Chapter 339: Clingy Demon Lord is a cute Demon Lord
"Zia, can you go to the tower first and drag Izzi out of his lab? I’ll take the letters from Natha’s office," I told the succubus as we walked through the Castle’s hall. "Jade, go with her."
The little bird gasped in disappointment. [But Jade want to ask for Jade’s room!]
"I’ll ask him for you," I stroked the protesting little bird. "I’ll ask for a better room than the one here, how about that?"
Zia laughed and pulled Jade into her arms. "Come with me, Jade. I need help to pull out that elf from his room!"
Jade still chirped dejectedly, but Zia pulled the little bird away and gave me a cheeky wink. This succubus. I owe you one.
While Zia was birdsitting Jade, I skipped through the hall toward Natha’s office. It was only a few days, but the black pillars and the polished stone wall already felt nostalgic. I got to greet the servants and Castle staff that manned the central building on my way over, and the cooks gave me freshly baked cookies when I cut through the pantry. They were gone by the time I arrived at the office, however, the last piece slid down my throat as I peeked into the slightly opened door.
"Just come in, sweetheart," Natha’s voice greeted me before anything else, the words came out before my hair even crossed the threshold.
Natha was on his couch, signing something on a document before giving it to Malta. "You may go," he said, to which Malta and his other secretaries responded with a deep bow. They greeted me and gave me a smile on their way out--even Malta, who closed the door carefully behind me.
I glanced at the Demon Lord, who was now lounging casually on the couch, one arm slung over the armrest, and another one loosening the button on his neck. The silver eyes that looked at me were gleaming, easily inviting me to come closer.
Of course, I had no reason to refuse.
Without being able to suppress my giggling, I strolled toward the armchair and climbed into his lap without hesitation, pressing my lips on his as a greeting. When I pulled away, his cold hand pressed my head forward, preventing me from getting away.