The War Against the Kingdom of Seraphitaine "Should we try persuading Maternal Grandfather again?" Xuemya watched Velin's eyes and suggested.
"I feel like even Mother can't persuade him, so there's even less need to mention me, a grandson separated by another layer of status," Velin replied with a trace of helplessness on his face.
Xuemya softened her movements a little and murmured, "Seems that way."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. How about we try that illusion from last time?" Velin sat up, watched the pensive Xuemya, and said.
Coming back to herself, Xuemya looked up at Velin and said with a smile, "Then what role do you want to play this time?"
"I think being the hero sounds pretty good." Velin rubbed his chin and answered.
"Then I'll be the Demon king."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xuemya raised her hand and began weaving the illusion.
Last time, she had been the hero and Velin had been the Demon king. He had seized an absolute advantage right from the start, capturing her before she had even left the beginner village, completely ignoring the rules.
If she was going to be the Demon king this time, then of course she would do the same.
The "humiliation" she had suffered last time would be repaid with interest this time.
Sensing that something was off about Xuemya's gaze, Velin immediately felt a little regret and said, "I think..."
Before he could finish speaking, Velin's consciousness felt a tugging sensation, and he instinctively prepared to resist.
"You're not going back on your word, are you?"
Meeting Xuemya's somewhat melancholy eyes, Velin could only give up resisting and let the illusion pull his consciousness inside.
Watching her fallen husband, Xuemya first set up a magic barrier, then extinguished the Magic Lamp light. Only