Chapter 283: Chapter 27 Passionate Hell

Yila looked at the increasingly bustling Demon City. He tugged at the bell hanging on the door, and with the crisp sound of “ding-a-ling~,” the big cat knew someone wanted to get off.

However, near the bone pillars around the city, many other people were also ready to get on the cat car, so the cat car was going to stop anyway.

“Phew…”

As Hilena let out a long breath, Yila immediately cast a concerned look at her. He proactively supported the still relatively steady Hilena and asked, “How are you feeling? Are you dizzy?”

“Huh?”

Startled by Yila’s sudden touch, Hilena made a puzzled sound. She looked around at the demons who smiled and said, “No… no, not at all… it’s not like we’re on a boat.”

It seemed Yila’s anticipated car sickness did not occur.

On the cat car, he had been ready at any moment to spread his wings and turn Hilena’s vomit to ash… but Hilena appeared quite at ease the entire journey.

So, it seemed Hilena only got seasick but not carsick… Yila did know a few people like that, who were unwilling to spend credit points on treatment.

That was a long time ago…

“That couple is so lovey-dovey~”

“Exactly, hee hee hee~”

“Their child is so big already; I’m truly envious.”

“That’s right~”

“…”

Among the gossiping demons, Yila, who looked like a teenager, let go of the blushing Hilena. He glanced at Satan Ye, who was grinning “hee hee hee,” but he had no idea why “this big kid” found it so amusing.

“These demons really love to gossip… don’t they have anything better to do?”

Hilena complained quietly, and the demons who heard stiffened. Clearly, they hadn’t expected Hilena and Yila to sense their whispering so sharply. They all turned their heads and whistled, pretending nothing had happened…

“…”

In the slight silence, Hilena, holding onto Yila and asking passing pedestrians for directions, curiously looked around like Satan Ye at the Gothic castles built from black bricks.

How to put it… it felt like returning to the Demon King City… but most residents here were well-dressed demons, though some wore distinctly different styles like them.

There were both different races and demons… mainly succubi.

Yila quickly got his answer and, on returning, pointed to a building on this street and said, “The Blood Pool Craftsman lives at number 115 on this street. Just go straight, and you’ll see it.”

“…”

After waiting for a while without receiving responses from Hilena and Satan Ye, Yila turned his head in confusion to look at the two silently following him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Actually, nothing had happened; things just felt a bit strange.

“Hell seems very… hospitable.”

Satan Ye said, looking puzzled. “I’ve always wondered why the demons here don’t ask us for our identity and interact so warmly with you, Mr. Yila?”

Indeed, this point puzzled Satan Ye. In her experience, no matter the country… when encountering strangers, whether asking for directions or a location, one would typically inquire about the person’s identity and purpose.

“Indeed, Hell is very hospitable.”

Yila nodded in response, looking at the street signs around him, and said, “But you could probably sense they are very powerful… much more terrifying than those on the Main Material Plane.”

This was indeed true. The outskirts of the town seemed normal, with common inferior demons roaming around, but in the city… you couldn’t swing a dead cat without hitting a powerful Flame Demon or Moon Demon.

Legends roamed free; the strong were as common as dogs.

“Perhaps their strength gives them confidence, or it might be some other reason… but I see no harm in their transparency toward us. After all, we certainly have no ill intentions, right?”

Yila said this, just as he always appeared to be a mild-mannered person. He ruffled Satan Ye’s hair, saying, “They trust us, and we indeed harbor no malice, just as you and the others in the Demon King Territory trust me.”

Satan Ye tilted her head, thinking over his words. After a moment, she felt that his logic made sense–in truth, the three of them bore no grudges, so the demons’ warmth wasn’t really a problem.

This seemed quite reasonable.

Hilena: “…”

Hilena opened her mouth but then closed it again, giving Yila, who was leisurely finding his way, a look of admiration. “I thought we would solve problems more violently… Lord Yila.”

Having this thought was normal, given the impression Yila always left on people… during the war, he was always extremely powerful.

So much so that “strong” had become Yila’s label itself.

Thinking back, Yila had stood out at the Pure White Tower by “killing, killing, killing,” helped the empire by “killing, killing, killing,” and even in the Demon King Territory…

He killed traitors.

He killed those who did not obey.

He saved Elf girls by killing.

He killed those who attacked him at the Silver Moon Tree Court.

He seized things by killing and shattered ambushes in the theocratic country head-on…

Just a bit of thought could explain why so many demon creatures feared Yila, even condensing all their fear of governors onto him… because Yila was truly outlandish.

Calling him a killing god wouldn’t be an exaggeration, so…

“I initially thought you’d make a direct assault on the Underground Demon King City and take back the city by force, then immediately head back, as you’ve always done… kill, kill, kill, kill, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy.”

Yila, not sure if Hilena was complimenting him, could only respond with a helpless smile, defending himself, “In truth, I’m a very civilized and reasonable person, Hilena.”

Hilena: Do you think I believe that?

Satan Ye: Exactly!

“…”

Seeing their clearly disbelieving eyes, Yila had no choice but to mess up their hair with each hand, sighing, “If possible, I’d prefer to use negotiation to resolve disputes…”

“Think about it; when I quell rebellious territories, I always give them a chance to repent, right?”

Yila offered this as an example; seeing their contemplative “there might be something to that” expressions, he nodded and added with a smile, “Of course… if those territories refuse the opportunity, there’s nothing to be done~”

Yila, with a light chuckle, showed a somewhat regretful expression and said–

“If they can’t communicate, they have no ‘value,’ so we’ll have to ‘wipe them out.’

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Satan Ye: So cool!

Hilena: I kind of get it now.