Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 739: Unwanted visitor! Strange Flaming Eye!

Various servants and maids set drinks and appetisers quickly on a huge bronze coloured table, shaped like a shield. The thick top seemed made of pure metal, attracting Asmodeus’s gaze as Lun led them to the second floor after a short greeting.

’It’s quite elegant, strange.’

Upon seeing the private section for the first time, Nerim’s eyes widened, while Asmodeus extended his fingertip.

Bzzt!

A low tingle shocked him the moment he moved. "Oh?" With a sudden gasp, he noticed that the demonic mana that naturally flowed through his skin and veins caused a reaction from the anti-magic field spread across the upper floor.

’I see... I didn’t know my body would react to anti-magic like this before.’

He could only make this guess, as when casting a sensory spell on the second floor with just mana, the spell fizzled with a low snap.

"How beautiful, are those ores from the south?" Logan’s excited voice echoed as he waddled towards the back wall display with dozens of weapons and shields.

After he noticed, Asmodeus poured some abyssal and divine aura into his magic, which completely bypassed the magical barrier.

’Good, I can avoid getting caught.’

Meanwhile, Logan began to whisper about the materials and minerals used in the weapons, with sparkling eyes. His love for blacksmithing spread an almost contagious delight to the group as he seemed less cautious around Lun.

’Let’s be careful.’

A steady flow of abyssal aura seeped into Asmodeus’s blood, skin and the black exoskeleton that lingered beneath his arm wraps.

Because of his gravity training using divine and abyssal energies, deep wounds remained along his arms for several hours. Of course, they’d usually vanish when he slept...

But because of this, the black, armour-like hide that wrapped his body in Demon Sovereign form automatically activated.

’Focus.’

Nerim squeezed his arm while glancing at him with a worried expression.

Asmodeus shook his head with a smile. To his eyes, the upstairs didn’t match the dark, grimy feel of the first floor, but seeing Logan so happy, he realised his own taste might be lacking here, and since it was a dwarven guild, this might suit their aesthetic best.

"Do you like it?"

’What?’

He watched the demure Lun swaying slightly, her back foot lifted off the ground as she leaned closer to Logan. ’No way, is this girl actually crushing on the old man?’ Asmodeus couldn’t help but find this situation novel.

Usually, it was he who got favoured by women.

"Hey~" Nerim covered her lips with her hand and elbowed Asmodeus. "Don’t you think they look good together?" Her eyes shone, clearly excited by the gossip of another couple. Despite the strange atmosphere below, Asmodeus just nodded along.

’If this is what Logan wants, I’ll support him to the end.’

Asmodeus’s mind raced as he constantly used his mana to observe the entire bar, noticing that several of the visitors continuously held their weapons. ’This isn’t good.’ At least he couldn’t let their meal be spoiled.

Snap!

As the maids placed another silver jug of ale down, Asmodeus snapped his fingers and activated dozens of hidden blood wires.

’Don’t say I never did anything for you, Old man!’

Thanks to his evolution and skill with blood magic, taking inspiration from Lumina’s ultimate spell, a territory of hidden blood wires wrapped the entire first floor ceiling, with a dozen hidden blood spears hanging above the stairs.

If one carried a unique or demon eye, or the ability to see them, their body might tremble, realising that every single member below was already trapped.

With his magic set, Asmodeus lowered his guard and pulled Nerim into his arms, gently approaching the two seats facing the back wall; the other seats would face towards the entrance.

"Darling?"

"What’s wrong, Nerim?"

"Mm, nothing." She shook her head, glancing between Asmodeus and Logan, clearly noticing the slight movements of mana coming from her lover’s body.

He chuckled at her curious eyes peeking at the ceiling and doorway. "Don’t worry, it’s just in case something happens."

"Nn."

To Nerim, it didn’t matter who came.

After learning more and more about Asmodeus after becoming his little mistress, of course, she playfully called herself this. He’d promised to hold a grand wedding in the future, but first, he wanted to enjoy this process with her.

And she agreed.

It was a sweet and delightful feeling.

"Ahem." One of the older-looking servants cleared their throat, and Lun’s shoulders shook, before she glanced back with flushed cheeks.

"Forgive me, I forgot you were here." Lun wasn’t being rude or spiteful at them; in fact, this was just how dwarves became when seeing excellent weapons, ores and other items.

"Ah, lad... sorry. I just."

"Don’t worry, Logan. It was a pleasure to see you so happy."

"Urk, Lass, don’t tease me."

Lun finally giggled upon seeing Logan’s cheeks turn red from Nerim’s teasing. Then she clapped her hands and glanced at the three with a smile.

"Shall we enjoy the meal then?"

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Dwarves loved two things as much as ore and weapons.

Food.

And Beer!

The servants moved with elegance and skill, laying out dish after dish across the bronze table. Thick cuts of roasted meat glazed in honey and spice steamed beside stone bowls of mashed roots and buttered mushrooms. Bread, dense and dark, almost torn rather than sliced, but warm enough that steam escaped when Logan broke a loaf in half.

"Now this," Logan said proudly, wiping his hands on his trousers before reaching for a slab of meat, "is how ye treat guests. None of that dainty leaf nonsense. It’s a true Dwarven meal!"

Lun’s lips curled as she rolled her eyes.

She shifted bits of cut pork and beef onto Logan’s plate from the side and poked the vegetables he avoided and slipped them into her mouth.

"The second floor is reserved for people worth feeding properly."

Nerim mirrored Lun’s actions, feeding Asmodeus with various dwarven dishes; her eyes shone when she noticed the steak with an ale gravy.

After spending a week in Hansberg, Nerim discovered just how much she liked this unique, salty yet bitter taste.

"It’s so rich and hearty." Asmodeus couldn’t help but compliment the dishes; he found they resembled a mixture of Eastern European dishes and typical Western dishes found across the ocean. To put it simply. Big flavours. Soft Meat. Lots of Beer!

"Oh, lad!" The dwarf with rosy cheeks lifted his stein of ale, chuckling and swishing it all over his plate.

’Is this why dwarves cook with beer so much?’

The servants withdrew the dishes after one finished, another would replace it, leaving the room filled with the heavy scent of roasted meat, oil and warm ale. The bronze table reflected the lantern lights, giving a calm, muted atmosphere.

After a few hours, their meal and eating pace slowed, with the drunk Logan leaning against Lun’s shoulder. The young dwarf curled his hair while stroking his cheeks with a wide grin on her face, but the moment felt so peaceful and perfect.

Woosh!

Asmodeus’s alarm and webbing on the door triggered.

"What?" Nerim noticed the sudden flurry of mana swirling around Asmodeus. "Honey?" Her blue eyes also shimmered as she saw the anti-magic barrier and countless blood webs protecting them.

Lun reacted next, her calm face shattered.

Heavy footsteps came from the stairs.

With a glum glare, she watched the stairs, her eyes narrowing with each audible step.

Eventually, after a few minutes, a broad dwarf entered the room, older than Lun, his beard thick and bound with iron rings. Dozens of mercenaries stood at his back, on the first floor. His presence was steady, neither rushed nor aggressive.

"My little Niece." He said. "It seems you’ve got some guests, how pleasant."

’Not yet.’

Asmodeus tapped Nerim’s thigh, stopping her from lunging in attack. He’d already told her his plans through subtle communication.

Lun rose slowly from her seat.

Her smile was gone.

"Uncle," she said evenly. "This floor is reserved... You shouldn’t be here!"

Beads of sweat started dripping from her forehead as she grit her teeth, visibly shaking at his appearance.

Grundig Bronzeblade stepped fully into the room.

His heavy boots slammed against the floor as his eyes swept the table, the empty plates, the ale, and Logan leaning comfortably at Lun’s side. For a moment, he remained silent, and a strange light flickered across his face before it smoothed away.

"So I see." He finally replied with a dry, slow voice. "Entertaining a ragtag bunch of outsiders." His gaze lingered briefly on Nerim, then on Asmodeus, only to shift his gaze back to his niece, with a provocative snort. "You’ve been busy."

Asmodeus relaxed into his seat, one arm resting around Nerim’s waist, while tightening each blood wire, slowly gathering divine aura within each thread, his spears twisting slowly, ready to penetrate anyone who moved.

"C-Care to join us?" Lun couldn’t outwardly contradict or fight her uncle; these were the rules of the Bronzeblade clan. "The food’s still warm."

Because he also knew this, Grundig’s lips curled into a disgusting smile. "Perhaps."

He took one step forward before hesitating, stopping just short of the table and the sharp blood spear hanging just above him.

Grundig took a deep breath.

"We’ll speak after your guests finish their meal. Family matters shouldn’t spoil dinner, or our treatment of guests, after all."

With that, the corners of his lips curled, and he turned.

’What!?’

Asmodeus watched his steps, eyes widening as he avoided the spots with his blood spears without issue.

The old dwarf then halted on the stairs, his head suddenly snapping back towards them with a flaming orange pupil shining in his left eye socket. "...?"

However, the flicker soon vanished, and the old man turned to leave.

Only when the stairwell fell silent did Asmodeus exhale softly.

"...Interesting," he murmured.

The meal was as good as over, but Lun’s atmosphere and mood vanished. Her eyes became soft, fearful, and Asmodeus insisted Logan stay with her a little longer. He and Nerim could wait on the first floor.

Asmodeus needed to know what that strange eye was.

Why could he see his magic, and what other powers did it have?