Chapter 62: A Dream of the Past, a Demon Lord’s Kindness

She was having a dream, one stretching back to a time long, long ago, a a memory long forgotten by all.

Her surroundings were both intimately familiar and incredibly distant: faded tables and chairs, rusted candlesticks, and that dim red carpet.

It was the Central Cathedral of the Papal State, over a decade ago.

“Allyrose!”

Bishop Kitav’s stern voice suddenly boomed, startling little Allyrose. Frozen in place, utterly bewildered before the crystal ball, she trembled violently.

“Godfather… Lord Godfather…”

She turned her head uneasily, then shivered as she quietly pleaded for mercy from Kitav. The church servants around them cast pitying glances their way.

This was because the magic Kitav demanded was far beyond the capabilities of a five-year-old, yet he insisted the young girl perform it.

“You can’t even perform such a simple incantation? How can you ever become the Kingdom’s Saintess with such weakness?”

Witnessing Allyrose’s fragile state, Kitav scoffed. He then abruptly raised the cane in his hand, striking little Allyrose and sending her tumbling to the ground.

Immediately, he began raining blow after blow upon her backside.

“Ah—ow… Mama… Mama, boo-hoo—!”

The young girl, sprawled on the floor, shrieked and wailed in unbearable pain. She called out for her mother, whom she had only seen a handful of times since birth, and wept ceaselessly, longing for a homeland she had never truly known.

Yet, Kitav, who was supposed to act as Allyrose’s ‘father,’ was resolute in his punishment. He continued to strike her until her backside was raw and bleeding, only then putting down his cane.

He then sneered, looking at the little Allyrose still screaming on the floor, and left her with a chilling remark:

“Must I always resort to this to make you remember? Continue your training, Allyrose!”

With that, he slowly turned and departed. The other church personnel dared not approach Allyrose for fear of angering Kitav, leaving her to lie there, enduring the twisted agony, tears streaming down her face.

She was like a stray dog on the roadside, on the verge of death.

An hour passed, then two, then three.

Allyrose remained sprawled there for the entire afternoon, unable to move. It wasn’t until that evening, in the silent cathedral, that two figures, one large and one small, slowly approached her.

“Oh, why is there a little girl here? She… she seems to be in a lot of pain… This is supposedly the Papal State, yet they just… leave her here?”

A seductive female voice spoke first. The alluring succubus, clad in a black catsuit, gazed at the long-haired little girl, who had already passed out on the ground. She stroked her chin, then turned to the silver-haired child beside her, asking respectfully:

“Your Majesty, what should we do? Should we leave her be?”

“No…”

Little Luo Jia hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. The young girl before him appeared to be around his age, which momentarily stirred a memory in the Demon Lord’s mind.

A moment later, he couldn’t bear to simply ignore her and leave, despite their ongoing mission. Little Luo Jia still issued a command to the succubus beside him.

“Save her!”

“Yes, Your Majesty~!”

The succubus smiled playfully. Her master, it seemed, was still a kind-hearted child. She soon knelt down and gently lifted the girl’s clothes.

What she saw then was a severely injured, shockingly swollen little backside. A cold sweat immediately broke out on her brow.

‘How… how could this have happened? It doesn’t look like a scrape or a fall, does it? Could it be… that someone hit her?’

‘That’s… too cruel, isn’t it? She’s just a child…’

The elder succubus wiped the sweat from her forehead. After a moment of calm, she began to follow her master’s instructions, gently placing her glowing hand on the swollen area.

Soon, a pinkish-purple light emanated from the succubus’s hand. The pain rapidly subsided, and the bruises quickly healed. Finally, the remaining healing magic slowly condensed, gradually forming a pinkish-purple butterfly mark on the delicate skin.

“What are you doing?!”

Little Luo Jia frowned deeply, asking the succubus in a hushed, displeased tone. The succubus merely chuckled softly, then turned her head, looking at little Luo Jia with amusement:

“This is… an enchantment mark~! With this, this child will never suffer again~! When she grows up, men will only need to glimpse her luscious ‘marshmallows’ to become utterly intoxicated with excitement~! Pfft~ Even Your Majesty might find it hard to look away!”

“I… how could I!”

Little Luo Jia pouted, muttering softly. Then, somewhat shyly, he stepped forward and scooped up the little girl from the ground.

The elder succubus immediately gave him an ‘I understand~’ look, causing Luo Jia’s mouth to twitch involuntarily.

‘What a joke! I’m still a child, you know!’

“Alright, let me find a place to settle her, then we’ll retreat. We didn’t come all this way just to play!”

“As you command~”

And so, Luo Jia carried Allyrose to a long bench in the center of the grand cathedral. He gently set the little girl down from his arms. The young Demon Lord was just about to leave when little Allyrose suddenly tugged at his hand from behind.

“Brother… boo-hoo— Jason… Brother Jason… it hurts so much… Ally hurts so much…”

The girl sobbed softly, her consciousness hazy, as if speaking in a dream. After a long moment, the young Demon Lord sighed, then turned and gently stroked her forehead.

‘Hmm…’

‘This little girl is truly… so beautiful…’

Luo Jia’s heart skipped two beats. He then quickly cleared his throat softly, avoiding the elder succubus’s gaze, which seemed to ask, ‘Is Master entering puberty so early~?’ He turned back and softly comforted the girl:

“It’s alright, it’s alright, it doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m here with you, sleep now…”

“Mm… mm—”

The little girl, in her sleep, seemed to find a rare sense of peace. She then tightly gripped little Luo Jia’s hand. Moments later, a long-suppressed smile bloomed on her lips.

“Brother, you’re so good… Don’t leave me… I… I like Brother… I… I only have Brother now…”

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“Brother… Brother~”

Allyrose, still deep in her dream, suddenly let out a silly giggle, her hand tightly gripping the silver-haired boy’s. After a while, she suddenly felt… something was amiss.

‘No, wait, why does this hand feel so strange?’

‘Why are its textures so delicate, its palm so warm… so much so that gripping it makes the girl feel a tingling itch in her thighs and backside…’

‘Hiss—’

‘It’s little Luo Jia’s hand!’

Allyrose abruptly awoke from her long dream. Immediately, she saw Luo Jia, who was about to replace her cold compress, looking at her with a helpless expression.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. Allyrose’s memory went completely blank until, a moment later, the silver-haired boy chuckled softly and spoke:

“Good morning, Miss Allyrose, the top courtesan of the nightclub~ May I be so bold as to ask, who exactly is that ‘Brother~’ you were calling out just now?”

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