Chapter 163: Chapter 32 The Clown’s Domain

“To reiterate, Yila was a typical War Mage during his time at the Pure White Tower. Many of his mentors were War Mages, and he eventually reached a point where he could almost create his own school of magic. This was how his learning trajectory developed.”

“In other words, he mastered many combat techniques… and combat here doesn’t just mean killing enemies on the battlefield or choosing the most efficient spells during a fight.”

“It also included techniques for skirmishes and assassination.”

“First of all, I’ve never liked sitting on something as thick as a face (referring to skin). Perhaps a Crimson Dragon like Satan Ye would be more accustomed to that. From my perspective, with such a flexible brain (a pun), sitting on it wouldn’t be comfortable. So, to use it peacefully, it’s better to chop it off.”

*On the surface, it seemed like a normal statement, but if you thought about it carefully, there were some amusing puns hidden within–*

*”first” (similar to the sound of “fi”), “a” (also “wing”), “various” (sounds like “pillar”), “Crimson Dragon” (is a Crimson Dragon), “Yila” (sounds like “one wing”), and “chop” (similar to “unfold”). Combined, this was the trigger for Yila to activate his Governor abilities.*

*In reality, the conditions for the trigger were this loose. If you thought of the ability linked to the trigger while chanting and sneezed during the chant, as long as your mind didn’t become chaotic, as long as you continued the chant and completed it, you could still pull the trigger successfully.*

*The success of these techniques was only compromised if the mage using them spoke extremely unnaturally or didn’t think about what they truly wanted to say when mentioning the corresponding puns.*

“Although it was theoretically simple, techniques like “Hidden Chanting” and “Quick Chanting” were seldom mastered by Yila’s peers. Only Yila used them with such proficiency and ease.”

*Even later, when Yila became the Governor, he used these techniques less often, but he still retained his skillfulness.*

“So, what are your thoughts?”

Yila said coldly, holding a scythe awkwardly in one hand and asking the sweating half-demon leader, surrounded by half-demon guards with weapons pointed at him.

On Yila’s side, his commanders pointed their weapons or gathered mana at the half-demon guards, ready for a confrontation.

At this moment, all the doors, windows, and even skylights were sealed with burning flames by Yila… Through the crimson firelight, many cautious guards could be seen warily eyeing the heat.

*Undoubtedly, Yila had long sensed the presence of other guards hidden in the shadows.*

“…..”

*”What’s the point of this stalemate?”*

Yila remarked casually, twisting his neck unconcernedly even with the sharp blade next to his face. He maintained the scythe at the half-demon leader’s neck, letting the scorching heat spread further.

“Shh!”

“Shhhh!”

“…..”

In an instant, the steel and metal weapons turned red hot, the parts in contact with the half-demon guards’ hands making a roasting sound.

“Ahhh!!”

“Ahhh, my hand!!”

“…..”

“Clang~”

Yila watched indifferently as the screaming half-demons dropped their weapons. He looked back at the half-demon lord, seeing Hilena and her comrades aiming their weapons at the half-demon leader.

In that instant, the situation reversed… or rather, there was never a moment when the half-demon leader had control.

“Pfft~”

Satan Ye couldn’t help but laugh, noticing the sudden change in the half-demon leader’s expression. She chuckled, “Pwahahaha! What a funny face…”

*This showed Satan Ye’s growth.*

*No, it was hard to call it growth, but clearly, she had changed. The former Satan Ye might have looked to Yila, but now she boldly laughed… Yes, she had become arrogant.*

*Even in such a seemingly serious situation, she could truly find amusement and laugh heartily… She seemed to be getting closer to her father, which wasn’t a bad thing.*

“Hahahahahahaha…”

Yila laughed too, dispersing the scythe into basic mana particles. He looked at the half-demon leader’s liver-colored face, covered his own face, and laughed loudly, “Hahaha, hahaha!!”

“Hahaha!!”

Satan Ye couldn’t stop laughing either, clutching her stomach, “Hahaha, it hurts to laugh, but… after suddenly being put in your place, your expression is so funny, haha…”

“…..”

“…..”

In the next instant, Satan Ye and Yila suddenly stopped laughing in sync, their faces turning serious as they scrutinized the sweating half-demon leader.

*The oppressive atmosphere exploded… If not for Satan Ye’s adorableness, the pressure from Yila alone would have been immense.*

“Bring out the real Somjet, or I’ll clean this hall thoroughly.”

Yila said, looking down at the half-demon “leader” with an authoritative air, surprising everyone around them, “I believe there are other half-demons opposing you. There won’t be a shortage of people for this position.”

“Huh?”

Satan Ye voiced her confusion, seeming puzzled by Yila’s words. But she quickly became serious, posing, “How laughable! Did you think you could fool us?”

*Everyone thought: We were fooled.*

Everyone muttered internally, following Yila’s gaze to a bookshelf… Under the watchful eyes of the Demon King’s followers, the bookshelf moved aside with the sound of mechanisms, revealing a hidden compartment.

Inside sat a half-demon resembling the fake leader outside by 80%. He still held a book… It looked like this was the real Somjet, the half-demon leader.

“Interesting, truly impressive, Yila,”

Somjet said, standing up and slowly walking out from behind the bookshelf. He clapped and smiled, asking, “But how did you discov–”

But before he could finish, Yila flew up and kicked him.

“Boom!”

With a heavy thud, Yila’s crimson-glowing kick firmly hit the real half-demon leader’s legs–

“Crack!”

“Thud…”

With a crisp sound of bones breaking, the real half-demon leader’s legs twisted into a bizarre shape, making him kneel abruptly in front of Satan Ye.

“Since you’re a ridiculous clown,”

Yila, helping Satan Ye vent, said with a light smile, ruffling her hair, “then strive to crawl on the ground and amuse Lady Satan Ye~”

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