think!’

Vinea wasn’t the type of princess to enjoy tea parties; all her life, she worshipped the sword, strength, and now, her husband.

What Lady Geruth wanted to say to her, or the woman’s goals.

Vinea didn’t have a clue.

“Don’t look so on guard, Princess Vinea.” Lady Geruth curled her lips into a smile before sliding her index finger across her cheek. “I am in the same position as you, a mere pawn without power.”

“What do you mean?”

Although Vinea didn’t feel like a pawn, she understood how powerless she was against the current Alan, and the number of mainland knights was increasing daily. The sense that they planned for this moment was something Vinea didn’t doubt.

‘Do they want to attack the north… or is it the Beast Empire for their resources?’

Lady Geruth looked around; her eyes shone with a magical glow, forming sigils around her face, before she leaned forward and whispered to Vinea.

“I want to offer you a deal, Princess.”

***

Meanwhile, the pair enjoyed a game of cards in the room given to Paul and Simon, with a massive pile of coins stacked for Paul.

In contrast to that, Simon only had a few silver coins left.

“Damn, you old man! You have to be cheating.”

“Careful, brother, calling a young man like me old will result in bad luck.” Paul sneered while taking another silver coin, flicking it in the air, and catching it. “If your wife learns about this, I am not taking the blame.”

“Ack! Paul, you bastard, I trusted you!” Simon dropped to the ground, acting dramatically as if Paul had stabbed him in the back.

This scene was something they regularly enjoyed, since returning to Grigor, they lived in the same village, a sort of promise to each other.

“Tsk! To think I swore to let my little girl marry your son!” Paul grumbled.

“Hey! My son is a good seed!”

“With a father like you, even a god would become a criminal!”

The two men bickered for a short while, and no matter what happened, Paul would always give more than half the winning back and spend the money he had kept on beer and food.

“Shall we see what nightlife is like in Baltimore, Brother?” He again offered his hand to the dramatic knight, the mage’s sly smile awakening the young, mischievous side in Simon.

“I never thought you’d ask!”

Since Princess Vinea stayed in another room, the two knew they wouldn’t be much help; the knight Ygrenne was younger and stronger than both. men

So, like evil old men, they snuck into the city wearing plain clothes.

***

“Damn it… Ugh!” Simon hopped the wall and fell with a loud thud, his body rolling in the dirt, unable to steady himself. “Getting old is annoying.”

However, Simon’s mouth opened wide when he turned to face Paul. The mage didn’t drop like he did; instead of snapping a spell rune with the magic for “Glide” imbued, he descended gracefully and landed without a sound.

“Phew, what’s wrong, Simon? You look like hell.” He smirked at the dirty knight while cracking his neck and shoulders.

“You had gliding magic!? Since when???”

“Oh, about a month ago?”

“Why did you let me jump then!?”

“…I didn’t think?”

“Paul!”

“Hahaha, let’s go, Simon, I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Tsk…” Simon held his anger, biting his lips because he couldn’t hate his brother… this man treated him so well that the occasional joke or prank was nothing compared to them.

The pair slipped through the dark back roads, the nightlife of Baltimore different from the past; with the beastkin locked in their district, it became quiet.

“Hey, did you.”

“Yeah.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed, his gaze flicking behind them several times as they turned corners and increased speed to escape the shadow tailing them.

Paul grasped two runic sticks, ready to cast two spells as he followed Simon’s lead.

‘Thank god you are here, Simon.’

He could always trust Simon’s instinct, which Paul himself lacked; they jumped fences and rolled across stone walls.

However, the shadows behind them continued to follow pace.

“Simon, this might be bad. I think they are serious.”

Paul’s voice was dead serious, metal clanging, boots sinking into fresh mud; the enemy were knights and well-trained.

“Don’t worry, Paul, I will get us out of this safely.”

Despite his strong words, Simon’s eyes darted around almost nervously in movement, yet he remained focused, with both hands gripping his swords.

“Hold it right there!”

“…”

The knights caught up, called out and drew their swords, almost blocking the escape route.

“Paul… do you have any bright spells carved into those runes? Like a flash of sunlight?”

‘What is he planning?’

Paul and Simon stood back to back, with ten knights enclosing the circle around them.

“Trust me, do you have any?”

“Of course I do…”

Then let’s get ready; on my mark, toss them towards the weakest-looking knight.