Chapter 91

Sitting in the private room, I felt like I was sitting on a pad of needles! Because Mephistopheles and Ciprins... were you two under some kind of super- Adhesion Spell? Are your limbs tangled together and can't be separated? I... I really feel like my heart is bleeding! Bleeding! It hurts so much!

A month ago, the person who was qualified to be inextricably linked with Ciprins was me! And me again!

And now...

I feel like I can't breathe... They're actually wearing wedding rings?!

The wedding ring was elegant... no, it was too plain, not nearly as nice as the one I had prepared! If it weren't for that accidental flower delivery last time, I would have proposed already, and things wouldn't have come to this.

And... and I've never seen Ciprins so proactive and eager before! You, you, you... where did your former pride and reserve go? You just open your collar like that and let Mephistopheles touch you? And you even said... it feels so good, you want the other side too?

Oh my god...

I... I can't help but fantasize, what if I were still the one sitting there, so tenderly entwined with Ciprins... and Ciprins could look at me with that... that infatuated, lingering expression... what if those words were spoken to me...

Oh my god, he's licking his lips... Ciprins's tongue looks so soft and red...

I stiffly turned to the other side, and there stood the knight and priest I had ignored... Why are you two hugging each other too?!

--I'd rather open the window, jump out, and die—that would be the end of it all!!!

... As we spent more time together, I began to realize that Mephistopheles was... he was deliberately showing off in front of me! Every time I turned pale because of their affectionate behavior, it would make Mephistopheles's mood soar. He looked like... well, like the little boy in the middle school next door who was in a relationship and wanted to announce to the whole world that he was dating... And Ciprins... Ciprins was very indulgent towards him. I could tell that sometimes he would just gently cooperate with Mephistopheles's antics without getting angry at all. He would even blush when kissed on the cheek or lips and would obediently return the kiss!

They hug and kiss at least ten times a day!

This relationship is so... immature! So immature... it makes me...

Envy.

I am incredibly jealous.

How I wish that Ciprins's soft, warm kiss had landed on my face.

This longing has never been so intense.

When Ciprins entered the mine, he seemed to have claustrophobia; his pale face made my heart clench. I desperately wanted to pull him into my arms and take him away from this uncomfortable tunnel, but... I saw Mephistopheles rush over and hug him, tenderly kissing his forehead and constantly comforting him. At that moment, I realized I really wanted to kick him away and rush up to him myself...

I've finally stopped having those unrealistic fantasies that started in my adolescence—I no longer feel any thrill for Mephistopheles, because... because I'm now filled with jealousy towards him!

Luckily, I couldn't beat him, otherwise I might have actually attacked him. I suspect that would have made me act childishly and impulsively like a spoiled brat.

... I don't know if I still have a chance to win Ciprins back. He's more suitable for me. Yes, I think he's more suitable for me because although I'm the Speaker of the Magic Council, I'm also of commoner origin, unlike Mephistopheles. The magic community speculates that he must be the last disciple of a legendary archmage, and is highly favored. His lineage has not been announced, but scholars generally believe that it is Archmage Yamier, the legendary mage who once defeated eighteen dragons single-handedly.

Therefore, Mephistopheles and Ciprins come from vastly different backgrounds, while we would be a perfect match. I rose from commoner to speaker through my own efforts, and in a few years, with my help, Ciprins will also rise from commoner to director of the research institute. Right now, he's just an ordinary junior mage, and being with the legendary archmage Mephistopheles will inevitably subject him to pressure from all sides. He shouldn't bear those burdens; he just needs to happily play in my lab. I can shoulder the responsibility of the entire family, and I have the ability to protect him from the media or anyone else...

What a load of rubbish!

I feel like I'm dreaming!

--The terrifying monsters pounced on us, Mephistopheles ordered us to retreat. But I could tell he wasn't exactly relaxed either, because he started using his own blood as a spellcasting material. This was my chance to shine. I tried my best to appear braver and more fearless in front of Ciprins. Although I was genuinely scared, I wouldn't back down, because I was the Speaker of the Federation, and it was my duty to keep these monsters out of the sight of the Federation's people.

But suddenly, the little mage Ciprins, whom I had always seen, pushed us aside and stepped forward. He raised his hand, his slender fingers pointing at the burly, ugly monsters, but I saw a glimmer of light in Ciprins' eyes that I had never seen before.

Even though I knew he could Flight Spell, I didn't think he was any better than me... But suddenly, I realized my face hurt terribly, like a hundred demons had gnawed at it, and it was bloody, because...

Someone tell me, why, in the blink of an eye, my poor, weak boyfriend of five years has suddenly become...

The strongest dark mage at the time, "Flame of Fury"???

I???

The evil spirits emitted terrifying, chilling howls around Ciprins, while he himself remained quiet and gentle, except that his gray-blue eyes had turned bright silver—a sign of a high level of mental concentration in a great mage; the stronger the silver light, the stronger his mental power. And the light in Ciprins' eyes... had even obscured his pupils!

I saw him tilt his head, wave his hand, and with a snap... a thorn summoned from Nothingness severed the skull's head. Ciprins, however, casually remarked, "Don't cut the armor, kill the living! Cut the flesh!"

Then, very calmly, in a tone as calm as if he were telling me every day, "Don't drink too much," he commanded the dead, "Kill them all."

His hand swept across the entire area with a casual touch, and then... then his evil spirits slaughtered the Electronic Demon, Hellfire raged around him, and obediently followed all his commands, as easily as picking up a glass of water to drink tea.

I...

My vision went black for a moment, and I suddenly remembered that description I'd seen on social media before—

"@The most upright writer in Jinjiang: Oh ho! Turn into a skeleton, why even ask? Skeletons are great, fair and tender bones, lots of holes in their bodies. Catch a few orcs or something, and you can fill every hole with [beep] [beep], and have their souls watching. They've had so much free sex over the years, can't let it get messed up, right? Give them back all the [beep] they had before!"

I glanced again at the skeleton with its neck broken, yet still diligently carrying out its orders—and I felt I saw the end of my own life.

I deceived the feelings of "Flame of Fury," the most powerful dark mage of our time.

I think he's weak, easy to control, obedient, and well-behaved.

I treated him as a substitute lover.

I thought his magic was terrible.

I think he has a good temper.

I'm an idiot.

Chapter 91

So, with a furrowed brow, I led the large group of dead people back outside and seized the still-wandering demon.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh--" The devil's red eyes stared like two big glass balls, protruding outward, and it felt like they would explode if pushed.

And I felt like its red eyes turned green when it saw me...

This demon was incredibly naive. Not only did it scream at the sight of me, but it also confessed its entire scheme. "Impossible! Why weren't you torn to pieces by the banshee? Oh! No! This is impossible!"

The devil screamed exaggeratedly, and that "oh" was so convoluted and difficult to understand that I wondered if it had secretly gone to the music department to eavesdrop on the bards' classes? Its tone and manner were just like a newcomer on an over-the-top stage play, and its performance was so exaggerated that I couldn't help but burst into laughter.