Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 223: The Furious Demon
Third Person's POV
His scoff was weirdly loud in the pub's sudden quiet state and the demon glared at him with hatred and viciousness in his eyes while the others looked at the demon with secret mocking grins.
The old demon gave a faint knowing grin in response.
"No biggies, Declan," he said as he rolled a shiny gold coin between his fingers.
"As long as you understand."
Something passed between them, like a subtle exchange hidden behind words. Leon's smile tugged higher as if he expected more from Declan.
Meanwhile, Ethan's thoughts raced as he pieced the sudden change in the atmosphere.
So, he is not just a brainless brute after all.
He had pegged Declan as another arrogant musclehead, but this display of sudden self-control hinted at something deeper and perhaps more dangerous.
Ethan was not the one to underestimate an enemy regardless of its strength or intelligence.
His previous life experiences had taught him that carelessness was fatal and there were no second chances in the dance of life and death.
So, internally, he grew even more cautious but on the outside, he wore an unbothered smirk as he casually wrapped an arm around Virelle's slender waist.
Virelle, ever the perfect actress, leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder as if she belonged there.
Her movements were soft and fluid, yet her hazy scarlet eyes flickered with mischief and a subtle allure as they met Ethan's.
As expected, a flicker of pure rage sparked in Declan's blood-red eyes at the sight of their deliberate display of affection.
Even in the crowd around them, jealous glares sharpened like knives on Ethan's back.
The male adventurers couldn't hide the irritation and envy that continuously gnawed at them as they watched the alluring veiled beauty pressed so tenderly against Ethan.
Her half-lidded eyes, the faint blush on her little exposed cheeks, and her languid aura painted a picture of intimacy that stirred emotions far more primal than mere irritation.
The women in the pub weren't spared from envy either.
Some whispered curses under their breath while others sighed dreamily as they thought that the two were a perfect match.
One was the poised and dashing handsome young prince while the other was the veiled enchantress. They were like a couple plucked straight from a bard's romantic ballad.
But for most of the men, one bitter thought echoed loudly and collectively in their minds.
This smug pretty boy needs to be thrashed properly and taught a lesson he will never forget.
That thought only deepened when Ethan's arm subtly tightened around Virelle's curvaceous waist and his grin widened as if he was daring the Declan and his underling entourage to step up and challenge him.
Suddenly, Declan's lips curled into a smirk as he noticed a subtle but crucial detail—the trio's necks were bare.
There were no Guild insignias and no metallic tags that marked them as registered adventurers.
It was a golden opportunity.
Declan's sharp gaze roamed over Ethan and his companions, and a glint of wicked satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
Feigning civility, Declan turned smoothly to Warden Leon and kept his tone oily and respectful, though venom laced every word.
"Warden," Declan said as his voice dripped with false righteousness.
"It seems these outsiders might be violating Guild protocols. They have no tags and no affiliations. Yet here they are, freely lounging inside the Guild's sacred grounds."
He gave an exaggerated sigh and crossed his arms, looking ever the dutiful citizen.
"In the spirit of upholding the rules, perhaps these… guests… should be detained? After all, we can't have just anyone waltzing into the Guild's territory.
Who knows what intentions they might harbor? Maybe a stint in the Guild's holding cells would encourage some honesty."
His devilish grin widened and he seemed to be savoring the stir he was causing.
The red-haired demon seemed to have completely forgotten the shameful display he had just shown to the public as he fully displayed his shamelessness.
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Around the pub, several patrons began whispering and shot uneasy glances at Ethan's group as they worried about Ethan's group's fate.
In reality, they were not worried about Ethan but were frustrated that this Declan guy would win again and would never be taught a good lesson about a good thrashing, though they were already satisfied with his earlier comical display.
Ethan's brow arched but he remained calm.
He could feel the growing hostility in the air as a few of the adventurers cast wary eyes toward him and Virelle.
A few even muttered in agreement with Declan and were seemingly entertained by the unfolding drama.
Virelle's eyes narrowed, but Ethan placed a calming hand on her waist and silently told her to hold back.
The Warden, for his part, merely chuckled and seemed to be amused by Declan's theatrics.
"Now, now, Declan," Leon said with a sly grin.
"No need to get so worked up. These two are here officially and are participants in today's rank evaluation. But," he added with a twinkle of mischief in his rat eyes,
"I do appreciate your… concern."
Declan's smile faltered for just a heartbeat before a scowl took its place.
Declan's scowl deepened and his irritation was visible even through his sharp features.
His predatory gaze swept over Ethan's figure once again but like the previous time, Ethan returned the look with a calm and mocking smirk with his eyes filled with unshaken confidence.
Declan's voice dropped to a guttural growl.
"Seems that you are very lucky, little pretty prince. But don't worry, I won't leave you alone. I promise you that outside these walls, I will cut you into pieces and turn your remains into scraps."
The air grew heavier. The threat wasn't empty, and the malicious grin on Declan's face sent chills through the less experienced patrons.
His bloodlust seemed to roll through the room like a storm front.
Virelle's crimson gaze flared dangerously.
The sultry haze vanished from her eyes only to be replaced by an intensity that burned like molten steel.
