After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 74 - 73 Break Up Peacefully (Not

Chapter 74: Chapter 73 Break Up Peacefully (Not

"Thanks to Yila, I finally had a good night’s sleep. Today, I noticed that there’s not much magic paper left. Let’s end our conversation here. Can Lord Yila truly see me and the Empire as enemies?"

Yila looked at Satan Ye, who was training, and then at Hilena, who was observing Satan Ye’s training. He picked up a pen and responded on the magic paper: "Maybe."

Putting all her rationale into the Empire and hiding the girl’s willfulness, there was only rarely such an opportunity to express herself... It was probably really exhausting.

"..."

*For some reason, while training the Demon King and casually conversing with the Empress of what should be a hostile nation, Yila felt a sense of guilt.*

"I’ve been having trouble sleeping recently, perhaps because your departure was too sudden. Now, just a bit of communication with you and I feel much relieved. My sleep might improve, and I look forward to our confrontation. Maybe then you will acknowledge me."

Almost the moment Yila finished writing, Isabella, miles away in a room of the Imperial City, wrote her response. This situation was often called an instant reply.

"Mr. Yila?"

Yila, ready to write something in response, was startled by Satan Ye’s voice nearby. He hastily folded the paper, looked up at the puzzled Satan Ye, and asked, "What’s the matter? Any issues with the training?"

"..."

Satan Ye looked curiously at the parchment and pen in Yila’s hand. After pondering, she decided not to ask anything but seriously reported her training situation, saying, "The hundred rapid mana shaping exercises are complete."

*So quickly?*

Yila held the paper in his hand, looking questioningly at Hilena, who nodded in response. He smiled apologetically at Satan Ye for his little doubt and said, "Next is the power test."

Pointing to the corner of the field where more than a dozen human-shaped wooden stakes stood brand new, Yila said, "Those stakes are made of steel wood, crafted by Mr. Iron Demon Statue. You need to try knocking down one stake with a single blow."

"Hmm, let me think..."

Yila said, estimating Satan Ye’s magic power reserves and possible failures, "After knocking down five wooden stakes, the training will be over. Then, we’ll go check on the Sea Demons."

"Hmm! Hmph hmph hmph~ piece of cake~"

Satan Ye seemed very confident, but since those were steel wood stakes, if she underestimated them and wasted mana recklessly, her mana reserves might not suffice... However, Yila had no intention of reminding her.

*It also served to teach Satan Ye not to underestimate her tasks.*

"..."

Yila sat down again, watched curiously by Hilena from a distance. As he unfolded the paper, Isabella had already written much during that time.

Isabella’s handwriting grew smaller and smaller, filling many lines on the short paper... Why didn’t she write smaller from the start?

"Duke Caligula is the strongest opposing the Dukes, but now he is so overwhelmed by the rumor I spread—’he’s anxious, he’s anxious’—that he might truly be anxious. It’s very amusing."

"However, I have also cooperated with Duke Caligula. I feel it is a necessary collaboration. I deeply apologize, please feel free to resent me, but this cooperation will ultimately make Caligula pay a price."

"Hate me, loathe me, I hope Lord Yila will wield the iron whip of judgment on this traitor like me; I look forward to the day... or the day you have to acknowledge me."

By now, the paper was almost entirely filled... The back side couldn’t be written on, just so you know.

However, it seemed there was a small section left in the corner, but Isabella had already finished writing what she wanted, so she didn’t use that bit of space.

"..."

*In the silence, Yila pondered, considering whether he should say something. He wasn’t sure if Isabella was still waiting on the other side of the paper or had started her royal duties.*

*But, let me write one last sentence...*

Thinking this, Yila gently picked up the pen.

"You have done very well. I am proud of you, Isabella."

"..."

The moment Yila added this delayed praise of over ten years, the paper visibly soaked in droplets... Moreover, continuously, one drop after another wetted the parchment.

Magic paper wasn’t an intelligent thing; it faithfully replicated the state of the other paper, whether creases, words, stains, or even being burnt or soaked, all were faithfully restored.

*She was crying... and crying hard.*

Recognizing this, the paper quickly turned to fragments, then burnt up swiftly, leaving only scattered ashes.

*Isabella was enraged? She claimed she would consult me whenever needed, yet she did not ask for any advice at all. She even claimed I should resent her. Surely, she wouldn’t sell out the nation to Caligula, right?*

Shaking his head helplessly, a bit guilty, Yila then raised his head to see Hilena and Satan Ye in close proximity... *Why did this make him so uneasy?*

"Mr. Yila... who were you writing to just now?"

"Yes, Lord Yila, I am also very curious."

Facing the gloomy Satan Ye and the chuckling Hilena, Yila turned his head away, uncertain how to answer, "Ah, it was no one, just a... disciple."

But, Satan Ye instantly got the right answer: "Is it Isabella?"

"Eh? I have many disciples; how did you know?"

Yila was stunned, but his reaction already counted as an admission.

"Hmm..."

Satan Ye seemed conflicted, looking at Yila’s face but unable to read his emotions and thoughts. She said, "Because you only ever mentioned you were Isabella’s teacher?"

*Ah, it was true. It seemed Yila had never told Satan Ye he was also the teacher of all the Governors, many Imperial Mages, Imperial Alchemists, and Imperial Generals.*

"Alright, it indeed was her."

Yila said this while standing up, rubbing Satan Ye’s head, and then looking at the distant sea, "Training is complete? Then let’s go check on the Sea Demons."

"Hmm..."

Satan Ye pondered, then raised her head, following Yila downstairs as if nothing had happened, saying, "If Isabella wants you to return, you can go back to the Empire."

"..."

Yila’s footsteps paused, but then he continued downstairs, saying, "No, she doesn’t want me to go back. How should I put it... I left peacefully, we parted on good terms."

*Although still somewhat melancholy, people must look forward... Isabella announced her anticipation of a duel with Yila. Why shouldn’t he also look forward to it?*

*Then let’s go!*

*Let’s have a match!*