“Remember, don’t meddle with any demon’s provocation. Don’t worry about speaking, because you won’t be able to. And, you’re going there as a deaf and mute, alright?”


    Despite the troubles plaguing his mind, Lutiel still nodded at her words.


    “Good, now, let’s move,” she said, watching as the man stood up to open the doors for her. Reserving any reactions, her figure swiftly traveled down the steps upon the paved road. Following his lady, his soles swiftly clattered against the bricks.


    Closing the doors of the carriage, finally, the sights all around bellowed onto him. Standing beside the lady, they walked towards the gates sprawling all around their already limited vision. Black metal glistened under the sparse starlight, columns with winged statues overseeing the new visitors.


    Opening almost immediately as Zyponia came closer, without any additional word, Lutiel’s eyes were soon engulfed by the extensive forecourt.


    Bricks crawling all along to the minute doors in the distance, stone railings followed the edges of the road before trailing off into tens of paths. Green, rectangular bushes spread behind the railings, towering over them at least twice in size.


    However, his intrigue couldn’t last long. Without any prior warning, Zyponia’s heels tapped along the bricks while leaving her slave behind. Quickly, the man followed his lady as they made their way through the vacant, free of any souls manor.


    Despite the lack of people coming towards the doors, Lutiel’s sight followed up, looking at the windows of the palace. Fully enlightened throughout, there didn’t seem to be a single room empty inside the mansion.


    Glancing to the side, he caught the face of his master, unimpressed unlike the man. Walking through the path as though it was her typical day, the demon’s silhouette was grasped by the light from the cyclical, black metal poles with a yellow crystal brightening the dark at the top.


    However, trying not to catch any attention by staring for too long, the slave promptly turned back to the path ahead, walking behind his lady all the way towards the doors.


    Treading through the seemingly unending road, they had finally arrived near the doors of the staggering palace, built directly on the cliff overseeing the vast ocean beyond.


    With a spry step, he opened the door for his lady, starting to gesture for her to walk in. Yet, as the doors flung open, his ears experienced a shock, only to whittle into utter silence. The din his head went through stopped immediately, the figures inside halting themselves after turning to the entry.


    He couldn’t see them, however, he knew all of their gazes were directed at the one walking in front of him. And, walking in right after, his eyes finally grasped the sensations.


    Standing all around the grand hall, be it on the marble floor, or the carpeted stairs, demons of all images stopped to engrave her image into their eyes. Their glasses, filled with a sparkling, subtle yellow fluid, no longer swirled around, having resisted themselves from taking yet another sip.


    Neither did they talk any longer. All to await for the lady stopping a few steps away from the doors. Gazing calmly through the place, she promptly glanced up, towards the man staring down at the two incomers. His hands calmly rested along the railings of the floor the stairs led to, a spreading smirk painted his pale face.


    Lutiel also glanced up, seeing the two, swirling horns spreading from the man’s forehead. With short, sky-blue hairs that spiked up, immediately, images played out in the slave’s head.


    ‘Genor,’ He uttered inwardly, staring at the calm smile of the demon lord.


    “Tis intene taca ges yek e timaun junt li aet, Zyponia,” his soft voice graced the ears of all demons scattered throughout the place, all bearing suits and dresses sophisticated in their own ways. The male demon lord, on the other hand, presented himself highly in a pearly-white suit that glistened under the lights of the crystal chandeliers.


    “Tis inbie obco kozs ges misl. Gove gade’yr tis’o kozs’t ges ster dho meta’yr vic aerl?” Her voice spread throughout the place like a gale of a storm, catching itself into the ears of every guest gathered there.


    However, despite the somewhat irritated expression around her, Genor simply grinned before raising his stretched out arms towards the crowd.


    “Kozs’t la elie un geas vic thigafi? Geas la nuen kiz imper, in?”


    As the demon lord spoke up with the leisurely gaze of his, the demons chanted at his words, raising their toasts before sipping on the bubbly champagne.


    Releasing a short, but sharp breath, Zyponia softly turned her head at Lutiel, promptly shooting the eyes towards a certain direction along the stairs.


    “Reped ciko e siq, intane ges? Tane ges in petavir elie un tias’o kiz dho gesc ges pryney?” He asked with raised eyebrows, astounded at her attitude. “Elie un tias’o vanr kiz crav dho mez, ges vidi.”


    Looking at the mellow derision kept within the gray white eyes of his, Zyponia’s head soon turned around the place, taking in all of the expectant gazes from the single-horned demons. Regardless, moving back to rest for a few moments on Lutiel, she quickly turned around, adding only the words she needed to.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    “Tis gotovelie gede geas elie geas nete kiz crav,” her tone trailed off, disappearing as she began heading for the stairs on the right.


    Without waiting any longer, Lutiel also followed his lady, ignoring all of the glances coming his way, which seemed to move from every demon gathered there, especially from the one near the marble railings.


    No longer donning a smirk, he stared at the collared man with a blank face, as though trying to read everything about him. Yet, before long, he promptly spun away in disinterest.


    Taking sparse glances at the noble demons gradually starting to go back to themselves, either speaking to each other or just downing the drinks from the trays the slaves brought over, Lutiel quickly stepped along the stairs leading up to the higher floor.


    Following Zyponia, he turned right, swiftly traversing around the hallway, where a few more demons conversed with each other. Looking at the lady however, they swiftly bowed their heads down, raising their eyes slightly to include the man in their grasp.


    Glancing at their darkly tuxedos, the slave locked his eyes with one of the demons, but against his thoughts, the demon simply raised his body before going back to talking with his group.


    ‘It’s different than I imagined,’ he said inwardly while staring at the doors they were moving towards. ‘They’re all too meek.’ He wondered, only to witness Zyponia boldly grabbing by the handles to the room before he could even get in front of her.


    ‘What is she doing?’ The man mused while her arms went behind her swiftly, pulling onto the ornate doors. Unlike before, the voices hadn’t come to an end, continuing while merely losing their intensity.


    Of course, the demons still turned at the visitors, and once the image of the girl played in their minds, they quickly quieted down. Flaunty by all vivid shades and shapes, their costumes promptly stopped swaying as they corrected themselves in place.


    Under incomplete silence, destroyed by musician melodies, Zyponia began walking through the middle of the expansive ballroom, the demons inside giving way for a free walk. The silence that prevailed throughout the place, however, briskly halted as the purple-haired lady gestured something Lutiel wasn’t able to catch.


    Almost immediately, the racket of dialogue spread out through the room. Around the clothed tables, groups of demons exchanged fleeting glances at the lady with each other, only to glare at the human slave while conversing with one another.


    Nearly all of the dignified figures, wearing beyond ostentatious attires, kept their stares right at the man behind Zyponia, their words flowing through his head despite their silent nature.


    “In vinta art teca ars’o v,” a high tongue whispered far beyond his reach, yet the man felt as though the demon was directly inside his ear.


    “Bie ges misl art szel zy ars’o?” Another strident embrace tickled his ears, even with nobody near him, all of the ones staring measly pondering by their tables filled with booze and food to the verge.


    “Oh, tis li secur ara yast beie arn,” a coquettish tone filled his head, certain words beaming louder than the others.


    All around, the words spoke to him as they flowed through the space, like a whirlpool that sucked him inside. His eyes shook while staring at the hazily front. Each word that passed through his ears seemed to take him by storm, making following the lady more and more difficult.


    His step faltered slightly, but regardless, he tensed his stomach, looking at the deep blue gown walking in the distance, away from him. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, she was only getting rid of him, further away with each passing moment.


    The words had long since turned into a mush of incoherent whispers, ones that made his gut and mind churn. Walking through the marble floor, he stared at his foggy reflection, as the heart began to beat chaotically.


    He breathed in and out erratically, unlike a few moments ago, yet, before the man knew it, all the sensations swept away, while his left arm hit against a soft impact.


    Feeling someone’s grasp around his arm, his head moved quickly while his lips tried to open up. ‘What are you doing?’ He said internally, quickly realizing he couldn’t speak out in the slightest. His vocal cords didn’t utter a single vibrance.


    “Don’t fret, it’s me,” a delicate voice mumbled through his ears, before the image of a familiar face shrunk his agitation. A head full of red flowing past her elbows, with a face that bred softness and sharpness tantalizingly. “Let’s move away from this ruckus, shall we?”


    Glaring at the emerald dress desperately clinging onto her shoulders by two fine strips, his eyes flinched away as her cleavage expressed itself freely to him.


    A giggle spread at his reactions, but with a quick word, the girl made him look around. “Are you still distracted? Can you even see me?”


    ‘Luviene? When did I?’ He asked himself with doubt, scouring along his arms that grasped the lady. His right arm was right below hers as she grabbed him by shoulders. Meanwhile, both of their remaining hands united themselves, stretched out to the side.


    Despite his confusion, he saw that his feet were moving clearly, adjusted beneath the step and rhythm of his ball partner. The demon girl with two horns atop her head carried the man, their movement flowing with a smooth grace as they stood by the arched window towering over them.


    “Geez, I was so excited when I saw you yet you aren’t responding,” Luviene rolled her eyes while the man finally sprung his face back at the girl, trying to imply her his inability to speak.


    However, his eyebrows furrowed when a finger clasped his lips, burying itself into them. “Don’t worry about their gazes. They won’t be able to see or hear you talk at all.”


    Even further, his brows creased as he tried to find the meaning of her words. “Ah,” he uttered silently, shock splashed within the voice. Unlike his attempt a few breaths prior, the mouth moved with bountiful ease.


    “Are you sure?” Lutiel asked mildly, with a voice quieter than a falling leaf. Rapidly, he saw her smile at the question before nodding to affirm the man.


    “They see us as a pair of two dancing. Even if we stopped all of a sudden, unless I wanted it, they would still witness the same,” she said while a wink flew his way, the duo turning around simultaneously under her guidance. “I mean, why not see for yourself?”


    For yet another time that he saw her, his eyes began to widen as he felt the abrupt grasp around his lips. Glaring at the green gems glimmering into him after stealing his second kiss, before he could get angry at her, the demon had already gotten out of his face, smearing away the saliva around her lips with a bare hand.


    Still, even if it wasn’t as strong or long as the first one, Lutiel glanced at her with an annoyed look, the eyebrows flaring up slightly. “Do you always have to kiss me?”