Zarafel, upon hearing this, was ecstatic, his voice filled with excitement. He shouted loudly within Hastora's mind, causing Hastora to be startled and slightly annoyed. "Aaaaaaa... that's so romantic... please teach me how to do that, Hastora!" he shrieked with glee.
"Ha? What do you mean? You don't even have a body to do that with."
"Ekhmm... Ekhmm... I can borrow yours, right?" replied Zarafel. After listening to a bit of Hastora's past" he had started to think Hastora was very cool.
"No... I would never give you my body. I would rather destroy your existence then," Hastora declared, refusing Zarafel's request.
"Alright then, forget about it and continue your story," Zarafel said. He wanted to hear more about Hastora's past.
"After that, she suddenly kissed my lips. I didn't know what her intentions were. Then, she asked me to carry her to the Demon King's castle. I had no choice but to carry her."
"Oi oi oi... That's a bit too much, you know," Zarafel exclaimed, slightly irritated. Before Zarafel transformed himself into a spiritual entity, he was quite popular among the 𝗔𝗲𝘃𝘂𝗺 women in his dwelling. But, he had never done anything as romantic as Hastora. It made him envious.
"Once we reached the castle, I asked her, 'So? Are you not angry anymore?' Kelara just nodded her head. I took that as a 'yes'. After that, I don't know what she was thinking, she suddenly hugged me tightly and asked if she could sleep with me. I didn't mind as long as she forgave me."
"Wow! Then, then? What happened?"
"Hmm, I think I just carried her to my bed and we slept together until morning."
"What!? Didn't anything happen?" Zarafel yelled, curious.
"No... we just slept normally," Hastora replied flatly.
Zarafel was a bit surprised after finding out nothing had happened. "A beautiful dragon woman and a handsome Demon Lord sleeping together, and nothing happens?" That's what Zarafel was thinking at the moment.
"Really!? Didn't you do anything intimate?" Zarafel inquired, intrigued.
Hastora seemed confused by what Zarafel was saying. He scratched his head for a moment, trying to understand Zarafel's words. But, it seemed Hastora still didn't get it.
"S*x? What's that?" he asked innocently.
"AAAAAA!, You idiot, fool, pathetic! How can a creature like you exist in this world?" Zarafel yelled, exasperated. He was furious with Hastora's naivety.
Hastora no longer heard Zarafel's screams in his mind. He immediately punished Zarafel by focusing his mana onto his mind. This caused Zarafel to feel immense pain.
"Damn it... stop it, you bastard!" Zarafel screamed in agony.
"Ha? Be aware of your position, you damn entity. Who do you think is the boss here?" Hastora said coldly, but with a threatening tone.
Zarafel, already in pain, could do nothing but listen to Hastora's words.
"Alright, alright, I apologize," Zarafel mumbled through the pain.
Hastora didn't want to go any further. He didn't want to destroy Zarafel's existence. If that happened, he would lose one of his most useful tools. To Hastora, Zarafel was nothing more than a tool.
Hastora got out of bed and looked at the clock. The short hand pointed to 6 and the long hand pointed to 1, meaning it was currently 18:05.
He quickly grabbed his towel and hurried to the bathroom. However, he only realized then that he was currently at his uncle's house. He didn't know where the bathroom was.
Hastora descended the stairs one by one towards the downstairs. There, he saw Barna sitting on the living room sofa. Upon seeing her, Hastora asked,
"Grandma, where's the bathroom?" he asked Barna.
"Oh? Hastora, is it? The bathroom is upstairs, in the corridor on the right. And, hurry up with your shower, we're going to the dinner party at Duke Trian's later."
"Okay, Grandma," Hastora walked towards the bathroom, waving his arm.
He climbed the stairs one by one towards the second floor. However, he didn't know which right-side corridor his grandmother had just mentioned. There were many corridors leading to the right.
"Damn it, which right-side corridor is it? There are more than three corridors. This house is so big, damn it," he muttered, a bit annoyed.
"Oi oi... You've forgotten about me, you bastard?" Zarafel said in a heroic tone.
Hastora remembered that Zarafel was with him. He felt a bit relieved.
"Wait!, I'll analyze this mansion first. {$¥°∆}[=€]. Done, the bathroom is in the right-side corridor number 4, HAHAHA!" Zarafel declared, laughing out loud.
Hastora, hearing this, immediately rushed towards the bathroom.
"... "
He reached the bathroom. Even for a bathroom, the door was quite big.
"Ngitttttt"
Hastora opened the door. Inside, he saw two muscular men bathing. Hastora took off his clothes and joined them in the bath.
"Hey Hastora! It's you... When did you come in?" Erlan asked Hastora.
"Just now," he replied flatly.
"Your presence is so faint, I didn't even feel you when you entered," Erlan said while bathing.
It turned out that the two men he saw earlier were Brok and Erlan, who were bathing. Both of their bodies were very muscular, a stark contrast to when he first saw them.
Their abdominal muscles were clearly defined, their arm muscles were huge, and even their veins were visible. The most surprising thing was Erlan. Despite his age, his muscles were incredibly strong. He didn't even look like an elderly man with those muscles.
"Hey Zarafel, can you check out my grandpa's information?" he asked Zarafel. He was curious about information regarding Erlan, as he didn't look like a typical old man.
"Of course, I can... I'll analyze him first. }€¢¥$##). Okay, I'm done."
"So, what's the deal?" he asked curiously.
"Okay, Erlan was once an imperial Battlemage. He has participated in many major wars. Like during the dimensional gate disaster, the eastern battle, and the demon invasion. He was nicknamed 'War Lion' because he was very fierce during battles, like a hungry lion. He is now 62 years old," Zarafel answered in detail.
After hearing that from Zarafel, all his questions were answered. He had suspected that Erlan was not just a normal old man. It could be seen from his physique. But, it didn't interest him at all.
"He's just a small ant," he said flatly.
"That's true if you compare him to you. But, it would be different if you compared him to those who are similar to him," Zarafel said calmly.
Erlan and Brok seemed to be finished bathing. They got out of the bath and walked towards the exit.
"You better hurry up, Hastora, if you don't want to be left behind," Brok said as he walked towards the exit.
Hastora decided to get out too, considering he had been bathing for a while. He followed them towards the exit.
"It was nice to soak," Hastora said as he held his hair.
He walked to his room to put on his clothes.
"Hmmm... I wonder which outfit will suit me?" he asked Zarafel.
"Hmmm, based on your physique, I think pink clothes would look great."
"Idiot... Pink is for women... I don't even have pink clothes."
"Debukkk"
Someone pushed the door open loudly. Hastora immediately turned around.
"Hey Hastora! Have you picked the outfit you want to wear?" Elsia shouted loudly. It turned out to be Elsia. She rushed to Hastora's room because he hadn't gotten ready yet.
"Not yet," he replied briefly.
Elsia immediately ran to Hastora and chose an outfit for him to wear.
"Hmmm... How about black? It would suit you since you have black hair. Even your father used to wear black," Elsia said, holding the outfit she had chosen.
"That sounds good, Hastora. Black suits you, it's your style," Zarafel said happily.
"Alright then."
Hastora took the outfit chosen by his mother and quickly put it on in the dressing room.
"I'm done," he said as he came out of the dressing room.
"Wow... it looks really great on you, Hastora," his mother praised.
Hastora looked very handsome in this outfit. His black hair and fiery red eyes looked amazing with the outfit he was wearing. Especially with his usual flat, cold expression, it made him look very cool.
"Alright then, let's go down," his mother said.
The two of them left Hastora's room and walked to the first floor. There, Brok, Erlan, Barna, and Horn were already ready. Seeing that they were all ready, they walked out of the mansion and hurried to board the carriage to go to the dinner party.
"Alright then, let's go," Elsia exclaimed as she got into the carriage.