I recounted my experiences to Ayame, and the stunning princess blinked her eloquent eyes, listening quietly.
In the end, I said, "Ayame, can you take me to the 'Transfer Gate' in the palace?"
Ayame twisted her azure hair in her hand and said, "This is an extremely simple matter. Master, your experiences are truly magical. The 'Spirit Delightful Strange Fruit' is extremely rare even in the Mod World. I didn't expect it to be so common in your world, no wonder you can easily use water system forbidden spells."
Her gaze suddenly became serious, and she continued, "As for returning to your original world, Master, you might be disappointed. Although, in theory, the 'Transfer Gate' can send people to any space, it is only applicable to the worlds we know. Your world is unknown to us, and there is no way to proceed."
Feeling disheartened, I sighed deeply and said, "Well, then let's go back to the Holy Demon Continent. I've promised King Wotte to participate in the 'Inter-Tribal Martial Magic Tournament.' A man's word is his bond, and I can't break my promise. By the way, Ayame, if I leave the Demon Realm, will you still follow me?"
Ayame smiled and replied, "Since I have already undergone the 'Blood Oath,' I will not leave you, even in life or death. Even if you no longer want me, I will still follow you."
She pointed to the symbol on her forehead and added, "This is my proof of loyalty. Master, you wouldn't think of abandoning Ayame, would you?"
As she spoke, tears shimmered in her beautiful eyes, creating a pitiable expression.
I hugged her, saying with a smile, "Abandon such a beautiful woman like you? Am I a fool? How could I bear to? I want you for a lifetime."
Ayame embraced my waist with her delicate arms and said, "Through the 'Blood Oath,' Ayame is yours for this life and beyond, your weapon, your... your woman."
She closed her eyes, displaying an extremely cute expression.
I couldn't help but swallow my saliva. I truly admired my own self-control. Even the legendary 'sitting and waiting' of Liu Xiaohui wasn't much compared to me. I was sure that the woman who 'waited' for him was nothing compared to my Ayame.
This feeling was incredible.
Guided by Ayame, we soon left the forest and entered the Demon Realm capital, the 'City of Darkness.' Along the way, the soldiers saluted Ayame, not daring to hinder us.
This 'City of Darkness' was much larger than the 'Elven Jewel' known as the 'Pearl of the Holy Demon Continent.' The buildings were ancient and majestic, exuding a grand aura.
Contrary to my imagination, not all Demon Realm inhabitants were bizarre and deformed. Most of them were indistinguishable from humans. Even the monsters, while fearsome, were not nauseating or disgusting.
Entering the palace, I couldn't help but think of the Babunika Palace destroyed by my 'Grand Dimensional Slash' (the name I gave to my magic). King Wotte must be furious. Livia would be worried about me. Although she was usually cold, once she truly loved someone, she would disregard everything. Having her in my life was the luckiest thing.
Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt an extremely powerful pressure coming towards me. It was a pure mental sensation, and I quickly raised my head to see a handsome man in black standing on the stone steps in front of me. His long black hair and clothes fluttered in the wind, radiating a king's imposing aura.
Fortunately, I had learned mind magic from Julius, and my willpower was much stronger than before. Otherwise, just his imposing aura would have frightened me out of my wits.
Ayame shook her green hair and said, "Father, Ayame has seen the King."
Heavens, he turned out to be Lucifer, the King of the Demon Realm. Formerly the strongest angel of the Heavenly Realm, now the ruler of hell and the archenemy of the gods. No wonder he possessed such a formidable and terrifying aura.
Lucifer's sharp gaze focused on Ayame's forehead, and his expression darkened. "Blood Oath, Ayame, you..."
Ayame, intimately leaning into my embrace, said coyly, "Father, your daughter already has a master, and it's him, the human mage—Wu Lai."
Goodness, he was Lucifer, the King of the Demon Realm. The strongest fallen angel, the ruler of hell. No wonder he had such a powerful and dreadful aura.
Lucifer said, "Good lad, indeed quite skilled. However, wanting to have Ayame by just this is a bit too early. Although Ayame has undergone the 'Blood Oath' and shares life and death with you, I can still imprison you forever. Kid, if you really want to have Ayame, you must pass this king's test first."
This was troublesome. Fighting against the Demon King? I wasn't looking for trouble. But if I didn't agree, I would be imprisoned for a lifetime and lose Ayame. That was worse than death.
Ayame seemed confident in me, giggling, "Father, Ayame's chosen master is very powerful. Maybe he will surprise you."
Lucifer, although the greatest angel and the ruler of the Demon Realm, couldn't help but show a hint of displeasure when teased by his beloved daughter. He smiled and said, "Since that's the case, this king mustn't be careless. Kid, be careful."
Without hesitation, the King of the Demon Realm emitted a dark radiance, and a massive spiritual shockwave rushed toward me. It wasn't any kind of attack magic; it was created purely by the vibration of magical power.
Formidable.
I quickly used 'Guardian Light Shield' to confront it. With a resounding bang, the light shield shattered, and I was pushed back several steps. Ayame, who was confident in me, couldn't help but exclaim, "Master..."
I was frightened by Lucifer's identity, hesitant to fight, and, combined with the fact that I hadn't received formal magic training, I could only unleash seventy percent of my power. Ayame's cry woke me up; a man couldn't lose face in front of his woman.
With renewed spirit, I embraced the challenge. I crossed my hands and shouted, "'Destructive Tornado!'" A cyclone, like a lightning-fast small dragon, emerged from my hands, screaming through the air and directly towards Lucifer.
Lucifer snorted disdainfully, waving his hand casually. The howling tornado disappeared instantly, and not even a speck of dust rose before him.