The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

As for Phantom, she was the most extravagant. Emerging from the Demon Mirror, she wore a rather classic black and white maid outfit, but the skirt was a short one. Below the skirt, her left leg donned black lace stockings with garters, while her right leg wore pure white stockings that reached over the knee.

No one knew whether she was experimenting with fashion or dabbling in abstraction at the time, Lynn liked black stockings, and liked white stockings too, but black-and-white dual stockings...

Weren’t entirely unacceptable.

Phantom was beautiful, with a great figure, her long legs were slender and straight. The different stockings were merely different flavors and textures, never affecting the aesthetic appeal.

Among the swarm of demons rushing in, only Ilya and Aya seemed relatively normal. As soon as they landed, they solemnly looked at Little Youli and Little Yuna, who had scooted to the edge of the bed, sitting in a row and exchanging head tilts with their new mom.

Ilya and Aya had long known about the existence of these two little girls—had even hastily met them once before—but never in a million years did they expect one of these little cuties to have such an identity.

"Hello there, would you like something to eat?"

Among all the Demon Kings, the big loli was the first to calm down, as she was the first to step forward while her sisters remained silent. She pulled out two pieces of chocolate from her small bag and handed them to Little Youli and Little Yuna.

Had it been chocolates given by the other demon aunts, Little Youli and Little Yuna might have just said thank you and started eating right away.

But these two little ones blinked hesitantly, looking at the big sister standing in front of them—one who wasn’t much taller even while standing—and hesitated with their tiny hands, unable to reach out.

This...is also an aunty? But she didn’t look much older than Little Youli (Little Yuna); would they have to call her mom in the future?

"It’s really tasty, very sweet, you should try it."

Seeing no one had taken the chocolate she offered, the big loli thought they were worried it might be bitter, so she explained quickly.

The snacks she gave to adults or offered to her sisters could be initially bitter and then sweet or tangy, but the ones for children were certainly sweet.

"Oh, thank you, aunty~~"

After hesitating for quite some time and hearing the gentle "prompt" from the big sister aunty, the two little ones finally couldn’t bear to refuse the offering from an elder. They reached out their small hands to take the chocolate from the young hands that were just like theirs, and began to nibble on it while unwrapping it in front of her.

Hmm? It really does taste delicious...

Obsessed only with candied hawthorn and small cakes, the two little ones were won over instantly by the snacks from the Gluttonous Demon King; at this moment, if the big sister aunty asked them for a favor, say, selling their dad, they’d probably help set up the scales.

However, just as the big sister aunty achieved success in offering them snacks and was about to speak another word, a seemingly fierce Demon King aunty pulled her away by her ear.

"Sara, are you sure you’re not joking?"

After pulling the unruly Little Betty away from the suspected Guardian Demon God’s Lower Realm vessel, Ilya turned and asked the sister Sara, who had sent the text that summoned them all, with extreme seriousness.

In reality, even without asking, she knew Sara’s personality well enough to know she’d never joke about such a thing. However, given the gravity of the situation, she had to be absolutely clear.

"I am also a follower of the Guardian Demon God. Would I joke about this? Here, let me introduce you: This is Lady Youli, the Guardian Demon God’s Lower Realm vessel, and this is Lady Yuna, the vessel for the Destruction Demon God."

Sara understood the need for Ilya’s caution, so she obediently introduced Lynn’s adopted daughters’ true identities, but after her introductions, everyone focused only on Little Youli, while Little Yuna was spectacularly ignored by them.

Though being the vessel for the Destruction Demon God carried significant weight, they were all devout followers of the Guardian Demon God.

Addressing the Destruction Demon God King was out of respect for the Demon God King, but in reality, the god was the opposite of their belief and could even be considered an enemy, given the history in the Demon Realm’s upper and lower realms. The two Demon God Kings rarely worked together against enemies; they mostly clashed.

If it wasn’t more beneficial for outward expansion by having both Demon God Kings, their battles over beliefs would be far more brutal.

But all that is in the past; the faith-driven wars in the current generation might not have ignited true flames, but Lynn’s action was genuinely harsh—had the Yellow Springs Demon Race not fled quickly, they nearly got wiped out by the Destruction Demon God Faction.

Now the Yellow Springs Demon Race suffered significant losses and didn’t know when they would recover, while the Purgatory Demon Race was practically extinct, hanging onto barely a thread of existence. As for regaining strength—there’s little hope in the next ten generations.

The Seven Demon Sister Kings weren’t biological sisters, nor did they possess telepathic skills, but they knew each other exceptionally well, often completing exchanges through mere eye contact.

Just like this time, Ilya signaled with her eyes, six sisters comprehending simultaneously and nodding in understanding.

Then, the next second, the Seven Great Demon Kings lined up in their respective order: Proud Demon King Ilya on the left, Lust Demon King Phantom on the far right. Seven beautiful figures bowed together.

"Wait...you all..."

Lynn stood beside them, actually having time to stop them, considering a True God’s reaction far outmatched peak demigods, but he stood there stupefied as his seven demon wives paid respects to his daughters and was unsure whether he should stop them.

This hesitation was probably linked to them only bowing. Had they been rushing to kneel, Lynn wouldn’t have hesitated—he’d have frozen them on the spot.

"What do you mean, what do you mean? We haven’t even settled scores with you! How dare you let the esteemed Guardian Demon God address you as she did? Listen up: from now on, you only have one daughter. This one... no, this embodying respect is ours now!"

The instant Lynn’s hesitating voice came through, Ilya finished her bow and turned around, facing Lynn, grabbed his collar, just like Sara before, and furiously shouted.

She could accept Lynn’s various mischiefs in the Demon Realm, including those directed at her, even when he wanted something seemingly off. Those could perhaps be negotiated.

But treating the Guardian Demon God’s vessel as a daughter? Absolutely unacceptable!

Bear in mind that metaphorically speaking, it could easily be considered one-tenth of the Guardian Demon God. Though incomparable to the main deity, it was significantly higher than mere idols.

As devoted followers of the Guardian Demon God, even seeing their deity’s statue required standing straight and paying respects. Before the Guardian Demon God’s vessel, kneeling and bowing was expected.

But given that this generation’s vessel was still too young, seemingly yet to understand, they worried bowing seven times consecutively might scare her; such wrongdoing would bear grave consequence.

"No, she’s my daughter. On what grounds are you taking her away from me?"

Lynn’s love for Little Youli and Little Yuna was equal, without favoritism. He wouldn’t have extra concern for Little Youli. However, not favoring one doesn’t mean watching Little Youli taken away by demons, even if the thief was his wife.

"Rest assured, we won’t take her without compensation. Since we take one daughter away today, we’ll birth seven to compensate you later. Whenever you want them, we’re at your service...in fact, whatever number you want."

Ilya knew their rationale wasn’t weak, but the fact remained they were seizing by force. So she glanced down at her gain, then raised her head to offer an extremely high price. It’s not that she didn’t realize gradually increasing the price would’ve worked better—she couldn’t lower the Guardian Demon God’s embodiment’s price; that might constitute sacrilege...