Chapter 207
Raum was getting a little anxious.
This question is an insult to it, a provocation against its authority.
But... it seems it has no choice but to answer.
If it denies it or avoids the topic, that cunning human will have an excuse to say that he wants to "drive away the foreign monster"...
"It's... it's me..." The demon's voice trailed off.
"What?" Chen Ce raised his voice, "Your voice just now made my ears ring... What did you say? I can't hear you."
"I said...yes..." Raum's voice rose slightly, but it was still very weak—completely out of place with that deep, hoarse, and terrifying voice. It was like a child deliberately imitating an adult's harsh tone.
"Huh? I can't hear you?"
"..."
"What did you say?"
"I said... yes--!!" Raum finally shouted.
This time, Chen Ce was knocked to the ground again.
But he wasn't bothered; instead, a slightly sly smile appeared on his face. "Huh? Impossible, right? I've always heard that the great Spying Demon is over three feet tall, haven't I? Besides, I did catch a glimpse of you when we first met... You are indeed very tall, aren't you?"
"None of your business...!" Raum roared.
"You're not lying to me, are you?"
"No...!"
"Then why is that? Something's clearly not right."
"Tsk... Yes... I've transformed... I've transformed...! Satisfied now?!"
The petite figure in the mist began to hop and skip, looking like an angry little rabbit.
Chen Ce couldn't help but chuckle again.
The demon Raum was furious. "Alright, now you know there are no strange monsters here? Then get out of here right now...!"
"Hmm... wait a minute." Chen Ce rubbed his chin, as if thinking. "Before I leave, I want to see what you look like."
"...?" Raum was stunned for a moment, then his anger intensified.
"Are you insane?! Or have you lost your memory?! I just told you what the third 'condition of the deal' was! How dare you?!"
"I didn't mean to spy on you!" Faced with Raum's angry rebuke, Chen Ce scratched his head in confusion. "I meant to look at you directly, not to spy on you with demonic power—looking directly isn't spying, right?"
"... You're playing word games!!"
"But it's in accordance with the rules, right?"
"Humans...!!"
"Raum, am I coming in?"
As Chen Ce spoke, he began to walk towards the petite figure in the mist.
Raum was almost laughing in anger at such words and actions—it had never seen such a shameless, cunning, and shameless human!
Its existence in Runeterra dates back to the ancient, primitive era... It has witnessed the rise and fall of the Shuriman Empire, the outbreak and end of the Rune Wars... It has seen all kinds of humans.
I've never seen anyone so shameless!
That's so despicable!
If it weren't for the fact that one's true form is difficult to change within this scroll... if this cunning human hadn't barged in so suddenly... if his strange movements hadn't disrupted my plans...
If not...!
In the crimson mist, the demon Raum looked down at his hands.
Small, soft... and red.
It also caught a glimpse of its own reflection through the hazy glow of the sunset.
He's only about 1.5 meters tall... and so thin that he's utterly intimidating...
Amber eyes don't look scary at all...
The tip of the demon's tail was still... one...
Heart... heart shape...
This appearance isn't scary at all!
How could one of the primordial demons be so utterly lacking in dignity!
It hated its small, delicate appearance.
Therefore, it always appears in the form of a transformed "giant demon".
But now...
"Stop right now...!"
A deep voice, disproportionate to his size, pierced through the fog, almost rupturing eardrums.
"I can give you one chance... stop it right now...!"
"Opportunity? What opportunity?" Chen Ce chuckled and continued forward, but his pace slowed considerably—he only moved forward a few steps symbolically.
"I can..." Raum's voice grew even hoarser, as if he were taking deep breaths as he spoke, "I can grant you demonic power again... I can forgive you for breaking the contract before..."
"Such a good thing?" Chen Ce stopped in his tracks, a smile still playing on his lips.
"This is a new contract... but only once...!"
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay."
"The new contract terms... [Without my permission, you may not enter the contract scroll space, nor may you 'see' or spy on my true form in any way. In exchange, I will re-grant you demonic power and retain the previous contract]..."
Raum deliberately emphasized the word "look"—it even sounded like he was gritting his teeth. He probably really wanted to cut, slice, and chop up the cunning human in front of him.
"Human, Chen Ce... are you willing to sign a contract with me...?"
"I do," Chen Ce smiled generously.
This smile made Raum even angrier.
But regardless, the new contract has been signed.
As the contract took effect, this [Contract Scroll Space] began to collapse—at least for Chen Ce.
He felt that dizzying sensation again... Countless ravens fluttered before his eyes and cried mournfully in his ears... He gradually drifted away from that unique space.
It's pretty much the same as before.
The similarities are self-evident, but the differences lie in...
Chen Ce felt as if he had been kicked hard at the last moment before leaving the space.
He instinctively turned his head to look, but only saw a smooth, rosy hue.
Like... the red skin of demons described in mythology...
That was a leg... the devil's leg...
But... it doesn't look rough or strong...
It's actually very smooth...
Slender, smooth...
Jailer!
Chen Ce returned to reality.
My eyes finally stopped hurting and bleeding.
Just to be on the safe side, he tried it out—the demonic power began to extend, and his closed left eye could glimpse some "other visions."
Then he saw a ball of pure white.
It occupied the entire field of vision.
Um...?
What has blinded me?
Chen Ce was a little confused.
Until...
His demonic power allowed him to glimpse Sona's inner thoughts:
Why do I suddenly feel like someone's watching me...? It's so strange...
Chapter 72 Hmph, not a single one of them can fight!
The first rays of sunlight had not yet appeared on the horizon, and the gray sky remained as blurry as a murky haze.
But Garen Crownguard already geared up and ready to begin today's practice—just like any other day.
The only slight difference is that today he is not going to the military camp for training, but to the Great City Palace.
Today he neither trains alone nor drills the soldiers of his Dauntless Vanguard.
Instead, she was to accompany His Highness the Prince during his training.
Jarvan IV, the current king's only son and the future heir to the throne—as the sole heir of the Lightshield Family, this vast Demacia will ultimately fall into his hands.
But clearly, he needs to undergo more training before that day arrives.
His king father would teach him the most practical and vivid political lessons, while the martial arts training would fall to the Crownguard family.
The Crown Guardians are the family of Light Shield, and the guardians are the royal bloodline.
Garen had no complaints about this—or rather, he felt honored.
"We are about to begin, Your Highness Jarvan."
The tall swordsman was not wearing iron armor, but only a rattan armor, knee pads, and wrist guards, yet he still looked exceptionally imposing. In his hand he held a wooden sword, the wear and tear on it proving that the sword had been through countless battles—just like its owner.
"Is today's training session still focused on sparring, alright?"
"Of course, Garen." The other young man opposite him was Jarvan IV —he was shorter than Garen and not as muscular, but his straight spine made him a force to be reckoned with.
Although he wore the same rattan armor as Garen, his innate noble bearing was immediately recognizable—royal blood, the air of a monarch. This was not something that could be changed by external means alone.
His weapon was a long spear—of course, the spearhead was also made of wood. He wielded it skillfully for a few moments, his movements so fluid that they drew admiring glances. His martial arts instructor was Xin Zhao, the Grand Seneschal of Demacia, King Jarvan III's personal bodyguard and friend, whose spearmanship was undoubtedly the best in all of Demacia.
With the best teachers guiding him from a young age, the best nutrition, and the best sparring partners, Jarvan IV's combat prowess was truly undeniable.
Of course, this is also inseparable from his own efforts - as the heir to the royal family, he has personally led the Demacia army into battle several times.
He's not the kind of flower that grows up in a greenhouse and needs to be pampered in everything.
"Come on, Garen."
Jarvan IV held the wooden spear in front of him, his restrained and unassuming demeanor completely unlike that of a young warrior—he had more of the air of a veteran.
Xin Zhao's style.
His teacher always taught him not to be hasty in anything.
A hidden glint of light is always more lethal than a drawn blade.
"Come on!" Garen charged forward, raising his wooden sword high. His muscular physique and extraordinary aura made him appear very intimidating.
His special skills are his brute strength and his sturdy build.
Jarvan IV's confidence would never be reflected in using his weaknesses to attack his strengths.
Unable to collide head-on with the greatsword, the spear bent downwards, using its length advantage to exert pressure on the opponent.
Garen couldn't get close for a while, but his massive physique wasn't just for show.
He seized the opportunity, sacrificing a stab wound to his shoulder to press the heavy sword against the spearhead, and then used his brute strength to grip the shaft with one hand, limiting its effectiveness.
Jarvan IV panicked for a moment, but he did not sit idly by and immediately changed his tactics to continue his counterattack.
The two fought fiercely and evenly in the spacious arena.