The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Hell, Demon City, High-level Demon Academy.

In a pavilion draped with Hidden Vines and Cannibal Flowers, Vivian, clad in a black satin dress with ruffled edges, rested her chin in her hands, lost in thought as she gazed at the younger students bustling outside the garden, her mind wandering far into the Human World.

She had heard that her brother recently sneaked into the empire to stir up trouble again. He hadn't replied to her letters for a long while, and she wondered how he was doing.

She wasn't worried about him encountering danger; after all, her brother was no ordinary demon but a demon among demons. Even she, undefeated across the entire High-level Demon Academy, was no match for him. Surely, no human could pose a threat to him.

Moreover—

He had even learned that nefarious Holy Light magic!

Recalling those heart-wrenching memories, a blush crept across Vivian's cheeks, her pinky finger subconsciously sliding to her lips as her fangs lightly nipped.

Just as she was lost in reverie, Nanfu, sitting across and flipping through a book, suddenly sneezed without warning, almost causing his snot to drip out with an "achoo".

Vivian furrowed her brows, casting him a slightly disdainful glance.

"What's up with you now?"

Nanfu scratched his head awkwardly, blushing as he answered softly.

"I don't, I don't know. Lately, I've had this feeling someone is thinking about me... Do you think it could be the esteemed elder brother?"

Hearing this, Vivian chuckled, an air of pride and boastfulness hanging on her pert little nose.

"How could that be? If the esteemed elder brother is thinking of anyone, it's an elegant, charming, and devilishly fascinating me... Besides, you haven't even met him, right?"

Nanfu sneaked a glance at her, surprised at how shameless a member of the Blood Race could be.

However, she did have one thing right; he had never met Luo Yan... at least not face-to-face.

The reason, partly due to Vivian's mouth.

In her tales, that unfathomable Demon King was almost portrayed as the embodiment of evil, devouring children as if they were snacks.

To the point where, for a long time, he would tremble at just hearing his brother's name.

Let alone meeting him; he would hide as fast as possible.

Of course, over time, he gradually understood there was a bit of exaggeration in his sister's words—she merely wanted to dramatize the Demon King who once defeated her.

"Sigh..."

"Why are you sighing?"

"It's nothing," Nanfu shook his head, mumbling, "I was just thinking, it would be great if I could have the chance to meet him..."

Although Mr. Luo Yan didn't accept the Initial Embrace from the Colin family, still retaining human blood, rendering him not truly family in the strictest sense, emotionally speaking, he longed for such an excellent and reliable elder brother.

...

On the other side of the world, in the Holy City of the Aus Empire.

The solemn and majestic Saint Clement Cathedral was bustling, every pew filled to capacity.

The noonday sun filtered through the vast stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of light across the expansive marble floor.

Black satin and pure white lilies adorned the towering columns and altar, the air filled with a blend of incense and burning candles... a scent of tranquility and peace.

Luo Yan, dressed in black mourning attire, sat quietly on a pew within the cathedral, joining the Holy Light Nobles in earnest prayer.

His face bore an expression of heaviness and sorrow, for the one being buried was his "father"—the previous generation prince of the Colin family, the noble and great "Prince Nanfu Colin".

Incidentally, that name wasn't a mistake but intentionally set.

Although no one on the surface knew such obscure knowledge as the "genealogy of Hell Nobles," considering the context of a burial, he decided it was better to avoid using real names, not fully incorporating the Colin family genealogy.

A mournful and solemn atmosphere lingered above every attendee of the funeral.

All remained silent, and the hall was quiet, save for the solemn and reverent prayers of Pope Lake Gregory IX echoing through the cathedral.

Sitting in a corner, Edmond Dantes wore a face marked with sorrow, while his wife Anna sadly squeezed out a few tears, gently wiping her eyes with a handkerchief, careful not to smear her makeup.

"Prince Colin is really pitiful... losing paternal love at such a young age. This poor young man, he surely needs a shoulder to lean on now. Sofia, remember to lend him your handkerchief if he falters."

The feelings weren't feigned; she genuinely immersed herself in the sentiment and moved herself to tears.

"Yes, mother." Sofia, with tears of emotion at the corners of her eyes, softly sobbed.

She and her mother truly felt sorry, sincerely wanting to be Prince Colin's support.

This included her brother Lucian, who also deeply wished to be that support for Prince Colin.

He dreamed of becoming a knight, and if the title could have "Holy" in front of it, that would be even better.

Among the family, perhaps only six-year-old Little Emily cried the most sorrowfully and genuinely.

However, her tears weren't for some distant relative she had never met, but because she had learned a shocking piece of bad news that morning—she could no longer attend Lady Agnes's Holy Mother School; her father had arranged for a tutor who graduated from the empire's highest academy to teach her "truly useful knowledge."