The Regressed Demon Lord is Kind - Chapter 134
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Chapter 134

Chapter 134

In this type of situation, Evelyn would have normally joked around for a bit until she changed the topic to her fianc in consideration of Lyla. Of course, it wasnt only for Lylas sake since she really wanted to boast about him too. It seemed like todays conversation would also carry on this way until Lyla, who usually listened to Evelyn without saying anything, opened her mouth.

Lady Evelyn.

Yes?

Even after calling Evelyns name, Lyla didnt say anything.

When she saw that, Evelyn seemed to have misunderstood something, and her eyes widened. Did something happen between you and Zich?

No, thats not it.

Is that so? At Lylas firm denial, Evelyn was disappointed. Then, what is it?

About your fiancAlbus Windpool

Is there something you want to ask about my dear fianc? Even her voice indicated the affection Evelyn had for him.

From the conversation she had with Evelyn in recent days, Lyla knew how much Evelyn loved Albus. Unlike Zich who still couldnt accept the stark difference between Marquess Evelyn Rouge and Succubus Evelyn Rouge, Lyla was now more used to this current Evelyn. It was because she had grown closer to Evelyn after meeting her continuously for the past few days and she hadnt experienced what Evelyn used to be firsthand like Zich. So, this entire situation was painful for Lyla.

Zich said that Albus was the cause of her corruption.

She heard this from Zich: Albus joined hands with those robed figures to scheme against Evelyn. Since Evelyn loved him as much as she did, everything went according to his plan. Unaware of Albus schemes, Evelyn swam in happiness and love.

Lyla finally managed to ask, Did you say that he was a good person?

Yes, certainly. Im not just saying it because he is my fianc. He is someone who is very good to me.

It must have taken an incredible amount of effort to make Evelyn, who had difficulty with men, fall so hard for him.

If he really loved her or if his betrayal was for some political reason, it would have been much better

What would you do if things didnt end well between you two? Lyla knew she was asking a very rude question, and she grew nervous.

It could even make the ever-so-kind Evelyn (although Zich would be shocked to hear those words together) angry. Yet surprisingly, Evelyn didnt grow angry. She gazed softly at Lyla and sipped a bit of her tea.

Ms. Lyla, your emotions are somewhat awkward.

Im sorry. You dont have to answer if you dont want to

No, its fine. Im happy youre finally able to express your interest in love. As if she really felt this way, Evelyn smiled widely, but she soon turned serious and continued, I will probably be really hurt and sad, but I wont regret falling in love. Loving someone with all you have is a beautiful thing in itself.

Evelyn nodded and placed her hand over the back of Lylas hands. Its fine if its Sir Zich or anybody else. Try loving somebody, Ms. Lyla.

As Evelyn smiled up at her, Lyla had an indescribable expression on her face.

* * *

On the day Zich returned to his lodging, he planned to infiltrate the Rouge mansion. Lyla appeared to be a bit strange when she returned with him, but she didnt look like she wanted to talk. Advice and interference were two sides of the same coin, and looking at Lylas current state, it seemed he would do the latter if he asked her to talk.

Zich could no longer use the artifact that Lyla made for him because he had used up all of its chances on the day he infiltrated the Windpool mansion. However, the difficulty level of this intrusion was much lower this time since there was no need for him to thoroughly search the mansion.

Swish.

Zich carefully opened the door and snuck into Evelyns room. He saw Evelyn sleeping on the bed, and her rhythmic breathing indicated that she was deep asleep. Zich immediately headed towards the mirror stand and took out the biggest drawer. There was another space inside it.

I should take out the makeup stuff first.

Zich took out a piece of paper and a pen from his magic box. Then, he began drawing the items inside the drawer, including their rough distance, their direction, the way they were placed, and so on. He planned to put back the items exactly like he had drawn them later. After he finished drawing, Zich took the items out.

How should I open this?

He had to figure out its system and see if there were multiple compartments or if there was a more specialized function. Zich poured out mana throughout the drawer.

It doesnt have a mechanical installation.

Zich swiped his hand over the bottom of the drawer. The bottom was tightly fixed, and he tried reaching for the back.

Its here.

There was something that resembled a handle. He slowly pulled it.

Slide.

The bottom of the drawer slowly moved away and revealed a new space. Inside the space, there was a book with an antique-looking cover. Zich lifted the book up.

Is this the evidence?

He flipped the book open. The handwriting that filled the pages was pretty, but the content of the pages couldnt have been farther from pretty.

Its a diary.

It appeared to be Evelyns diary. Some would think that it was cute to store her diary in the drawers hidden compartment, but this wasnt anything like that. Zich flipped through the pages and smirked.

What kind of diary has the future already written in it?

Did Evelyn know about the future like him and Lyla?

No, thats not it.

Then, there was no way she didnt know Zich before. And most of all, a succubus like her who loved men wouldnt live so peacefully as she did now. Zich closed the book and looked at the sleeping Evelyn. There could be other evidence in the room, but this book was all he needed to assess the situation.

So

Zich placed his attention back on the book.

They are planning to blame her for the assassination of the Crown Prince.

Along with chilling words that cursed the country, Evelyns plan to murder the Crown Prince was clearly laid out in her diary.

* * *

When Zich came back to his room, Lyla was waiting for him.

Zich asked, Did something happen?

Did you find it? Without any explanation, she asked a direct question. However, it was not hard to understand what Lyla was asking about.

Yep.

What is it?

It seems like they are going to frame Evelyn for the assassination of the Crown Prince.

Lylas expression became stiff. Zich moved towards a chair and plopped down on it.

How are they going to frame her?

I havent figured that out yet.

Lyla sat in front of Zich. What are you going to do from now on?

I have to think about it. Zich drank a cup of water from the table next to him. Then, he turned his attention towards Lyla who was staring at him. Do you have something to say to me?

What if we just assassinate Albus Windpool right now?

Why?

We dont have to go the long way. Its going to take more time too.

Zich stared intensely into Lylas eyes. Lyla felt as if he was searching through her memories, so she looked away.

Youve grown attached.

Shes a kind person. Lyla continued, Shes so nice that I wonder if shes the same Succubus as the one in our memories.

Joachim was also the same. He was not confrontational to the extent that he was seriously contemplating about leaving the family for his brother who hated his guts.

How the heck did those kind people become such infamous villains?

Well, they may have changed dramatically because they are like that. The easiest color to dye black is white after all. Also, you might laugh at me, but I was the same. No matter how cold my family was, I used to be a person who longed for his fathers love.

Zich moved his back away from the chair. He put his right arm on the armrest and crookedly sat on the chair. Then he replied, To answer your question with one word, the answer is no.

Lyla was quiet for a while and then said, If we kill Albus, we can prevent the conspiracy. Even though Evelyn would be filled with sadness at the death of her fianc, she wont be framed, and she wont become Succubus.

Theyre still those robed guys. Even if Albus disappears, I dont think those guys will give up. On the other hand, they might hurt Evelyn while trying to find the variable. If we want to prevent that, we might have to guard Evelyn until she naturally dies. Are you able to do that?

Lyla was not able to reply.

We have to at least kill those robed guys. If we want to do that, we have to wait until they approach Evelyn.

Then are you saying that were just going to wait and see?

Yep.

Are you confident that you will be able to save her?

Of course, Zich nonchalantly replied. He spoke as if there was no possibility of failure. Moreover, Im also very confident in my ability to torture that guy, Albus Windpool.

Then Zich smiled. There was something about Zichs laughter that instilled fear in people; it was to the point that even Lyla flinched even though she was absorbed in a serious mood.

* * *

Although an enormous event like the kings birthday was coming up, the aristocrats social events still continued. On the contrary, nobles who would have usually been stuck in their own estates came to the capital and hosted parties for all kinds of reasons. Some hosted parties to build friendships, make connections with high-ranking nobles, brag about their wealth or privilege, or simply enjoy themselves. Many invitations were sent to Evelyn since she was the Marquess daughter.

Normally, she would have spent her time at the lake, but all her plans had gone to ruin because of the monsters appearance. Moreover, her father and older brothers arrival was continuously being delayed. Thus, Evelyn had to attend all the parties as a representative for the Marquess of Rouge. It was tiring, but she didnt care.

She didnt dislike parties, and most of all, it was because her fianc escorted her to all of them.

Hello, Evelyn. You are beautiful as ever. Albus way of speaking was cheesy as if he had smeared butter all over his mouth. However, Evelyn looked at him with rose-tinted glasses as she blushed and smiled sheepishly.

You are as cool as ever, Albus.

If I want to stand next to you, my standards have to be high so that I wont embarrass myself.

He put his hand out. Evelyn carefully grabbed his outstretched hand. Albus helped her get into the carriage and then followed. Today, they were going to a party hosted by Duke Sonus.

It was a private party, and only a few people had been invited. The people who had been invited were all high-ranking nobles above the count level. It was literally a party where only the Kingdoms greatest powers could join. Moreover, a very notable figure was planning to attend.

Albus asked Evelyn, Did you hear that the Crown Prince will be attending this party?

Evelyn replied, Yes, I heard. The Crown Prince is the Dukes grandson after all.

Its been a while since we last saw him.

Hey? Are you interested in the Crown Prince? Im starting to get jealous.

Stop joking around.

Evelyn made a solemn expression, and Albus laughed while apologizing. Then she smiled again and began conversing with Albus. Talking to someone you loved was always a joyful experience; it was to the extent that Evelyn didnt even notice time passing by.

Yes, that was probably the reason.

Weve arrived, Evelyn.

Huh?

It was the reason why she didnt realize the carriage had stopped.

Weve already arrived?

Yeah. The Dukes place is right in front of us.

She saw the extravagant mansion outside the carriage window. Evelyn tilted her head in slight confusion. It was so fun talking to you that I must have forgotten about my surroundings.

Wow, you enjoyed our conversation that much? Im so happy.

Albus opened the carriage door and held out his hand to help Evelyn come down. When Evelyn landed on the ground, she adjusted her clothes. Since she was going to a party filled with high-ranking nobles, she had to take meticulous care of her appearance. For that reason, she didnt notice Albus smiling maliciously while looking at her figure.