S-Class Dungeon’s Mistress - Chapter 213

Chapter 213

Lisianthus calling Agapanthus's name as if familiar, and the title of 'My Lord'. It was a situation enough to make the demons panic.

The demons belonging to Greenville, the direct royal guards of the Demon King, and even Adelaide, who had already surmised his identity, all took a deep breath in surprise.

Belial, the Lord of Darkness. Though he had been deposed at the end of his reign after suddenly implementing a human-friendly policy, ultimately leading to a rebellion, his fame had not yet been forgotten and was etched deeply in the minds of many demons.

He was the only demon who received his name directly from God, and the most powerful among all past Demon Kings. That was Belial.

Despite successfully leading a rebellion and ascending to the throne, Agapanthus had lived his entire life being compared to him. Among some high-ranking demons, there were even rumors that he had not legitimately obtained the throne. This was because during the rebellion, Belial had not fought him but simply vanished without a trace.

'He ran away out of fear of fighting.'

While Agapanthus and his followers claimed this, the demons who had lived through long ages did not believe it. Those who had directly seen Belial fighting against the celestial race could not help but think otherwise. They had witnessed with their own eyes how cruel he was and how terrifying his power could be, etching those memories deep within.

Thus, the name Belial became a sore spot for Agapanthus.

For the next three hundred years, despite searching for such a long time, he had not obtained a single piece of information about Belial's whereabouts. It was even unclear whether he was alive or dead.

As time passed, Agapanthus gradually broke free from Belial's shadow, and in recent times, with many things to occupy his mind, he had completely forgotten about him.

Until he appeared before his eyes right now.

"... You're still the same. Both in personality and appearance."

Lisianthus's gaze traveled from top to bottom. A faint smile still lingered at the corner of his mouth.

Agapanthus's face quickly reddened. He had unknowingly called Lisianthus 'my lord' in front of his subordinates. The fact itself, and Lisianthus's gaze upon him, made him feel deeply ashamed, and he bit his lip strongly.

"How dare you appear before me...!"

"It was you who appeared before me while I was resting comfortably. Because of you, I've been exposed to these people. Oh, this is truly inconvenient."

While Agapanthus took a stance as if ready to start a battle at any moment, Lisianthus's attitude remained relaxed. It felt like watching two completely different genre films simultaneously.

Lisianthus's composure had its reasons. He knew very well that Agapanthus would not attack him right now.

He slowly turned his gaze down to Adelaide. She was staring at him with her face completely distorted. Beyond her trembling pink pupils, a massive sense of unease could be felt.

Lisianthus smiled softly as if to reassure her and continued speaking.

"Moreover, you even tried to steal my woman without understanding your place. Your audacity knows no bounds."

Her body, which had been completely frozen, melted slightly at his soft voice. It was good that he had revealed their relationship in front of the Demon King. She knew this could potentially make her situation more dangerous, and yet...

"What shall I do, master? Should I break his neck? I will follow whatever you command."

"Ha!"

As Lisianthus whispered politely, Agapanthus burst out laughing in disbelief. That Belial, who had terrified the celestial and human realms, was now bowing before a succubus! It was pathetic and utterly hateful.

Agapanthus trembled with rage at his former lord's disgrace and raised his voice.

"Have you gone mad after 300 years of running away, Belial?"

"Well, I'd rather not hear such words from a mere follower."

"Belial!!"

How could you say something so vulgar! Agapanthus shouted, his anger rising. Yet Lisianthus remained completely unbothered, offering a slight smile.

Agapanthus's anger soared at the clear disregard. Ominous demonic energy spread throughout the area, and murderous intent swirled around Lisianthus. He was on the verge of lunging at him.

"Your Majesty, no."

Belphegor urgently stopped the Demon King.

"Now is not the time."

At the whispered words, Agapanthus clenched his teeth.

The demon before him is Belial. Whether he has weakened or grown stronger over 300 years, he is certainly not someone to be treated like an ordinary demon.

Agapanthus and Belphegor are undoubtedly the strongest in the demon realm, but... they must restrain themselves now. The other three demons were not present, and engaging in battle now could risk injuring the Demon King himself.

There was no need to start an uncertain fight. Opportunities would come later, and now they had confirmed Belial's survival and whereabouts.

A sharp grinding of teeth could be clearly heard.

Agapanthus glared at Lisianthus fiercely for a long moment before turning away with a suppressed breath.

"You will regret this."

Leaving only this savage warning, the Demon King's forces all left Greenville. As their footsteps continued for a while, a cold wind swept through the pierced wall.

The subordinate demons felt relieved that no damage had been done, but they continued to steal glances at Lisianthus. Then, cautiously, they made way for Adelaide.

Adelaide stared blankly at the collapsed wall before slowly turning her head to look up at him.

"Shall we discuss things after everything is settled?"

She suggested with an awkward smile. Her eyes flickered weakly. They seemed fearful yet also had a certain determination.

Lisianthus gazed at her intently, as if etching her into his eyes, and nodded.

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Caladium and Lupinus returned to Greenville only after repairing the broken wall and installing a new portal.

The moment they stepped into the dungeon, they detected the traces of a strange energy and seriously checked Adelaide's condition. The remaining energy felt far from ordinary to them.

After confirming she was safe, they immediately wanted to storm the Demon King's castle and drag out Agapanthus. If it were the usual Adelaide, she would have playfully stopped them, but today she lacked that energy.

After everything was settled, the Greenville demons gathered in the living room. Not everyone, but those who had known Lisianthus for a long time and built a connection with him were all present. This was the result of Adelaide arguing that "they also have the right to hear an explanation."

Once everyone was seated, Lisianthus, after a brief hesitation, began his story.

The story of his entire life, which he had never told anyone before.

Before meeting Adelaide, throughout his approximately 700-year life, Lisianthus's name had been spoken for less than 10 years. His mother passed away not long after giving birth to him, and young Lisianthus was left alone early on.

Surviving was not a problem. In fact, it was quite easy. He was born with his demonic powers already opened, and because of this, his life was somewhat quiet but comfortable.

However, everything changed significantly when he received a new name from God at the age of one hundred.

Belial. A name traditionally given to the most great demons. That extraordinary name was bestowed upon a mere hundred-year-old young demon. As a result, Lisianthus inevitably found himself swimming through seas of blood.

Numerous challengers came to offer their lives at his feet, and he became famous without his own will. When he finally came to his senses, Lisianthus had already ascended to the throne of the Demon King. Again, this was entirely unrelated to his own intentions.

The royal position was tedious and exhausting. Lisianthus had a talent for governance but no interest in it. Eliminating rebel factions, waging war against celestial beings, constantly reaping lives, and threatening humans were incredibly boring to him.

"My Lord. You are truly born to be a king."

The young demon Agapanthus, who started following him around, would say this and praise him. When he would ask how he could become like him, Lisianthus felt profound disillusionment.

He had never wanted to be king. He had never wanted to gain reputation by brutally punishing those who challenged him.

At some point, Lisianthus realized that he had never done anything he truly wanted to do in his entire life.

Therefore, he began doing things an ideal Demon King would never do. Negotiating with humans and surrendering Mediahr was the beginning.

Rumors began circulating within and outside the Demon King's castle that he had changed. Rumors also spread that he had made such a pathetic decision because his power had weakened.

Lisianthus did not particularly care about the talk surrounding him. In fact, he found it amusing. If he had known how easily his reputation would disappear, he would have done this much earlier. He even felt regret for the days he had wasted in monotony.

Soon, some demons began preparing a rebellion. The leader was Agapanthus, who had claimed to respect Lisianthus. Given how vehemently he had opposed the decision to return Mediahr, it was not surprising.

'You said you wanted to be like me, and now you're trying to become me.'

From some point, Agapanthus grew his hair. His clothing became similar to Lisianthus's. It was pathetic and pitiful, but Lisianthus overlooked it. In fact, he was the one who hoped for the rebellion's success more than anyone else.

He had sufficient power to suppress the rebellion. But Lisianthus did not do so. And when Agapanthus finally rushed towards the king's chamber, Lisianthus had already vanished without a trace.

Life in Greenville was immensely satisfying. Here, for the first time, he understood what he enjoyed. Making small crafts was enjoyable. Growing pretty and fresh plants, eating carefully prepared food - everything was incredibly interesting. Thus, he enjoyed a happy secluded life, avoiding pursuit from the Demon King's castle.

However, familiarity inevitably breeds boredom. Around 300 years later, he was once again overwhelmed by monotony.

What shall I do now?

After contemplating for days, a new pleasure found him directly.

A woman with hair as clear as the night sky and eyes like sweet and sour strawberries. Towards her, who would open another path in his life, Lisianthus introduced himself:

"My name is Lisianthus, and I'm the manager of this dungeon."

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