620. Silky Betrayal

Looking at the hand extended by the figure in formal dress, Yellow Book did not hesitate in the slightest.

[My loyalty to Boss is eternal, witnessed by the sun and moon!]

[A little Demon King who popped out of nowhere thinks he can sow discord?]

[I! The noble Holy Scripture! Even if my pages are torn to shreds and my words are ground away, I will never submit!]

Immediately afterward, it issued an irresistible command to Count Bona—attack!

Water Flow Binding!

The Demon King casually took control of Bona, a hint of confusion entering his voice. "What are you doing, Ah Huang?"

[Hm?]

Yellow Book seemed to freeze. The indignant writing on its pages slowly faded, and it activated its own ability, sensing the emotions drifting around it again.

Nothing!

There was none of that malice it had almost grown used to, that omnipresent malice like background noise!

That meant the guy before it was not Boss—

[It really is Lord Demon King?]

The Demon King did not answer directly. Instead, he bent down and, with a hand clad in a velvet glove, gently lifted the book from Bona's powerless grasp.

He walked to a high-backed armchair by the fireplace, sat down casually, and laid Yellow Book flat across his knees.

A trace of sympathy entered his voice. "It seems you've had quite a hard time."

[Lord Demon King!!!]

The writing on the pages suddenly grew larger, every stroke soaked with endless grievance.

[Why didn't you wake up sooner!]

[You have no idea what kind of life this little one has been living these past two years!]

[Look! Please look! This little one's pages—there are only a dozen or so left! And more than half of them were only secretly replenished this month!]

[This little one missed you, My Lord!