Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 373 - 240 Iyeta, I Am Your New Master (2)

Diaberlic had a rather fondness for Helois.

She had a pleasant face, a voluptuous figure, and strong abilities; most importantly, she was completely obedient to him, quickly and impeccably completing any task he assigned.

After he became the Demon King, she would make a good choice for a Princess.

Having been with him since she was young, though he mostly treated her as a useful tool, it was absolutely impossible for him to have no feelings for her whatsoever.

The only thing that irked Diaberlic was that she had been defiled by that damned Hero before he could touch her, which was indeed detestable.

Now it was quite likely that she had been engulfed by the lava, her fragrance faded and her beauty gone, causing a slight sorrow in Diaberlic’s heart. However, every time he remembered Helois being held in Qin Chu’s arms, that sorrow dissipated.

What concerned Diaberlic even more now was Iyeta.

Iyeta was the most beautiful among the Blood Elves, and after he became the Demon King, she was to be one of his Princesses.

As a Demon King, Diaberlic still hoped to have a few hundred beautiful Princesses by his side, which would also present a better image when he stepped out.

The higher the level of the demon, the closer to human form they were, and the closer their aesthetic standards came to those of humans; in Diaberlic’s eyes, Iyeta and Helois were naturally the best choices.

Enchanting Demons were not bad either, but how should one put it—the nature of an Enchanting Demon is desire.

One could be cuckolded if not careful.

While most demons didn’t actually care about such matters, Diaberlic could be considered an outlier among demons—his possessiveness was strong; what was his was his, and he would never allow something like wearing green hats to happen.

Even the mere act of Helois being held by Qin Chu could enrage Diaberlic beyond containment, let alone being topped with a green meadow.

Of course, sometimes as a Demon King he wasn’t able to act as he pleased; for the sake of balance among the various demon races and to solidify his own power, he sometimes needed to take as Princesses certain females who were covered in mane and rippling with muscle.

Perhaps this was the price a king must bear.

The Blood Elves too were a dominant race among the demons.

And they were extremely selfish... of course, basically all demons were of this nature, but the Blood Elves were even more so in this regard.

Diaberlic was very worried whether Iyeta would remain loyal to him after the control ring was lost.

If both his Quasi-princesses were to leave him, that would be extremely embarrassing for Diaberlic.

Prince looked somehow frightening at this very moment.

His face was twisted, his eyes filled with thick bloodshot veins, giving Iyeta the creeps.

Prince’s hands were like the talons of a hawk, tightly gripping Iyeta’s plump shoulders, causing her actual pain.

Pains subtly emerged on her beautiful cheeks, and her body involuntarily shrank back.

But this shrinking back only fueled Prince’s uncontrollable rage, as in Diaberlic’s eyes, this was a sign of Iyeta’s wish to escape from him.

His chest heaved violently, his eyes alight with flames, and far from releasing Iyeta, he even stepped forward, closing in on her, his voice laced with ferocity, "Iyeta, say it, you will not betray me." freewebnσvel.cøm

Iyeta’s slender neck moved slightly as Prince’s terrifying demeanor made her want to keep her distance.

But, Iyeta, being intelligent, knew very well that this was not a time for such actions; otherwise, the crazed Prince might even kill her on the spot.

She took a deep breath, a hint of allure spreading across her face, despite the pain that almost pierced through her shoulder, she said softly, "Prince, what are you talking about? I would never betray you."

With Iyeta’s words, the Prince felt somewhat reassured.

In fact, he also knew that Iyeta wasn’t qualified to betray him.

The entire Blood Elf race was his subject, and Iyeta was nothing but a bargaining chip put forward by the Blood Elves.

If Iyeta betrayed him, not only would he not let her go, even the Blood Elf race wouldn’t spare her, not to mention where could Iyeta go if she betrayed him?

Join the humans?

Impossible.

Humans won’t accept a demon.

Go to another Prince?

Who didn’t know Iyeta was a Quasi-princess?

Who would dare to accept Iyeta? That would mean directly going against the Prince, and they should seriously consider whether they had the capability to withstand the Prince’s frenzied wrath.

So Iyeta really had nowhere to go.

And all Diaberlic wanted to hear was just an assurance from Iyeta.

Finally, a smile appeared on his face, and he relaxed his grip from Iyeta’s shoulders.

Iyeta’s beautiful face was still pale, but the clever woman didn’t turn and leave immediately after Diaberlic released her; instead, she adjusted her complexion, her pallor beginning to show a hint of rosiness, and then Iyeta suddenly knelt on one knee:

"Respected Prince,"

"Please have no worries, whether there is a ring or not, my loyalty to you will never waver."

"In life, I am your person; in death, I am your soul."

"Sister Helois is no longer with us, hereafter I will assist you even more diligently, becoming the most important support by your side."

Iyeta hurriedly expressed her loyalty.

A slight smile appeared on Diaberlic’s ugly face, pleased with Iyeta’s reaction, he even took a step forward and helped Iyeta to stand.

Looking at the beautiful face so close to him, a powerful impulse suddenly welled up in Diaberlic’s heart.

That fair and delicate skin, those tender lips like curdled cream, those bright red eyes as if they were gemstones...

How had he not noticed before that Iyeta was actually so beautiful?

Impulse, it often happened.

But because he had to cultivate, Diaberlic didn’t want desire to interfere with the speed of his cultivation, so he had always been suppressing it like a ascetic monk.

However, at this moment, perhaps because Helois was already dead... A stunningly gorgeous girl had died before he even had the chance to taste the flavor, which made Diaberlic feel very regretful.

So much so that upon seeing Iyeta, the impulse in his heart suddenly became extremely intense, and he even felt somewhat out of control.

His breathing became somewhat rushed, and he took another step closer, as if he wanted to kiss Iyeta’s lips.

Watching that hideous face approach, Iyeta felt a wave of nausea in her heart.

If there was even a little bit of affection for Diaberlic in Helois’s heart, such feelings simply did not exist in Iyeta’s heart.

She was just handed over to Diaberlic as a bargaining chip by her race, and with the control of the ring, she had no choice but to obey Diaberlic’s commands.

Moreover, Iyeta was actually a bit of a face-connoisseur.

The Prince may be powerful and of high status, but his face was really too unattractive; even halving the average appeal would make one a bit handsomer than the Prince.

The charm might only have a level of one or two...

As the lips drew closer and closer, Iyeta suddenly felt a tickle in her ear.

Her brow furrowed slightly, and the next second a slender finger blocked the Prince’s pig mouth.

The Prince looked at Iyeta with some confusion, not understanding why Iyeta would reject him.

"Prince, won’t this hinder your cultivation?" Iyeta said softly, then her seductive gaze skimmed the surroundings.

There were many demons around busy arranging various traps.

The Prince immediately got the hint, was Iyeta being shy?

Truly adorable.

But Iyeta was right; a momentary impulse almost messed up his own cultivation, which was really inappropriate.

"Prince, your mind seems a bit disturbed right now; I think it’s better for you to be alone and quiet for a while."

"Iyeta will go over there to help set up the traps. If the Hero isn’t dead, once he appears, we can definitely kill him in one hit. Then, your renown among the demons will be unmatched," Iyeta said seductively.

Diaberlic was very pleased with Iyeta’s response, and only after she curtsied again did she turn and leave.

After stepping away some distance, Iyeta’s small hand gently patted her chest, her face filled with a relieved expression.

Yuck, disgusting!

Then one hand gently touched her ear.

Just now, she suddenly received a Message Magic.

Iyeta didn’t know who had sent her this magic, but she keenly felt almost instinctively that she couldn’t answer it in front of the Prince. If there were any terrible content in the Message Magic, she would be in grave danger.

This was a nature developed within the Blood Elf race.

An extremely selfish race, where almost everyone within the group was an enemy, deceiving and scheming against each other; those not cunning enough didn’t even have the right to survive within the race.

Her finger had just touched down.

A voice immediately entered her ear:

"Hi, Iyeta, how are you?"

Iyeta’s brow furrowed slightly; she found the voice somewhat familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

A few seconds later, Iyeta’s pupils suddenly constricted, she remembered—that was the Hero’s voice.

The Hero, indeed, was still alive.

Her cold gaze swept over the demons setting up traps around her, Iyeta’s lips curled up, even if he was still alive, once he appeared, death would await him.

"Why are you contacting me, what do you want to do?" Iyeta raised an eyebrow, her tone somewhat disdainful.

"I’d like you to tell me, is Diaberlic still lingering near the collapsed Flame Mountain, has that guy called a large number of demons from his domain again, is he preparing traps, ready to kill me?"

Iyeta was somewhat shocked inside.

This Hero was truly frightening.

He had completely speculated the situation here as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

However, she couldn’t help but mock inwardly, "Don’t you know my identity? Why should I tell you... hmm..."

Iyeta wanted to refuse, but... just as the words reached her lips, they suddenly got stuck; a strong repulsion surged from deep within her.

Her body seemed somewhat out of control, as if she wanted to tell the other party everything about this side.

This bizarre situation made Iyeta feel an extreme distortion, and suddenly, her face turned pale, a terrible premonition rising in her heart.

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you..."

"The ring that controls you is on my hand now."

"Now, I am your new master!"

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