Orsea, you were the real devil here!
Dimon grumbled inwardly.
He ate people too, but he devoured them. He did not eat them with his mouth.
Orsea flashed a radiant smile.
"Just kidding, Lord Dimon. You didn't really think I wanted to eat people, did you?"
"Seriously, these two Celestial Dragons have already been given to me, right? You won't object no matter how I deal with them, will you?"
She seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood. Dimon rarely saw her smile so genuinely.
"Do whatever you want."
Dimon reached out and took Orsea's hand. Demon Power left a complex mark on the back of it.
"What is this?"
"A key. You can use it to enter and leave this castle whenever you wish."
Orsea lowered her head to examine the mark and chuckled softly. "I understand. Thank you, Lord Dimon. I'm very happy with this gift~"
"As long as you like it."
Dimon snapped his fingers, opening a door leading back to reality.
Just as he was about to leave, Orsea grabbed his hand from behind. She wore a smile, seeming shy yet remarkably bold.
"Lord Dimon, the books always write about what happens afterward."
"Hmm?"
Dimon turned around and looked at the princess of a fallen kingdom in confusion.
"Isn't that how adventure novels usually go?" Orsea blinked. "The prince gives a gift to the princess he loves, and with the seven little people as witnesses and offering their blessings, the two of them then do this and that."
What was this and that supposed to mean?
Dimon wondered whether this world had a story about Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs too.
He reached out and touched Orsea's forehead.
"You don't have a fever either. Is it mating season?"
"Lord Dimon!" Orsea's eyes widened, and