Chapter 577: Chapter 541: Master Is Not Here_3

She curled up, lying amidst the carcass of a demon beast, her jet-black wavy hair spread out behind her like smoke.

Her gaze was diffuse, as if trapped in some terrible nightmare from which she could not wake, whining in a low murmur, like someone forcefully thrust into Hell, never again finding the way back.

“My master taught me to recite ‘good’…”

“A single good deed touches the heart, through an eternity of calamities it remains immortal, a hundred lamps mine shine, a thousand li are bright as day.”

She was covered in her kin’s fresh blood, lying there with a red string protected in her embrace, yet unblemished by even a hint of bloodstain, clean within her hold.

Beneath her, the white bones silently recounted cruel evils; she repeated her muttering incessantly, her awareness long faded, her voice laden with deep grievance and resentment: “Master… I don’t want to become a harmful Demon Lord, they forced me, harmed me, when will you come to take me home…”

Baili An felt something strange churning incessantly within his chest, he did not know who the master she spoke of was, but still, he slowly extended a front paw toward the girl.

Under his gaze, that paw suddenly transformed into a pale, blood-stained human hand, and beneath its slender fingers, one could faintly see the calluses typical of a swordsman.

That hand gently soothed the girl’s frail shoulders, and he heard his own voice slowly rise, saying, “Arao, endure a bit longer, I’m taking you home soon.”

He carried the young crownless king away from this world of blazing fires and yellow sands.

When she awoke, he could no longer maintain his human form, his cultivation dispersed, and he turned into a white cat.

In this age of demons running amok, during her trying times, he guarded the girl in the form of a young cat, watching how she ascended step by step to the high platform, awakened her Demon Blood, and became a true Demon Lord.

That year at the coronation, atop the throne of the Demon World, she was not alone, there was also a cat.

On the eve of her departure from the Demon World, she stripped off her dark robes, donned the familiar black and red swordsman’s attire, and said with a forlorn expression while holding the cat, “Little White, the master is getting married, I must return to the mountain to celebrate for him, I can’t take you with me.”

“I… am finally going home.”

“But why has the master not come for me all these years?”

“If, the master knows I’ve become a Demon Lord, he… would surely kill me himself, wouldn’t he?”

“Little White, you’re a demon, I can’t bring you before him, he… will be angry.”

“Little White, I’m sorry, I’m abandoning you.”

“I’m sorry…”

In the girl’s repetitious murmuring, the echoes of two lifetimes seemed to overlap, her apologies intermingled with the faint sound of the drizzling rain outside, as if slightly choked.

Baili An’s head was splitting, his mind as if violently scrambled by a sharp knife, enduring the pain, his consciousness gradually returned.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw a stretch of skin as soft as draping snow, cocooning his small body protectively.

Velvety curtains with flowing cloud patterns lightly fluttered, a gentle breeze entering the room, cool and refreshing.

The Female Demon Lord had only a thin blanket over her, beneath which lay both her and him, and below the bed, the regal robes and clothes were in a scattered mess, small socks, undergarments, even the chest wrap thrown carelessly, hanging on the bed frame.

She slept holding the cat, completely undressed—what a strange habit!

The deep sensation of sinking into softness jolted him wide awake; Baili An’s tail bristled, his body twitching abruptly, awaking the peacefully sleeping Female Demon Lord.

Her slender eyelashes lifted slightly, her deep, black eyes steadying on the little cat in her arms; she smiled gently and said, “Good morning, Little White. You were so cold last night, I warmed you up the entire night, finally making you cozy.”

Hearing the name Little White, Baili An suddenly recalled that dream, and for a moment, found her simple smile pitiable. He awkwardly nuzzled her in her arms and lifted a paw to pat her shoulder.

The Female Demon Lord paused, then her eyes curved, tenderly rubbing her lips against his head, saying, “I need to get up and deal with the paperwork. I’ve prepared the books you like to read in advance. How about I come to play with you later?”