Wings of the Dawn

The room Maya arranged for Xia Lun was excellent, located on the highest floor.

Most buildings in Abandes City were low-rise with flat roofs, so the five-story Adventurers' Guild stood as one of the few tall structures. From the window, one could take in an unobstructed view, gazing straight at the towering spires of the Grand Cathedral.

Aina rolled over on the bed, stretching her delicate and alluring figure, as if hinting at something to Xia Lun.

"Knock, knock, knock."

A knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Come in," Aina sighed and snapped her fingers. The door swung open on its own.

Liyana pushed the door open, holding a book of fairy tales.

Mo Lini followed closely behind, cradling the little blue slime in her arms.

Liyana ignored Xia Lun standing by the window and instead took a seat on the chair opposite Aina.

Aina lazily yawned. "Looking for me?"

"Aina... I hope you can explain something about the Dawn Wings," Liyana said seriously. "You have one of their identity badges in your possession, don’t you?"

Xia Lun also turned to look, as this matter concerned him as well.

Aina tilted her head slightly. "What about it?"

"Xia Lun disbanded the Dawn Wings long ago... So what’s the deal with the current Dawn Wings?" Liyana couldn’t help but ask.

"You’re an adventurer. You should know the general situation, right?" Aina sat up on the bed, lightly tossing her hair.

"Of course... The Dawn Wings is currently the strongest and largest adventurer group, the only one granted the exceptional rank of Lv.6. No adventurer would be unfamiliar with that name." Liyana glanced at Xia Lun. "Originally, I thought it was just someone who admired the former hero and revived the name, since there’s no rule against reusing disbanded group names... But since you’re involved, Aina, the nature of this changes..."

Liyana suddenly realized something else.

Normally, if Aina knew an adventurer group was using the Dawn Wings name, she wouldn’t just stand by and let it happen.

She should have guessed earlier that Aina was connected to the Dawn Wings.

Aina nodded. "That’s right. The Dawn Wings is technically under my name. Any problem with that?"

"N-no, no problem, Aina. I just wanted to know." Despite her words, Liyana covered her mouth in shock.

She was well aware of the immense influence the Dawn Wings now wielded...

"Um... Aina, are you the legendary mysterious leader of the Dawn Wings?" Liyana asked timidly.

"Of course not. I’ve devoted all my attention to Xia Lun—how could I possibly have time to manage such a large adventurer group?" Aina said matter-of-factly. "I found a reliable subordinate to handle things for me."

In the Yalan Empire, Aina had entrusted Dorian with management, while Niya and Feina oversaw affairs among the Demon Race, including the Blood Clan... The two of them also assisted her with various tasks, acting as her secretaries.

She vaguely recalled promoting four individuals as Blood Clan dukes. Who was the fourth one again?... Never mind. If that person hadn’t accomplished anything noteworthy, they were probably insignificant. She’d just remove them from their position the next time she visited the Blood Clan.

Liyana’s lips parted slightly. The idea that the leader of the Dawn Wings was Aina’s subordinate was still too unbelievable for her.

"Anything else you want to ask?" Aina lay back down on the bed, lazily rolling over.

"N-no, nothing else." Liyana quietly stood up, recognizing Aina’s unspoken dismissal. It wasn’t appropriate to linger any longer, so she left the room.

Mo Lini also got up and left, though she wasn’t even sure why she had tagged along in the first place... She had just overheard something astonishing again, but Mo Lini was growing numb to it. Perhaps this was the fate of being a mascot.

Mo Lini carefully closed the door behind her.

"Xia Lun~"

The moment Liyana and the others left, Aina began cooing at Xia Lun. "Come here, let me hold you... My adorable little Xia Lun, what are you doing by the window? Come over here and close the curtains on your way."

Xia Lun obediently complied. Aina buried her face in his chest, taking a deep breath.

When Xia Lun wasn’t paying attention, Aina bit down on the buttons of his shirt, gently tugging them open to reveal half of his firm chest.

For once, Aina was in the mood to undress him slowly rather than burning his clothes to ashes in an instant.

"The Dawn Wings... is now the strongest adventurer group?" Xia Lun murmured.

"That’s right. If you want, you can reclaim your position as its leader anytime... I had Dorian keep his identity well-hidden—he always appears before others wearing a mask, so no one would know if you took his place."

Even as she spoke, Aina’s hands were busy, already stealthily unbuckling Xia Lun’s belt.

Aina pushed Xia Lun onto the bed, climbing on top of him as their lips met in a tender kiss.

Xia Lun sighed inwardly. Every time they arrived in a new city, Aina’s first priority was marking him with her scent.

Shouldn’t they explore the city first, taking in the sights and culture? Such activities were better suited for nighttime.

But Aina was the Demon King. She didn’t care about such trivialities—she simply did as she pleased with him.

"So eager, Xia Lun."

Aina licked her lips, already sensing the fiery, life-filled presence burning within him.

Xia Lun felt a twinge of shame. Though his mind had wandered, his body responded honestly.

The flames still rose, and once again, Xia Lun’s clothes met their fiery demise.

Still, they had at least made it halfway this time—progress! Maybe next time... or the time after that... Xia Lun’s clothes might finally survive an encounter with Aina.

The Demon King’s crimson bat wings unfurled, their membranous surfaces shimmering like flowing blood in the interplay of light and shadow.

Xia Lun gazed at his wife and the wings behind her, momentarily spellbound.

Her flawless beauty, porcelain-like skin, snow-white hair contrasting with the deep red of her wings...

So breathtaking.

Every time Aina revealed her primal form before him, he was left in awe... even though he had witnessed this sight thousands of times.

And that cold, peerlessly beautiful face would soon melt into a look of intoxicating desire, displaying the most wanton expressions... filling Xia Lun with an overwhelming sense of conquest and satisfaction.

Liyana likely never imagined that less than half an hour after she left, the room would transform into a scene too indecent for words.