The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 144: Father’s Killer and Benefactor

After all, even though Lynn had chatted with Ilya "online" several times, meeting in reality for the first time... er, this was their first real-life meeting.

Lynn could understand the eagerness of the seven demon king sisters at the moment, but he couldn’t comprehend why she was so anxious.

Right now, the most important thing should be to powerfully suppress the influential demon race strongholds, shouldn’t it? Having a little demon heir at this time seems a bit late, doesn’t it?

"Don’t be like this, it’s our first meeting after all."

Lynn feebly tried to push away the overbearing Proud Demon King Ilya. In his ten-plus years of dealing with the demon race, she was probably the toughest opponent he had faced.

After all, she’s a 1.95-meter tall big sister, so tall and strong. It makes sense that I can’t fight back, right...

"Is the Demon Emperor planning to wear this human race outfit to meet the demons? Don’t move, I’ll change your clothes and put on some makeup for you."

Ilya continued fussing over Lynn without explanation, but as soon as she explained it, Lynn, who was about to lie down, suddenly felt energized.

It turns out it wasn’t something inappropriate toward me, then it’s not interesting.

Lynn quickly reached out to grab the big hand of Ilya that was on him. Well, it really was a big hand, almost the same size as his hand.

With her physique, she naturally couldn’t have the slender jade-like hands of a human race beauty, but that’s not entirely true because even though Ilya’s hands aren’t slender, they’re still quite jade-like.

At least they’re very smooth and fair, clearly belonging to a noble young lady who hasn’t done any hard work.

"Hand over the clothes, I’ll change myself."

Lynn steadied his breath and spoke to Ilya with an authoritative tone.

As the owner of the Proud Palace and the Proud Demon Kingdom’s demonic king, the head of the new-generation seven great demon kings, Ilya had never obeyed anyone else’s orders, including her father and the Lord of the Demon Realm, the Demon Dragon Emperor.

But when Lynn opened his mouth, Ilya instinctively wanted to hand over the imperial robe until she actually took out the robe and held it in her hand, at which point she woke up.

"Please quickly change, Demon Emperor. I’ll be waiting at the dressing table."

Ilya didn’t obediently hand the clothes directly to Lynn but placed them on a nearby table instead. She knew Lynn probably had no ill intentions, but her pride made her do what she knew was wrong anyway.

She was already trying hard to act like a normal demon, not using her usual royal self-reference, nor addressing Lynn with terms like "you lot." Clearly, she had changed a lot.

"Just like your old deadbeat dad."

Lynn chuckled and shook his head. Pride is indeed pride, stubbornly so. If it’s something she wants to do, she’ll serve him like a maid, but if it’s an order from others, she wouldn’t even pass a piece of clothing.

"No, I am prouder than him. He actually put aside his pride and acknowledged the Demon Dragon Emperor as the supreme being of the Demon Realm, but I always believed I am the future of the Demon Realm, I am the Demon Realm Emperor!"

Upon hearing Lynn’s casual words, Ilya immediately frowned and retorted. She and her deceased father were absolutely different. His pride wasn’t absolute, and he wasn’t worthy of being compared to her.

"But he was a lot stronger than you. Although he wasn’t much worth mentioning in front of me either, at least he was an opponent for a time. But you... To tell you something you might not want to hear, I could kill you with one hand."

While Lynn was changing into the richly demon-styled blood-red imperial robe, he casually chatted with Ilya.

He tried to see some unwillingness or anger in her eyes, but whether her ability to hide her emotions was too strong or she truly didn’t care, Lynn saw nothing.

"The Demon Emperor’s strength is beyond doubt, even His Majesty the Demon Dragon Emperor isn’t a match for you, but I’m just somewhat weaker now. In the future, I can naturally ascend the throne without depending on you and become the new emperor."

After all, Ilya was still the Proud Demon King. Her confidence seemed to reach an extent of conceit. Not to mention whether she could ascend the throne in the future, just breaching the 900-level demigod gap separating mortals from deities wasn’t something that could be casually done.

The previous Miracle game was wildly popular, with billions of players worldwide, but those over level 900 were rare. And that was even with gamification, where leveling had a clear experience bar.

To this day, Ilya is only level 750. It’s uncertain how old she truly is, but if she had already lived a third of her lifespan, she wouldn’t have much prospects left.

"Hope your talent matches your ambition."

Lynn said nonchalantly.

"Of course! You know, the Abyss Demon King can live for three thousand years, and I’m only 350 years old this year."

Ilya responded proudly. Having achieved a level of 750 at her age ranked her in the top seven in the history of the entire lower realm of the Demon Realm...

Damn! If it weren’t for all six of her sisters also having transformed to level 750, she would be the top demon in history! She would be an invincible presence surpassing her father and all previous emperors!

"That’s indeed quite impressive, thumbs up for you."

Lynn said, giving Ilya a thumbs up, acknowledging her talent and strength, but only acknowledging it.

After all, while a 3000-year lifespan, 350-year-old 750-level Abyss Demon King is formidable, compared to him – with a lifespan minimum of 1000 years, who knows the upper limit, and who is just 27-year-old Human Race Saint Emperor – it’s still slightly inferior.

"The Demon Emperor sure knows how to mock a demon. Even though I’m Ilya Murphy and hold myself in high regard, when it comes to talent and strength, I don’t deserve your compliment. Perhaps in another three hundred years, I’d qualify to show off my strength in front of you, chest held high."

Ilya looked at Lynn, whose aura hadn’t changed in the slightest even after donning the demon imperial robe, sighed silently, and simultaneously responded to his phony praise.

"We’re partners, you know. I didn’t mean to mock you. Okay, as an apology for my insincere tone, I’ll give you this."

Lynn had complimented her casually, not very sincerely, yet there was at least three parts acknowledgment. However, it seemed a proud demon can’t bear such a tone and might interpret it as sarcasm, so that wasn’t surprising.

Hence, knowing his thumbs-up hadn’t lit up any little red heart, Lynn actively apologized, specifically pulling out a plaque with her name engraved on it as compensation.

"This is... the Demon King Order!"

Upon seeing the item Lynn casually handed over and feeling her entire body and soul’s yearning for it, Ilya had never accepted gifts from a male demon before, but this time she couldn’t avoid breaking precedent.

"The Proud Demon King Order, straight from the source."

Seeing that Ilya was so preoccupied with surprise that she didn’t reach out, Lynn moved the token slightly forward and directly pressed it against her chest.

"It’s really you! You’re my avenger who ’killed my father’."

Ilya, somewhat in a daze, took the Demon King Order from Lynn’s hand, murmuring.