Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 18

Chapter 18 The Kingdom of Felicis

Loren led him to meet his father.

The King, wrapped in thick robes, was standing at the palace entrance, rubbing his hands and exhaling mist as he waited for them.

The weather was quite cold, and the King’s willingness to greet them outside the palace was somewhat surprising to Su Sheng.

Loren walked over and briefly introduced Su Sheng as a friend who had helped him, thoughtfully omitting any mention of Su Sheng’s true identity to the King.

The King’s hair was white, but his eyes were sharp. He turned and smiled in greeting. Su Sheng nodded and offered a quiet salutation.

They were led into the palace. The surrounding white obsidian pillars were carved with intricate patterns, and bright floor-to-ceiling windows extended in rows down a seemingly endless corridor.

The King and Loren chatted happily beside him, occasionally mixing in a joke or two.

Upon reaching the front hall, the King asked them to sit first, then picked up a wine jug and poured a cup for each of them.

It was then that the conversation officially began.

Although the King sat there smiling, occasionally rubbing his hands and laughing, trying his best to appear relaxed while asking Loren about the Silver Star Orchid, Su Sheng still noticed that the King was stiffly holding his posture, as if he were facing not his own son, but a terrifying presence.

Su Sheng was deep in thought.

Beside him, Loren pulled out the Silver Star Orchid, his smile gentle, but in a place Su Sheng couldn’t see, he gave King Felicis a cold stare, as if warning him: “Take it, and treat Mother properly.”

King Felicis tremblingly held the Silver Star Orchid, swallowed, and said, “Yes, yes, D…”

The moment that word was about to leave his mouth, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point. His heart felt instantly squeezed by something, scaring him into immediately changing his words, mumbling, “Ah, good, good.”

The King turned his back and secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was terrified. How could he forget when he got nervous?

Next to him, Loren lightly tapped his wrist, as if receiving a message, and chuckled softly: “My apologies, I have something to attend to. I’ll step out for a moment.”

After Loren left, King Felicis looked at Su Sheng. Only now did he have the time to properly examine this young Saint Son.

This newly appointed Saint Son was indeed extraordinary. Whether in appearance, temperament, or magic level, the previous Saint Son was incomparable to him. No wonder the Demon King favored him.

It was a pity, though, a great pity, that he had angered the Demon King. He admired Su Sheng’s courage but sympathized with what awaited him.

Because any object favored by the Demon King, no matter how much it struggled, would ultimately submit to him without exception.

He let out a subtle sigh. Just as he was about to make an excuse to leave, a clear, pleasant voice echoed through the air.

“Your Majesty, what are you sighing about?”

He was startled, turning his head to meet the Saint Son’s scrutinizing gaze. The moment their eyes met, he should have immediately denied it or offered an excuse, but he couldn’t help but freeze, astonished at how meticulous the Saint Son’s observation skills were! Although he had already adjusted his expression the instant their eyes met, ensuring no one would notice anything amiss.

“Isn’t the Queen’s recovery a cause for joy? Why the sigh instead?”

Felicis tensed up, but smiled on the surface, shaking his head: “I wasn’t sighing because of the Queen.”

Norton showed an interested expression: “Oh? What is it then? Can you tell me? Perhaps I can help you.”

Felicis said, “It’s nothing major. It’s just that the lion in the back garden hasn’t been eating well lately, and I’m worried about it.”

A lion?

Su Sheng paused, then said thoughtfully, “Is that so.”

Having failed to glean any information, Su Sheng wasn’t discouraged. He picked up his wine glass and took a small sip.

Silence fell over the hall. Just then, Loren returned, walking straight to Su Sheng’s side.

King Felicis smiled and said, “Loren, treat your friend well. I’m going to check on the Queen.”

Loren turned and smiled, asking, “You’ll be staying in this castle for a while. To prevent you from getting lost, how about I show you around?”

Having traveled for so long, Su Sheng was starting to feel tired and was about to refuse. He looked up and saw Loren holding a wine glass in one hand, his eyes filled with a smile. The refusal suddenly caught in his throat.

The corner of Loren’s mouth lifted slightly, and his clear blue eyes looked at him with undisguised anticipation. Su Sheng’s heart softened quietly, and, as if possessed, he actually agreed.

“Alright.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Loren grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the palace’s back garden.

The scent of fresh grass brushed against his face. Leaning back on a long bench, Su Sheng rested his hand on his forehead, and without realizing it, his eyes slowly closed.

Beside him, Loren smiled and quietly cast a wind-blocking spell. The howling sound of the wind immediately vanished from his ears.

“Norton, sleep if you’re tired. Thank you for accompanying me for so long.”

Loren’s voice came through faintly. He wanted to respond, but he was too sleepy even to bother yawning.

In his sleep, Su Sheng suddenly felt a tickle on the side of his cheek. He slightly opened his eyes and saw Loren right next to him.

Startled, he jerked his neck back. When he tried to lift his hand, he realized his whole body was numb. He awkwardly rubbed his eyes and asked discontentedly, “Loren, what are you doing?”

Loren moved back slightly, his smiling voice like a gentle breeze across his ear: “I was helping you chase away mosquitoes.”

“Mosquitoes?” Su Sheng was stunned, looking suspiciously at the airtight surroundings enclosed by the magic barrier. “Can mosquitoes get in here?”

“From the grass,” Loren said without blinking.

Su Sheng suspected Loren was lying, but what was the point of lying?

He couldn’t figure it out.

He looked down at his feet suspiciously, and indeed, the magic barrier enclosed a patch of grass below. He immediately had nothing more to say.

Ignoring whatever Loren was doing, Su Sheng stretched, stood up, and started walking back.

Loren followed from a distance, asking, “Where are you going? We have a family dinner tonight.”

Su Sheng stopped, turned back, and said flatly, “I know.”

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That evening, he ate dinner with Loren’s family and then returned to his room. Lying in bed, in the dead of night, the events of the day suddenly flashed through his mind.

—It’s nothing major. It’s just that the lion in the back garden hasn’t been eating well lately, and I’m worried about it.

Su Sheng sat up, prepared a magical hangover remedy for himself, picked up the items on the table, and then pushed the door open and walked out.

The corridor was silent and still. He quietly followed the route from the daytime to the back garden and found the lion enclosed by a fence.

The lion was dozing. Seeing him approach, it shook its mane and stood up.

Su Sheng took a quick look and noticed the lion was plump, with sleek, shiny fur. It didn’t look like it had been starving for days. He then took out some meat and waved it in front of the lion’s eyes, noticing that the lion’s gaze followed the meat wherever it went.

What a glutton, he chuckled softly. He put the meat away. Having found his answer, there was no need to take any further risks.

Returning to his room, he lay down, staring at the light on the ceiling, his thoughts beginning to stretch out.

He thought a lot. He didn’t understand why the King would tell such an easily exposed lie, or what the meaning of that look—part pity, part admiration—was.

And why everything here seemed so strange.

Su Sheng closed his eyes, and thus did not see a pair of eyes watching him darkly from the shadows.