Leny, who was dozing off on the steps, was awakened. Rubbing her tired eyes, Leny mumbled, "Master Michail, where are we going this time..."

Six small wings were tightly pressed against Leny's back, and although they were small and pitch black, they were quite conspicuous in the light.

Come to think of it, it seems that there is no such race as angels in this world. I wonder what kind of reaction humans would have if they discovered the existence of angels.

"Can the wings be made even smaller?" Michail asked.

"Huh?" Is Lord Michail complaining about the wings being in the way? Leny's small brows furrowed, feeling very wronged. "They are already in their smallest form... Lord Michail."

Forget it. Michail pondered inwardly. With Leny's size, it should be fine to get her a square-shaped backpack for toddlers.

Casually manipulating Hell's resources, the grains of decomposed materials spread over, gradually forming a square black backpack in Michail's hands.

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Returning to the previous dungeon, it was already late at night. Even the guards responsible for guarding the dungeon were taking a break against the wall.

Undoing the previous invisibility spell, Michail sat cross-legged on the damp ground.

"Master Michail, don't sit on this kind of ground..." Leny stood by, worried about how to prevent the great Demon Lord from being imprisoned in a dungeon by lowly humans and sitting on such an unsightly ground! If the old folks in Hell found out about this, they would probably come out to kill immediately!

"Leny, come here." Michail reached out his hand to Leny.

Seeing the distinct and slender fingers of the Demon Lord, Leny blushed. Without hesitation, she approached and sat next to Michail, imitating the posture of the Demon Lord sitting on the ground.

Unexpectedly, Michail lifted Leny up and placed her on his lap. "Your clothes will get dirty, sleep on my lap."

Thinking about making Leny accompany him in the dungeon, Michail felt somewhat guilty. The sleeping habits left behind by the angel race caused Leny to sleep twelve hours a day after the sun sets, even if she had fallen from heaven, she couldn't completely get rid of this habit.

Leny didn't feel sleepy at all, lying on the Demon Lord's lap, her little heart pounding.

Time passed unnoticed for Michail. Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years, one night was just a blink of an eye to him.

As dawn broke, the guards of the dungeon finished their shift and began their first patrol of the day.

Carrying their long spears, the guards frequently yawned. They had been having nightmares all night for some reason. It seemed as if a great demon lurked nearby, subtly affecting their spirits.

"Hey, guard over there." The guard who was called out looked confused and turned to the source of the voice. "How is the investigation going? When will I be acquitted?"

"By the way, don't you guys provide any food? Not even half a loaf of bread for the whole day? If it weren't for my extraordinary constitution, I would have starved to death in a foreign land!" the person continued questioning, leaving both the guard and Leny with a puzzled expression. When did that cold and ruthless Demon Lord become so frivolous?

"I am only responsible for watching over you. As for the rest, it's up to Her Majesty the Queen." The guard walked over and tapped the iron bars with his spear. "Behave yourself and stop complaining."

"Hey, haven't you heard? Miss Leny here saved the dying Zera from your country," Michail leaned on the iron bars, leisurely speaking. "So, maybe the curse magic of your Queen can also be resolved by us foreigners."

"What a joke! That gravely injured master magician is being rescued by the royal medical priest. He has already become a maimed cripple with no legs, it's impossible to cure him..."

"Regarding the matters concerning Her Majesty the Queen, I advise you to be cautious. Report what I just said." Michail said seriously. It seems the guards in the dungeon are not well-informed. "After all, it is more important to find the killer who has killed a noble than to cure the curse of your queen."

Being ordered around by a prisoner, the guards seemed reluctant, but since it involved the princess, they didn't dare to be careless. After checking the lock on the iron cell several times and confirming that the person inside couldn't escape, the guard grumbled and left.Michail leaned against the iron rail, smiling as he watched the guard leave.

"Sir Michail, what are you planning to do...?" Leny was completely unaware of the Demon Lord's plan and couldn't guess what he was up to.

"Just wait, Leny. Once we take care of this, we'll leave this human country. Speaking of which, we still haven't found a comfortable resting place for Hell..." Michail lifted his head and looked through the small window, the sky above the Ace capital city. Only the Demon Lord's eyes could see the completely invisible realm of Hell.

To maintain its floating height, Hell had to constantly rotate. Not to mention the amount of magic power it took to make it move, even staying suspended in mid-air required a level of magic power that ordinary people couldn't handle. While the enormous value wasn't a problem for the Demon Lord, it still consumed the magic essence within him, forcing Michail to focus his attention on Hell.

Leny tilted their head, confused. "We could just kill all these humans and tear down this prison cell where Sir Michail is held. Leny can even destroy the entire capital city while at it."

"No, no, no," Michail pressed a claw on Leny's head. "Don't always think about fighting. Loranland is already in a state of chaos, and if we add fuel to the fire, it will be destroyed."

It seemed that Leny hadn't fully accepted what Michail had said about "protecting the parallel world" and the like. The fallen angel's killing intent was still strong and wouldn't change in a short period of time. The path to guarding the parallel world was still long... the Demon Lord thought with concern.

Michail appeared incredibly patient at the moment. He squatted down, eye-level with Leny. "When Loranland becomes like Kalam Continent again, we'll have to take a life-threatening adventure. Last time, we were lucky, but the next dimensional crossing may not be successful."

"So, in order for both Leny and me to exist in this world for a bit longer, Leny must not think about killing or annihilating a clan."

Leny's eyes suddenly brightened. To exist in this world for a bit longer with Michail... alone with Michail... marrying and having children with Michail... speaking of which, the reproductive ability of the angel race was incredibly strong. Then, the entire Hell would be filled with little angels born to Michail...

Hmm!

Thinking of this, Leny covered their face and squatted on the ground.

Of course, the Demon Lord had no idea what was going on in their subordinate's mind. It was a good thing he didn't know, or he would turn to stone on the spot.

Neat footsteps echoed out from the corridor. Michail perked up his ears and immediately recognized that the well-trained army belonged to whom.

"The Queen has given orders. Michail, the foreigner, and the little girl beside you, please come with us." Michail inwardly chuckled. They even used the word "please," which could be considered a form of respect. It was rare to hear it from the commander of the Queen's Knights.