Orides

Mida: You are here.

Olides: The great me has arrived.

Mida: You should not have come.

Olides: But the great me is already here.

Mida: But it is not time yet. No one else is here.

Olides: No matter, the great me can wait.

Mida was chatting with a boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old.

The other party had suddenly descended onto the snowy peak, silently.

There really is nothing at all in your place. Olides swept his gaze with interest over this domain ruled by ice and snow. His eyes finally fell on the five frost thrones, flashing with a hint of appreciation. Heh, these seats are not bad. The great me likes them.

Who is he, a friend of yours? Liyana noticed the newcomer and strolled over, looking nonchalant, as she asked Mida.

Mida shook her head.

Are we not even considered friends? The great me thought our relationship was pretty good. Olides looked at Mida with a resentful expression.

Liyana noticed a pair of pure white wings growing from Olides's back.

A Winged One?

Olides raised his chin. My name is Olides, Commander of the Winged Ones. Elf, what kind of person are you? The great me does not recall there being any elves among the Demon Kings... Besides, your strength is not up to par. Compared to the great me, you are still far too weak.

Olides... Liyana muttered the somewhat familiar name, then her eyes widened. Eh? No way, you are a Demon King?

Hah, that is right, the great me is a Demon King! Olides put his hands on his hips and let out a loud laugh, looking very arrogant and smug.

Liyana glanced at Mida, then at Olides, her brain short-circuiting for a moment... First, there was the Frost Demon King in the form of a little girl, and now this arrogant, domineering brat. Just what kind of freaks and monsters were the current Demon Kings?

Why did you come so early? Mida asked expressionlessly. The meeting is not for another three days.

The great me is here to play, of course.

There is nothing fun to do here. Mida shook her head. Go back, and come again in three days.

No way, fighting is the great me's greatest joy. Olides pointed abruptly at Mida. Let us fight, Frost Demon King. Our last battle has yet to decide a winner.

I am not going to fight you. Mida shook her head.

It was not that Mida disliked fighting, but because her mother was in the cabin... If the commotion got too loud and accidentally disturbed her, the consequences would be severe.

Her mother also did not like her fighting with others.

Hmm... What is with that cabin? Olides pointed at the wooden cabin. What a powerful array! It can even block the consciousness of the great me. Is there a powerhouse inside?

If you want to die, you can go in and take a look, Mida tossed out evenly.

Haha! Mida, what kind of joke are you making? Do you think there is anyone in this world who can kill me? The great me is a Demon King! An existence standing at the apex of the world... Since you say so, I simply must go and find out. If there really is a powerhouse in this world strong enough to kill the great me, I am quite curious...

Olides swaggered toward the wooden cabin.

Do you have a grudge against him? Liyana leaned close to Mida and asked in a low voice.

No. Mida's small face showed no emotion. I just find him a bit annoying.

True. Liyana nodded in deep agreement... Even though they had only met for a few minutes, youthful arrogance was vividly displayed on this guy.

Olides walked up to the cabin.

Hmm? Knowing that the great me, the Azure Demon King Olides, has descended, they do not even take the initiative to open the door and welcome me? What arrogance! Olides snorted coldly, raising his foot to kick the seemingly flimsy wooden door.

Bang—

The wooden door did not budge an inch.

Liyana could not help but cover her mouth to stifle a laugh from behind.

Even a Demon King could not kick it open... That instantly made her feel better about not being able to open it earlier.

Olides was a little surprised. Although he had not used much force, it should have been enough to uproot an ordinary fortress. Yet this wooden cabin was completely unscathed?

Interesting. Olides grinned. Just as he was about to raise his leg again, the wooden door slid open silently inward.

Heh, is this a voluntary surrender? Olides marched proudly into the cabin.

The wooden door closed quietly behind him, isolating the inside from the outside.

Is he really going to be okay doing that? Liyana glanced at Mida. Aina seems to hate this kind of personality the most, and he is a kid... He completely stepped on Aina's landmine.

I do not know. Mida turned her head away. I am very well-behaved.

Mida naturally knew that her mother did not really like children... However, she was an exception.

The cabin was dead silent, as if it had swallowed all sound.

A moment later.

Bang—Boom!

A heavy, muffled thud echoed out as a figure was thrown out like a torn rag doll by an invisible, massive force, crashing miserably into the thick snow and kicking up a cloud of snow powder.

Liyana and Mida exchanged a glance and went over to check the situation.

Olides's condition was visibly terrible. The pair of wings that symbolized purity and power among the Winged Ones were now withered and stripped of feathers, with one wing twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly broken... His body was still twitching in the snow.

But it was obvious he was still breathing and could be saved.

However, those eyes that had once been filled with arrogance and battle intent were now left with nothing but bottomless, hollow despair. This did not seem like something any medicine could cure.

Mida took out a bottle of life elixir and poured it directly over Olides's head.

The precious elixir quickly seeped into his wounds. The faint sound of bones healing came from the broken wing, and feathers began to slowly regenerate.

This is very expensive. Remember to pay me back with treasures later, Mida did not forget to tell Olides.

Oh... oh...

A moment later, Olides stood obediently at attention in the snow. Compared to before, his shivering figure now looked like a little quail in the dead of winter... Out of the corner of his eye, he occasionally glanced at the wooden cabin, but did not dare look directly at it again.

That... that lord... Olides clearly had many questions he wanted to ask Mida, but he did not know how to start, nor did he dare to speak.

My mother, Mida said flatly. If you do not want to die, do not ask too many questions.

Oh... oh!

Liyana looked at Olides with some disappointment.

She had thought Demon Kings would be more powerful, majestic figures.

Is this what the current Demon Kings are like? She felt a bit disillusioned.

The Demon Kings of the past had much more substance.