Chapter 59: The Anti-Magic Constitution and the Six Ancient Lords

Ning Yao offered no reply. Instead, she meticulously surveyed her surroundings, then beckoned to the guards nearby, signaling them to approach. Yet, the guards hidden within the crowd remained unresponsive. It was as if, in their perception, their young mistress was still engaged in pleasant conversation with the two individuals before her.

Ning Yao slowly exhaled, seemingly convincing herself to accept the reality of the situation.

She stated,
“It appears what you’ve said is indeed true, not merely some deceptive trickery. Does that mean the culprit behind all this also possesses abilities akin to yours, capable of wielding ‘magic’?”

“Oh? You’re accepting it already?” Confronted by Ning Yao’s candid acceptance, Ji Yuan, surprisingly, blinked her wide eyes in astonishment. She added,
“I thought this would be quite difficult for you to come to terms with. I had even prepared further demonstrations of my abilities and arguments, anticipating your skepticism.”

“I am, after all, the eldest daughter of the Ning family, the young head of the household,” Ning Yao retorted, brushing a strand of her smooth black hair back.
“Please don’t underestimate me.”

“Besides, I’ve witnessed my fair share of absurdities,” she continued.
“If one frequently encounters inexplicable events, their psychological resilience will naturally grow as strong as mine.”

“As for me… I’ve actually heard some rumors,” Yu Ling slowly interjected, having also quickly processed the initial shock.
“So, Miss Ji Yuan, I’m not entirely surprised by your abilities.”

“Waaah, how can this be?” Ji Yuan whimpered, resting her chin on the table.
“Have people in this era become so accustomed to fantastical elements like magic?”

She pouted her adorable lips, looking utterly pitiful, as if on the verge of tears.

“Alright, let’s return to the topic at hand,” Ning Yao stated, completely disregarding Ji Yuan’s dejected demeanor. Clasping her hands in front of her empty chest, she posed her questions with the swift precision and authoritative air of a dignified young mistress.

“If the culprits in this matter also possess magical abilities like yours, then how did they abduct Bai Tong?
Furthermore, why did their suggestion have no effect on me?”

“As for why it had no effect on you… I believe it’s because you possess a rare ‘Anti-Magic Constitution’,” Ji Yuan swiftly sat upright from the table, answering Ning Yao’s questions one by one.

“I imagine you’re the type of person who has experienced things like ‘other classmates hearing strange noises, but you hear nothing,’ or ‘entering a rumored haunted house or warehouse only for nothing to happen’,” she elaborated.

“Now that you mention it, yes, that’s true.” Ning Yao recalled, indeed finding it to be the case. She even remembered someone in elementary school claiming she was scarier than ghosts, which was why the ghosts fled from her.

“This is proof of your ‘Anti-Magic Constitution’,” Ji Yuan expounded eloquently.
“It might be related to your heredity and experiences, but at the very least, it ensures you won’t be easily swayed by suggestion magic.”

“Judging by this incident, I suspect a certain organization is behind it, but more clues are needed to track them down.”

“In the real world, it’s incredibly difficult for us to find any traces of magic.”

“Therefore, I believe that if we can ascertain the last location of Bai Tong’s account in the game, we can follow that lead to uncover some useful clues.”

“Are you saying that if we can enter the Demon King’s Castle and reach the last place Bai Tong appeared, you’ll have the corresponding ability and confidence to locate him now?” Ning Yao seized upon the crucial point, posing a pertinent question.

“Precisely!” Ji Yuan puffed out her small chest proudly.
“The sudden appearance of the White Wolf ID must have been unexpected for them, and in the game world, they wouldn’t need to be overly cautious about concealing their tracks, as it is, by nature, a magical realm.”

“In that case, how are we to enter the Demon King’s Castle?” Ning Yao neither affirmed nor denied, simply offering a fair and logical question.

“This is where my connections in Irithyll come into play,” Ji Yuan said, hands on her hips, her head tilted back in a smug expression.
“I know a demon lord named Silvya, and I can ask her to help us secure an audience with the Demon King.”

The following morning, Letitia awoke early. Having meticulously prepared her attire and partaken in a simple breakfast, she proceeded to her destined battlefield, led by Astolfo, her steps imbued with a regal solemnity.

Unlike previous nights, she had not endured significant exertion, and the ample sleep had lent her steps a noticeable steadiness.

In the dim and cavernous underground sacred hall, six figures had long been awaiting her arrival. Their aura was ancient and oppressive, as if their mere presence could eclipse the venerable history of an entire city. Their attire, classical and dignified, seemed to embody centuries of mystery and shadow.

These were the very progenitors of the demon race, the lords of the six ancient royal courts, and simultaneously the core members of the entire demonic realm.

Abraham, the Lord of the Succubus Royal Court, was already in place. He sat with impeccable posture, his jade-like face cold and unblinking, his gaze fixed intently on the book in his hands.

Alisa Violet, the Lord of the Bloodline Royal Court, was a small loli with a graceful and dignified bearing. Her feet couldn’t even reach the ground as she sat on her chair, yet her opulent headwear remained perfectly stable. An ancient and solemn aura emanated from her, as if her tiny body contained the millennia-long history of the Bloodline.

Theoretically, this petite loli was the mother of Clennina, the Piercing Knight, though her appearance made her seem more like Clennina’s younger sister.

“The tea is too hot…”

Verenia Tanis, the acting Lord of the Undying (Lich) Royal Court, was a beautiful and elegant maiden. Clad in a purple-black ceremonial robe, she seemed utterly out of place amidst the surrounding atmosphere. Aside from her overly pale complexion, she gave the impression of an ordinary girl who had stumbled into a demon’s lair.

At that moment, she was engaged in a struggle with the warm tea on the table, her cat-like tongue merely darting out before instantly retracting.

“I wonder what interesting things we’ll encounter~ Big Sister is so excited!”

Elise, the Lord of the Nightmare Royal Court, was a maiden with an ethereal demeanor. Her hair and eyes, a special, dreamlike gradient of pink and white, combined with her light, gentle aura, captivated the heart. Had her bust and hips not been unremarkable, and her endearing beauty leaning more towards purity than seduction, one might have thought she and Abraham should swap places.

The remaining two, however, were the least humanoid, the most terrifying, and simultaneously the most ancient of the royal court lords.

The Lord of the Carrion Royal Court was a withered old man, his entire body draped in tattered robes. His shriveled hands and the face beneath his hood were decayed and putrid, with faint traces of green pus visible. A putrid stench of decay emanated from his entire being, and his leathery, plant-like skin utterly obscured his original appearance.

Were it not for the Demon King’s Castle’s barrier suppressing the curse upon him, likely none of the royal court lords present would have been able to stomach their meals.