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Chapter 433: Demon Lord and Demon Lord
🕑 Added 2025-09-17 02:23:39 +0000 UTC"!" Weser's expression changed.
He only had time to make these movements before a face with a wild smile imprinted itself in Weser's eyes.
"Finally, we meet!" Izayoi Sakamaki grinned, his eyes blazing with intense light.
"Demon Lord-sama!" As soon as the words fell, a palm carrying terrifying force slammed down on Weser's face, heading towards the boundary wall.
"Boom!" An astonishing muffled sound reverberated.
"Gu-wu!" Weser let out a muffled cry, his entire body pressed into the boundary wall.
And Izayoi Sakamaki, with an unruly expression, inserted his legs into the boundary wall, excitedly dragging Weser's head against the boundary wall, extremely violently.
"Weser!" Ratten exclaimed, quickly stopping her descent and hovering in mid-air.
The petite girl riding on the pottery soldier watched Izayoi Sakamaki, a hint of interest flickering in her eyes.
"To catch Weser off guard, he has some skill."
"Damn brat!" Caught off guard, Weser finally reacted.
Looking at Izayoi Sakamaki, who was dragging him like trash while pressing his face, Weser's expression instantly turned ferocious. He swung the flute in his hand and knocked Izayoi Sakamaki back.
"Weser, deal with... hmm?!" The girl in the spotted dress was about to say something when she suddenly turned her head and looked behind her.
There, Blake floated in the air, his gaze directly cast
over, suddenly meeting the girl's eyes.
The entire scene suddenly fell silent.
"I say, kid, you already have two maids at home, you should be content. It's better not to stare at that spotted loli over there from the start, right?" Just then, Izayoi Sakamaki said to Blake with a chuckle, showing no hint of tension.
"Damn brat!" Hearing this, Weser instantly flew into a rage. However, he didn't act impulsively but flew to the girl's side.
"Weser." Ratten hovered beside Weser, and together, as if
planning to confront Blake and Izayoi Sakamaki, they stood side by side, flying in front of the petite girl riding on the giant pottery soldier.
"You were too careless, weren't you?"
"It better just be carelessness." Weser spat out a mouthful of saliva hatefully. "Both of these brats are not ordinary people. I didn't notice either of them approaching before they were right in front of me.
Especially the black-haired brat. I didn't notice him at all."
"......Me too," Ratten said helplessly. "Looks like you were right, there are two or three individuals we need to take seriously."
"That's a good thing," Weser suddenly smiled. "This way, our actions will have meaning."
Watching Weser and Ratten engage in a seemingly oblivious conversation, Izayoi Sakamaki looked at the petite girl riding on the giant pottery soldier, clearly being protected by Weser and Ratten.
Blake's eyes, however, remained fixed on the girl, observing her with interest. "Looks like you chose the right person." Then, as if thinking of something, Izayoi Sakamaki glanced at Blake with a somewhat displeased look.
"Izayoi, judging strength by appearance doesn't work in this Little Garden," Blake said calmly to Izayoi Sakamaki.
"Come play..." After scanning Blake and Izayoi Sakamaki, the petite girl spread her hands with a casual smile.
With this sentence, spoken as casually as a mischievous little girl, the atmosphere of the entire space suddenly changed, making Izayoi Sakamaki's eyes narrow.
"Play..." Blake, however, showed a strange expression... In a certain sense, a loli saying this to two boys was very ominous.
In the next moment, from the sleeves of the spotted dress of the petite girl riding on the giant pottery soldier's head, a bizarre black wind suddenly surged out, like a darkness composed of dense black locusts, or like a mist, spreading throughout the space.
That black wind was definitely not something simple.
"Before the game begins, let's ask anyway." Spreading her hands, allowing the black wind to continuously pour out from her sleeves, the petite girl looked down at Blake and Izayoi Sakamaki from above, and after a moment, she parted her lips slightly. "What are your names?"
Hearing this, before Blake could speak, Izayoi Sakamaki,
as if dissatisfied with the petite girl's condescending attitude, revealed an arrogant smile. "You have to give your own name before asking others' names. That's basic etiquette, spotted l*li."
"Etiquette?" The petite girl's tone became somewhat sarcastic. "Are people who attack others' subordinates without even saying hello fit to talk about etiquette?"
"Shouldn't that be mutual?" Blake raised his eyes, looking at the petite girl. "Launching a reckless attack when others are happily holding a festival isn't a matter of politeness, but a matter of reason."
"No way," the petite girl said without any change in emotion. "After all, I am a Demon Lord."
"A Demon Lord, huh? This one is also a Demon Lord, but much more polite than you," Izayoi Sakamaki said casually, glancing away.
"Huh?!" Hearing this, Weser, Ratten, and even the petite girl who was a Demon Lord, were all startled. They looked at Blake, who had a calm expression and whose clothes fluttered in the wind, with astonishment.
