Demon King – Chapter 487 – Turning Raw Rice Into… Burnt Rice Crust

Eiru really had experienced something like this before, the time she was drugged into unconsciousness and abducted. She had clearly been unconscious, yet she could still hear what was happening outside.

Later on she completely forgot about it and never bothered digging into it. But listening to the other party now, did that mean this ability was not limited to just hearing sounds? Did it have even more room to be developed?

“Although I really was in a comatose, sleeping state back then. That condition reduced my body’s consumption to the absolute minimum. But what Grandpa didn’t know was that I was always able to sense what was happening outside.”

That was right, the owner of the voice was none other than the director’s youngest granddaughter. All these years, she had actually known everything her grandfather had done. Watching with her own eyes as the grandfather who doted on her walked step by step toward the abyss, she had been anxious beyond measure.

“Um, can I ask you something… you… how old are you this year?”

The Demon Lord suddenly tossed out such a random question.

Leaving everything else aside, the last Daughter of Amber Crystal was already in her teens now. This one from who knew how many generations ago was really making people curious about her age, alright? What also puzzled Eiru was that no matter how she listened, the other party’s voice sounded like that of a little girl around her own age, at least in terms of apparent age.

“I’m not telling you. A girl’s age is a secret…”

To the little Demon Lord’s disappointment, the reply she got was a very playful one that flat-out refused to answer.

“Alright, let’s not drift off-topic. This place is special, that’s why I can talk to you. So… can you help me? You’re the only one I can ask…”

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“Then tell me what you want me to do. Honestly, I’m not even sure I can help.”

Eiru sighed. Helping wasn’t a big deal, but if she really couldn’t do anything, that would be pretty awkward.

What was even more awkward was that after all this time, she still had no idea where the other party actually was. This kind of void-to-void conversation really lacked any sense of reality.

“You definitely can. After all, we’re all influenced by that big stone…”

“Hold it. Let me make this clear first. I’m not a Daughter of Amber Crystal. If it has to be that identity to help you, then you really shouldn’t put any hope in me.”

The little Demon Lord was very clear about the fact that she was not some Daughter of Amber Crystal. If what was needed was that ability to change fate or fortune…

Sorry, she hadn’t put points into that skill and didn’t even know how to. If anyone was going to count on her in that regard, they might as well go to her house and drag the other girl over.

“Eh? You didn’t know?”

There was surprise and confusion in the voice.

“But it should be you, right? Could it be… you’re not complete yet?”

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‘What the hell? Not complete?’

The other party’s riddle-speaker way of talking left Eiru completely confused. Did nobody know how to speak properly these days? Why was everyone insisting on talking like they were posing riddles?

But at least she was sure of one thing. The other party knew her identity and understood a lot of inside information she herself didn’t know, assuming she hadn’t mistaken the person.

“So… what exactly do you know? Can you tell me everything?”

Too many strange things had happened recently, and Her Majesty the Demon Lord felt like her tolerance had increased quite a bit. After adjusting her state of mind, she formed a rough guess in her head, but still asked the other party to confirm it.

“We girls who are called Daughters of Amber Crystal, because of our experience and age, many things we can’t really understand. But as we grow older, we gradually receive some fragmented pieces of information…”

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While one girl was digging into secrets, her beloved little sister had just finished showering. Wrapped in a bath towel, she stared at the thing on her desk with a dumbfounded expression.

What the hell was this thing? A plush toy? But it looked like it was alive… Looking at the unknown creature lying on the desk as if asleep, Eiya leaned closer and poked it with her finger. The feedback in texture and warmth clearly told her that this thing was indeed a living creature.

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There was also a note pressed under the little thing’s body. But since it was sleeping on top of it right now, there was no way for her to take the note out without waking it.

Unlike her good-for-nothing older sister who would pounce on any small animal she saw just to hug it and feel healed, Eiya also liked small animals but was far more restrained and cautious.

Of course, Eiru had learned her lesson later on too. In the past, she hadn’t been very popular with small animals. After being scratched and bitten by stray cats and dogs when she was little, she developed a love-hate relationship with them.

After all, animals were animals. No matter how good-tempered they seemed, if they weren’t raised by your own family, you never knew when they might suddenly go berserk. So to avoid the little thing having some kind of waking-up temper, Eiya chose not to disturb it.

“Squirrel tail, wings, kind of looks like a cat, kind of like a dog… I can’t tell what species this is.”

Giving up on thinking about it, Eiya started drying her wet hair with a towel.

By the time she finished drying her hair and changed into a nightdress, the little thing on the desk finally moved. It rolled over, four tiny paws curled in front of its belly, and continued sleeping in a baffling position with its belly facing up.

Eiya had never seen a four-legged animal sleep like this in her life. She suppressed the urge to complain internally. Because the little guy had rolled over, the note that had been pressed under its body could finally be taken out.

She didn’t even need to look at the signature. Just from the handwriting, Eiya knew who wrote it. This distinctly foreign-style script, who else could it be but Jiaqi, who had spent N years abroad?

“Little Ya, this little guy is your sister’s and Yuki’s kid. I’ll leave it to you to look after it for a few days. After a while, your sister will come back to pick it up.”

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‘Hiss…’

Eiya sucked in a breath of cold air after reading it. Just these two short lines contained way too many points worth ranting about.

Leaving aside why this wasn’t sent as a text message but written on a note, what the hell did my sister’s and Brother Yuki’s child mean? Did those two cross the line already? And what kind of thing did they even make?

‘And our parents don’t allow us to keep pets, you know that, right? Brother Jiaqi, aren’t you deliberately stirring things up? You didn’t do this on purpose knowing that, did you, using “child” to muddy the concept?’

Eiya was a complete mess for a moment. She knew her sister wasn’t human, and was even egg-laying, which was already bizarre enough. So looking at this baffling little thing on the desk, she really couldn’t be sure whether Jiaqi was joking or not…

‘What are you all doing? If I blink for a second, my sister has already given herself away to this extent? Raw rice cooked into cooked rice… no, cooked into burnt rice crust already?’

Mom and Dad still don’t know that big brother turned into big sister! Are you guys planning to skip all the middle steps and have me carry this little thing straight in front of them?

She imagined herself holding the little thing from the desk and bringing it in front of their parents, then telling them this was their grandchild… grandson? Granddaughter? Wait, does this little thing even have a gender?