Chapter 316: Stirring Emotions

Chapter 316: Stirring Emotions

When Beros brought Wen Ying into an open-air garden within the castle, his eyelids twitched several times. He glanced at Wen Ying's face multiple times, where he wore a smile as gentle as a spring breeze. Anyone, human or demon, could tell that he was in a great mood and eagerly anticipating something.

Was Wen Ying looking forward to a demon banquet?

Beros had a nagging feeling that things might get out of hand later. After much hesitation, he said, "You can't be too biased towards humans."

Wen Ying turned his head. "Everything I do is for the sake of avoiding war between both sides. Humans, as a whole, are still too weak compared to demons."

Beros pressed his lips together, anxiety flickering in his red eyes.

Wen Ying looped his arm through Beros', leaning against him. In a soothing tone, he said, "I have a plan. It won't be too outrageous."

As they spoke, two demons entered the garden. The guards standing at the entrance did not ask for any identification or invitation, but simply bowed to greet them. Beros walked past them with his gaze straight ahead, while Wen Ying smiled at them.

With a burning desire to stir things up, Wen Ying's eyes shimmered with excitement, leaving the guards at the entrance uncertain.

The moment Wen Ying stepped in, he saw Phileas. The merman was dressed in a deep blue suit, exuding a chilly aura. His exquisite, androgynous face bore a hint of gloom, while his long seaweed-like hair was loosely tied behind his neck. Holding a glass of wine, he gazed downward, lost in thought.

Approaching him, the air feels moist and tender.

"Phileas, we meet again," Wen Ying approached him, his silver-gray eyes shimmering with particular brilliance.

Phileas nearly spilled the liquid in his glass onto Wen Ying. His hand trembled, and his tone was anything but amiable. "Why are you here?" He glanced at Beros beside Wen Ying, probably guessing the reason behind the visit.

Before Bellerophon could speak, Wen Ying said, "When I saw him dressed up, I asked if there was something going on. Upon learning about the banquet, I decided to come along and have some fun."

The purpose of today's gathering isn't mere amusement, but to discuss the matters Wen Ying proposed in the Human Realm some time ago.

This open-air garden merely serves as a venue for demons to move about and interact freely.

I didn't expect Wen Ying to come.

Fixer turned to Bellerophon, the demon he once worshiped with fervor, utterly perplexed as to what could have gone wrong in the being's mind.

Boros felt a rare twinge of guilt. Recalling Wen Ying's words at the castle gate, he asked, "What exactly did Wen Ying say to you at the entrance?"

Phaëthon fell silent again, and Boreas spoke, "He said he wished to address those words to every demon present tonight."

Phelos was stunned.

Boros noticed his expression, and his eyelids twitched again. He hoped he hadn't inadvertently become a culprit for some demonic crime. Wen Ying didn't seem like the type to let humans hold power over demons.

"What were you two discussing?" A casual voice sounded from nearby, catching the attention of the three demons.

"Muershi," they greeted.

Muershi studied their expressions and concealed his contemplation, smiling as he said, "Today's banquet was actually about you."

"When will the Demon King arrive?" Wen Ying asked.

Muershi paused, glancing at Boros and Phelos out of the corner of his eye. Both of them seemed to be in a less than ideal state.

To be cautious, Muershi pretended to ask casually, "Why do you want to know when the Demon King is coming?"

"I initially intended to wait until the Demon King arrived, but upon further reflection, I think it's best to finish what I have to say before he gets here," Wen Ying explained.

Muershi was all too familiar with that look on Wen Ying's face that hinted at mischief brewing. He cast a suspicious glance at the Cerberus and the Butterfly-Scaled Mermaid. Was there something he didn't know that could cause a huge uproar?

Upon careful reflection, it probably had something to do with the human world. The malevolent bird quickly pinpointed some key areas, ultimately settling on the intelligence gathered from the Flower-Nurturing Country.

That demonic realm cultural street?

But what was the catch, Muershi couldn't figure out.

Wen Ying swept his gaze over the crowd. Many demons had already arrived, not just the younger generation of elites but also the older generation of clan leaders.

He sensed that quite a number of demons were watching him, either discreetly or openly.

Beros felt Wen Ying lightly pat his hand. Looking down, he saw the silver-haired hybrid tip-toe and whisper in his ear, "Don't worry, I won't put you on the spot." As he lowered his feet, Wen Ying's lips brushed against his cheek, causing a faint itch.

Beros's eyes flickered slightly as Wen Ying walked towards the center of the open-air garden.

In terms of favoritism, Wen Ying's concern for humanity wasn't exactly biased. He had grown up in the human world and naturally leaned towards them. It would be biased to expect him to treat humans and demons equally.

The Demon King had instructed Beros to influence Wen Ying's heart to sway in favor of the demon clan.

Even Perseus, who possessed a rare talent and had always been proud of his strength, often found himself perplexed by such racial matters. This confusion was deeply hidden within him.

He was still that proud three-headed hound from Hell.

Perseus had never experienced being protected, nor did he desire or require it. However, when Wen Ying spoke those words just now, he felt an unfamiliar stirring.

The affection that had begun with his fondness for the silver-haired devil-like appearance seemed to have shifted in some way.

It was merely a very simple sentence.

The succubus Essence leaned against an ornamental stone in the garden, his flirtatious pink eyes capturing the scene before him. A smile tugged at his lips as he raised his wine glass, as if conveying something, then drained it in one gulp.

That conceited dog, so full of pride, had utterly fallen.

Vindictive karma indeed.

He had said that Wen Ying was gifted.