Chapter 242: Iyeta, You Wouldn’t Betray Me, Right? (2)
Diabolique was rather fond of Heloise.
She was beautiful, with a voluptuous figure and considerable strength. Most importantly, she was obedient, always completing his tasks efficiently and without complaint.
She would make a fine consort after he became Demon King.
After all, she had been by his side since childhood. Although he mostly treated her as a useful tool, he couldn’t deny a certain… affection… for her.
The only thing that bothered him was that she had been… defiled… by that damned Hero before he could claim her.
And now, she was likely dead, consumed by the lava, which saddened him slightly. But the image of her in Qin Chu’s arms quickly extinguished that sadness.
He was more worried about Iyeta now.
Iyeta was the most beautiful of the Blood Elves, destined to be his consort after he became Demon King.
As the Demon King, he wanted hundreds of beautiful consorts. It was a matter of prestige.
The higher the rank of a Demon Beast, the closer its appearance to a human, and the closer its aesthetic preferences to human standards. In Diabolique’s eyes, Iyeta and Heloise were the perfect choices.
Succubi, although also beautiful, were inherently lustful and prone to infidelity.
Although most Demon Beasts didn’t care about such things, Diabolique was different. He was possessive. What was his was his, and he wouldn’t tolerate being cuckolded.
Even the mere sight of Heloise in Qin Chu’s arms had enraged him.
Of course, as the Demon King, sometimes he had to make compromises, marrying those hairy, muscular females for political reasons, to maintain the balance of power between the various Demon Beast races.
This was the burden of a king.
Blood Elves were also a powerful race among Demon Beasts.
And they were incredibly selfish… well, most Demon Beasts were, but the Blood Elves were especially so.
Diabolique was worried about Iyeta’s loyalty now that he had lost the control ring.
If both his future consorts abandoned him, it would be a great humiliation.
Diabolique’s current state frightened Iyeta.
His face was twisted in a terrifying grimace, his eyes bloodshot.
And his claws dug painfully into her shoulders.
She winced, instinctively trying to pull away.
This only enraged him further. In his eyes, it was a sign of her wanting to leave him.
His heart pounded, his eyes burning with rage. He stepped closer, his voice menacing, “Iyeta, tell me, you wouldn’t betray me, would you?”
Iyeta’s throat twitched. His terrifying appearance made her want to flee.
But she knew that she couldn’t. He might kill her in his rage.
She took a deep breath, forcing a seductive smile on her face, enduring the pain in her shoulders, and said softly, “Your Highness, what are you talking about? I would never betray you.”
Her words slightly reassured him.
He also knew that Iyeta couldn’t betray him.
The entire Blood Elf race was under his control. She was just a bargaining chip offered by them.
If she betrayed him, not only he, but even her own race wouldn’t let her go. Besides, where could she go?
To the humans?
Impossible. They wouldn’t accept a Demon Beast.
To another prince?
Everyone knew she was his fiancée. Anyone who dared to take her in would be directly challenging him, and they would have to consider whether they could withstand his wrath.
So, Iyeta had nowhere to go.
And all Diabolique wanted was her assurance.
A smile finally appeared on his face, and he released her shoulders.
Iyeta’s beautiful face was still pale, but she was smart. She didn’t turn to leave immediately. Instead, she adjusted her expression, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks, then she knelt on one knee:
“My esteemed First Prince,” she said, her voice filled with feigned devotion, “please don’t worry. With or without the ring, my loyalty to you will never waver.”
“I am yours in life and in death.”
“Sister Heloise is gone. I will serve you even more diligently, and be your most loyal and capable subordinate.”
She quickly pledged her allegiance.
A slight smile appeared on Diabolique’s ugly face. He was satisfied with her reaction and even helped her up.
Looking at her beautiful face up close, a powerful urge surged within him.
Her fair, delicate skin, her soft lips, her crimson, gem-like eyes…
He hadn’t noticed before how beautiful she was.
He often felt these urges.
But because of his cultivation, he suppressed them, not wanting to be distracted by lust.
But now, perhaps because Heloise was dead… such a beautiful girl, gone before he could even… It was a pity.
Seeing Iyeta now, his desire intensified, almost beyond his control.
His breathing quickened, and he stepped closer, as if to kiss her.
Looking at his approaching, ugly face, Iyeta felt a wave of nausea.
If Heloise still had some feelings for Diabolique, then Iyeta felt nothing at all.
She was just a bargaining chip offered by her race, bound to him by the ring.
And Iyeta was a bit of a… visual person.
Although the First Prince was powerful and held a high status, his face was simply too ugly. Even an average-looking man would be more handsome than him.
His Charm stat was probably only one or two points…
As his lips got closer and closer, she suddenly felt a tickling sensation in her ear.
She frowned, and the next second, a slender finger stopped his advance.
Diabolique looked at her, puzzled, not understanding why she was rejecting him.
“Your Highness,” Iyeta said softly, “wouldn’t this hinder your cultivation?” Then she glanced at their surroundings.
Many Demon Beasts were busy setting up traps.
Diabolique immediately understood. She was shy.
How cute.
But she was right. He had almost been distracted by his impulse. This was unacceptable.
“Your Highness, you’re a bit agitated now. I think you should calm down first.”
“I’ll go help set up the traps. If the Hero isn’t dead, we can definitely kill him when he appears. By then, your prestige will be unmatched among the Demon Beasts,” Iyeta said seductively.
Diabolique was pleased with her response. Iyeta bowed and turned to leave.
After walking some distance, she patted her chest, relieved.
Ugh, disgusting!
Then she pressed her finger to her ear.
She had just received a message through Information Magic.
She didn’t know who sent it, but she instinctively felt that she couldn’t answer it in front of Diabolique. If the message contained something… unfavorable… she would be in danger.
This was the instinct of a Blood Elf.
An incredibly selfish race, almost everyone was an enemy, scheming and plotting against each other. Those who weren’t cunning enough couldn’t survive.
She activated the spell.
A voice immediately entered her ear:
“Hey, Iyeta, how are you?”
Iyeta frowned. The voice sounded familiar.
A few seconds later, her eyes widened. She remembered. It was the Hero’s voice.
So, he was still alive.
She glanced at the Demon Beasts setting up traps around them, a smile playing on her lips. Even if he was alive, death awaited him.
“What do you want?” she asked coldly, her voice filled with disdain.
“I want you to tell me if Diabolique is still near the collapsed Flame Mountain, if he has called for reinforcements, and if he’s setting up traps to kill me.”
Iyeta was shocked.
This Hero was truly terrifying.
He had deduced everything as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
But then she sneered inwardly, “You don’t know who I am, do you? Why would I tell you… Hmm…”
She wanted to refuse, but… the words caught in her throat, a powerful compulsion overriding her will.
Her body seemed to be moving on its own, wanting to tell him everything.
This strange sensation made Iyeta feel a sense of dread, her face turning pale.
“By the way,” Qin Chu’s voice came from the other end, “I forgot to tell you…”
“I’m wearing the ring that controls you.”
“Now, I’m your new master!”
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