I am the heroine's godfather!

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Estia was also a little curious, but Lestinger waved his hand and said, "Hey, you all know that the old lich never leaves his lab unless there's something important to do."

"That's true."

"The old lich sent word a few days ago that he is busy with research and cannot go out."

Hearing Lucifer's words, Loran nodded. Given the old lich's personality, it was quite normal.

Chapter 197 Estia is a deeply hidden tsundere

The Demon King's Castle, bathed in the morning light, lost some of its eeriness. Today was a rare sunny day, and sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the deep corridors.

Loran leaned against the balcony railing, gazing down at the gradually awakening demon market—vampire merchants were using bats to transport fresh abyssal berries, sparks flew in the Satanic blacksmith's shop, and several lich apprentices squatted on a street corner, carving some kind of abstract sculpture.

"Surprising?"

Lucifer's voice came from behind. She was wearing a light chiffon dress today, and her obsidian eyes held a hint of a smile: "Demons are not just about war and slaughter..."

She looked down: "And there are ordinary, everyday lives, just like those of humans."

Loran chuckled, his gaze falling on the circular plaza in the center of the market. Around the fountain in the very center of the plaza were four different statues: a vampire with bared fangs, a fallen angel with outstretched wings, Satan wielding a greatsword, and a lich holding a scepter.

Four statues surround the fountain, and stardust falling from the wings of the fallen angel statue is being collected into glass bottles by Satan children.

"These were the original four demons, our ancestors—but the demons have forgotten their names."

Lucifer said with a touch of melancholy, “Their names have been lost to history, like the old lich. Perhaps only the old lich still remembers them now.”

"He didn't tell you?"

"No."

Lucifer shook his head: "That old man said it's all old news, no need to bring it up. Living well in the present is more meaningful than chasing after that vague history."

Loran asked, "Do you agree with what he said?"

Lucifer remained silent for a long while, then shook his head with a wry smile: "I don't quite agree. Even the most boring history should be recorded, at least so it knows where we came from and where we are going..."

As she spoke, she stroked the old railing in front of her: "But for most demons, understanding history is not as important as thinking about what to eat tonight."

"On this point, I agree with you humans."

"How to say?"

"Despite their short lifespans, they still record history generation after generation. Perhaps this is a thought that only short-lived species would have."

Lucifer looked into the distance: "It is good to record one's life so that future generations can either learn from it or take it as a warning."

"Even so, much of human history has been lost."

Loran was referring to seven hundred years ago. Lucifer didn't reply, but pointed to the children and said, "That was the 'Morning Dew Festival'."

She explained softly, “Every Wednesday, the fallen angel statue scatters stardust, which the demons use to brew painkillers—though humans prefer to call it ‘demon pollen.’”

"This is a gift from the fallen angel ancestors, which continues to this day and may continue for a very long time, but most people have forgotten where it came from."

"so......"

Lucifer suddenly turned around, a faint smile on his face: "I have decided to establish the position of historian after I ascend the throne. The past may be unchangeable, but let's at least start from now."

Loran suddenly felt that Lucifer in front of him was a bit unfamiliar. He smiled helplessly. This guy really didn't just decide to become the Demon King for the sake of power.

That makes sense, though, since no one else in this generation of royal court rulers is suitable to be the Demon King except for her.

Lesteen's personality is fine as a general, but putting her in a management position is a nightmare—she even assigns her adjutant to handle the political affairs of Satan's court.

Lilith is capable of handling political affairs, but her personality is too gentle. It's only because Lamia supplements her somewhat that she can keep the vampires in check. Dealing with vampires alone exhausts her; making her the Demon King would be the death of her.

The old lich was a complete hands-off manager, advocating a policy of non-interference.

From this perspective, Lucifer is indeed the only suitable candidate.

Estia appeared at the corner of the terrace, her hair damp with dew: "Leistinger invited us to the lava baths in the Demon King's castle."

She paused for a moment and then said, "It is said that this is the highest level of etiquette that the Satan clan uses to receive distinguished guests."

"That's true."

Lucifer regained his usual mischievous expression: "There's even mixed-gender bathing, Lorian, don't you want to try it?"

Loran was speechless at the guy's sudden change of attitude, rolled his eyes and said, "Fine, I'll give it a try if you come with me."

"Oh dear, isn't having a little princess enough? Do you want me too?"

Lucifer was equally defiant, while Estia remained silent, knowing Lucifer's personality and naturally not caring about their banter.

After chatting idly for a while, the three headed to the bathhouse.

As they passed through the market, a commotion arose. Loran and Estia looked up and saw two lich apprentices in robes, fiddling with instruments and arguing about something.

"How many times have I told you! The wing powder of the Ferry Bone Butterfly must be ground counterclockwise!"

"What do you know? Volume 407 of the Book of Eternal Sleep clearly states..."

Two liches clad in grey robes nearly came to blows over how to handle a material, until the scabbards of the enforcement team struck them on the head.

"That's the daily routine of the lich race."

Lucifer chuckled: "They can argue for a month over a formula error from three hundred years ago."

"Are they students?"

Loran looked at the uniform-style clothes with the golden lich staff emblem embroidered on the chest and couldn't help but ask curiously. Lucifer nodded and said, "Students of the Demon Academy—this academy used to only admit noble children from the four royal courts, but after I came to power, I changed the policy, and ordinary demons can also enter this school through their own efforts."

"Are the nobles in the royal court not dissatisfied?"

"They dare!"

Lucifer sneered: "Leistinger and Lilith both agreed with my policy, and the old lich even handed over the lich race to me completely. If they dare to oppose it, they are challenging the authority of the Lord of the Royal Court. They would not be able to pay for it even if they died ten thousand times."

Loran then remembered that the demon race was a society where the strong were supreme, and the ruler of the royal court had absolute governing power over his subjects—especially since no demon king had yet appeared. The ruler of the royal court was the sole supreme authority. Anyone who dared to oppose the ruler of the royal court's decisions probably didn't know the meaning of death.

It must be said that if there is a wise ruler, the Demon race's political system is indeed highly efficient—but the downsides are also obvious. Once a debauched ruler is encountered, the Demon race will be led to its demise.

"but......"

Lucifer suddenly sighed: "Education has been controlled by the nobles of various royal courts for too long. Even though I have lowered the standards for commoner students, nobles still make up the majority of the students in the academy."

"This is not something that can be resolved in the short term."

Lorraine comforted him, "This is something that will take generations to resolve. In any case, you've paved the way, so at least they have something to look forward to."

That's what they say...

Lucifer was about to say something when Estia suddenly spoke up: "Hey, over there."

The two lich apprentices were stopped by someone, looking somewhat confused. Then they saw Lucifer and their faces lit up with joy: "Lord Lucifer!"

"Hello."

Lucifer gave a dignified smile and greeted them, but Estia asked, "Judging from your attire, are you students from the Demon Academy? You don't look like nobles to me."

"Ah, yes, we are just an ordinary family."

A lich scratched his head: "To say I come from an ordinary family is a bit too kind of me. My family is very poor. My father died a few years ago, and my mother raised me, my younger brother and sister all by herself. I was even thinking of dropping out of school and finding an apprenticeship to help support my family."

As he spoke, he looked at Lucifer with gratitude: "Thanks to Lord Lucifer! If it weren't for you waiving tuition fees for students like us and setting up scholarships, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to continue my studies! I even passed the pharmacist certification exam, and after I graduate, I'm going to work for the pharmaceutical company!"

Are there many people like you?

Estia continued to ask, and the lich apprentice answered fluently: "Of course! Not only the lich race, but also the fallen angels, the Satanic race, and the vampires!"

As he spoke, he looked at Lucifer: "Lord Lucifer, we are all very grateful to you!"

His friend pulled him back: "How can you speak to Lord Lucifer like that?"

"Sorry, hehe, I got too excited."

After the two said goodbye, Estia looked at Lucifer and said, "See?"

"what?"

"Indeed, some ordinary demons have benefited from your actions, and some have even had their lives changed."

Estia's tone remained indifferent, after all, she didn't have a good impression of Lucifer, but she still said, "Therefore, you are arrogant enough."

Chapter 198: Since ancient times, the seventh and eighth days have brought benefits (198 is also an 8).

The lava bath is located in the northeast corner of the Demon King's castle. It looks no different from other baths, but once you walk in, you can feel a wave of heat hitting you.

"Oh, you've finally arrived."

Lestinger greeted her, "Lilith is getting impatient."

"I, I didn't..."

Lilith argued softly, but Lucifer, of course, didn't believe Lestinger's nonsense and said with a smile, "If you bully Lilith again, Lamia will come looking for you."

"What a joke! Me, afraid of her?!"

Lester patted his chest forcefully, causing the front armor to ripple violently, making Estia silently lower her head, looking at her slightly bulging chest, speechless for a moment.

Then he looked at Lucifer, who was in a similar situation to himself, and suddenly felt a sense of shared misfortune.

While Lestinger seemed confident, she quickly changed the subject: "Sigh, this bathhouse in the Demon King's castle is still lacking. It's nothing compared to the one in Satan's Court—ours has naturally formed lava!"

"The Satan race has such a great physique."

Loran couldn't help but sigh.

The temperature that would probably leave no ashes for an ordinary human after jumping in is enough for an ordinary member of the Satan race to enjoy as a daily pleasure.

The systems of humans and demons cannot be generalized.

Loran was also quite curious about why this was. Although the Satan race's physique was much better than that of humans, the difference wasn't this big. The physique of an ordinary Satan race member was somewhat worse than that of a first-tier martial artist, but even a first-tier martial artist wouldn't dare say that they could withstand magma.

After much thought, it can probably only be attributed to differences in biological structure.

Unfortunately, Loran wasn't a biology student in his previous life, so he couldn't explain it clearly.

"It's called a lava bath, but it's actually just a little hotter than a normal hot spring."

Lucifer explained, "After all, the idea of ​​taking a real bath in lava is still somewhat unacceptable to demons other than the Satan race."

"Ha, what a tasteless fellow!"

As the ruler of the royal court and distinguished guests of the demon race, the group naturally did not need to squeeze into ordinary bathhouses, but instead had private rooms.

Normally only Lesteen would drink this kind of stuff, and she often stays at Satan's Court, otherwise she would definitely get one in the Demon King's Palace.

Despite Lucifer's repeated invitations, Loran still refused the idea of ​​hanging out with several women—he was afraid that Lilith would faint from embarrassment, and then Lamia would just go and have sex with him.

just kidding.

Everyone could tell that Lucifer's invitation was just a joke, and Loran wouldn't be so idle as to give her amusement.

Steam rose from the hot spring, where four beautiful women sat, their exposed skin sparking the imagination.

Unfortunately, no one has the chance to see it.

"Little princess, how come your skin is so tender?"

Lestinger frowned: "She doesn't act like a warrior at all, more like some rich girl."

Lucifer, who was washing his smooth skin, looked up when he heard this and felt like he had been caught in the crossfire.

Lilith suddenly sneered, and everyone knew it was Lamia who was in charge now: "You're not much better yourself."

"What words!"

Lestinger suddenly stood up, her weapon surging and splashing water everywhere: "Look at my abs!"

"Ugh, what a filthy and disgusting body."

Lilith (Lamia)'s figure is already quite good, but she is still inferior to Lestinger.

"Ha, you're just jealous!"

That being said, Lester didn't dare to directly threaten to fight Lamia—she liked fighting, but she wasn't a masochist! Lamia fought like a madwoman, without any restraint.

Estia ignored Lestinger and instead looked at Lucifer: "Any progress on the matter concerning the demons' internal affairs?"

"Don't worry."

Lucifer gave a faint smile.

At the same moment, in a dark room beneath the Demon King's castle, four skull lamps cast distorted shadows.

"Does that fallen angel really think she's the Demon King?"