All Chapters of DEMON KING'S Love Redemption : Chapter 11
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Chapter 11 The Secret Book of Darkness
The bone-chilling cold slowly ebbed away as the crimson light from the single eye on the cursed book's cover died out. In the hidden basement behind the Forbidden Sector's shelves, the sudden silence felt far heavier than the magical blast that preceded it. The dust that had been swirling frantically began to settle, coating the cracked stone altar in a fine layer of gray. Vann blinked repeatedly, forcing his glowing crimson pupils to fade back to a deep pitch-black before Freya could notice. His heart was racing, not out of fear for the book itself, but because of the horrific prophecy he had seen—a vision of him cradling Freya’s lifeless body. The sight had been far too vivid, an exact mirror of the nightmare that had haunted him every night since his reincarnation. "Vann..." Freya’s voice was trembling. She was still gripping Vann’s hand so tightly her knuckles were white. Her sea-blue eyes stared blankly at the now-dark altar. "What... w
Chapter 12 The Secret Book of Darkness 2
Vann offered a faint smile, one that actually didn't look menacing for once. "Because I want you to feel safe around me, Freya. If you feel I’m a threat, at least now you know how to 'tame' me. I don’t want any more swords between us." Freya was stunned. She turned her face away, trying to hide the blush creeping up to her ears. "Don't talk nonsense. I’m doing this for the safety of the academy. If you ever lose control, I won't hesitate to use these 'weapons' on you." "I look forward to it," Vann teased. Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed from the corridor above. The hidden door that had been tightly sealed swung open, spilling light from the library’s magic lamps into the basement. The sound of frantic footsteps hurried closer. "Vann! Freya! Where are you?!" Professor Mordred’s voice drifted toward them, sounding both anxious and intensely curious. "We have
Chapter 13 Cafe Incident
The morning air at Aethelgard Academy usually smelled of crisp dew and the scent of freshly baked wheat bread wafting from the central kitchens. But at seven o'clock sharp that morning, something entirely different was creeping through the corridors toward the main dining hall. It was an aroma so intoxicating it made one's stomach growl, yet it carried a bone-chilling sensation that prickled the back of the neck, as if Death itself were whipping up breakfast behind those doors. Vann stood in a corner of the communal kitchen provided for students, his hands moving with uncanny precision. Before him, a prime cut of lamb sizzled on a heavy cast-iron skillet. His jet-black eyes were fixed on the meat with a level of concentration usually reserved for high-level destruction spells, though he was merely trying to find the perfect balance of cumin and black pepper. Remember, Vann. Freya said demons are powerless against grilled lamb seasoned with ple
Chapter 14 Mana Pollution
Vann picked up a pair of chopsticks and held a piece of meat toward Freya's mouth. The entire cafeteria held its breath. This wasn't just breakfast; to them, it looked like a soul-offering ritual. Freya stared at the morsel. The scent of cumin mixed with that dark energy somehow triggered her primal instincts. As a hero destined to face the darkness, she possessed a strange, innate attraction to such energy—something she didn't yet understand. With a trembling hand, she took the chopsticks. She brought the meat to her lips. "Don't, Miss Freya!" one of the academy guards shouted. Nom. The second the meat touched her tongue, Freya's eyes went wide. The texture was remarkably tender, dissolving effortlessly on the tongue as a burst of spices exploded in a way that defied all human culinary logic. Yet, the most startling part was the energy it contained. Vann’s pure da
Chapter 15 The Forbidden Forest
The sky above Aethelgard Academy had lost its vibrant luster. As they ventured further from the safety of the castle's towering walls, the horizon bled into a stifling, pale gray. The Forbidden Forest, a jagged boundary between civilization and the lawless wild, loomed before the second-year students like a line of ancient giants watching their prey. Centennial Ironwood trees clawed at the heavens with gnarled, twisted branches, as if trying to ensnare the passing clouds. Vann adjusted his rucksack, his fingers occasionally brushing the hilt of the wooden practice sword at his hip. His ink-black eyes scanned the dense thickets with a sharpness no other student possessed. To him, this forest was more than just a site for field practice; it was a playground he had razed to the ground in his previous life. He knew every scent of the soil, every whisper of the wind, and every danger lurking behind the mist. "You look awfully serious, Vann. Are you
Chapter 16 The Protective Instinct
Freya heard the command. Taking a deep breath, she concentrated her mana into a single, brilliantly glowing arrow. She took aim, but just as she was about to release the shot, two Goblins lunged from the branches above, targeting her exposed shoulders. Vann, standing ten meters back, felt his heart skip a beat. The world around him suddenly slowed to a crawl. He could see every speck of dust drifting in the air, every twitch of the Goblins' muscles, and the flash of realization and fear in Freya’s eyes as she sensed the attack from above. The protective instinct of the Demon King, buried under millennia of regret, erupted in a single heartbeat. Vann didn't think. He no longer cared about his disguise. He didn't care if the whole world witnessed his darkness. Don't touch her. Vann slammed his foot against the earth. A wave of cold, hollow mana erupted from where he
Chapter 17 Single Snap of Death
The Forbidden Forest was no longer a mere site for a harrowing field exercise; it had transformed into a gargantuan maw, ready to swallow anyone who dared venture deeper. A frigid gray mist now slithered between the Ironwood trees, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the sharp, suffocating stench of sulfur. In the distance, the fading shrieks of fleeing goblins still echoed, creating a symphony of terror that made the students' skin crawl. Vann walked at the very back of the line, his shoulders slightly slumped, playing the part of an exhausted and shaken teenager. However, beneath his eyelids, his dark pupils pulsed with a hidden intensity. His senses, honed over centuries as a lord of darkness, caught something that had escaped both Professor Mordred's watch and Freya's sharp instincts. The ground beneath his feet was not merely still. There was a rhythmic pulse, faint but massive. It was a presence far more ancient and bloodthirsty than
Chapter 18 Snapped Fingers
Vann landed silently on the ground, tucked safely behind a large tree to remain unseen. He immediately suppressed his mana to zero, making his face look pale and frail. He slumped down, pretending to have fainted. An absolute silence descended upon the Forbidden Forest. Professor Mordred, Kael, and the other students stood up slowly, their faces masks of utter confusion. "Where... where did it go?" Kael asked, his voice trembling. "It was just there... and then it vanished?" Mordred walked toward the spot where the Goblin King should have been. He saw a small hole in the ground, ten meters deep but only the diameter of a fist. No remains, no blood. Only pure emptiness. "Total annihilation..." Mordred muttered, his eyes wide with terror. "It wasn't just destroyed... it was erased from existence. Who... who could have done this?" Meanwhile, Freya stood frozen. She hadn't seen Vann do it
Chapter 19 Freya Van Aethelgard
The moonlight draped over the Aethelgard Academy gardens in a cold, silver shroud, as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath to witness what would unfold beneath the ancient linden tree. A soft breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, but beneath the fragrance, Vann detected something far sharper—the metallic tang of ozone from the sacred mana beginning to pool in the air. Vann stepped slowly across the dew-slicked grass. Each footfall felt heavy, weighed down not by the physical exhaustion of the battle in the Forbidden Forest, but by the burden of secrets that burned like embers in his chest. Ahead of him stood the figure who had haunted his dreams across two lifetimes. Freya van Aethelgard. She stood with her back to him, her golden hair shimmering under the moon and cascading over her tense shoulders. She wasn't wearing her silver armor tonight, only a simple academy cloak, yet
Chapter 20 The Aethelgard Star Festival
Freya froze, her face flushing not with anger, but from the intensity of his words. She tried to pull away, but Vann’s grip was unyielding. The tension was electric, a collision of light and shadow. Realizing he had backed himself into a corner—and that Freya might report him to the Inquisition by dawn—Vann knew he had to pivot. He needed to disarm her suspicion with something unexpected, something "normal" for students their age.Vann took a long breath, summoning every ounce of his acting ability to play the part of an awkward teenager. "Besides..." Vann released her hand with a move that was suddenly stiff. He looked away, scratching the back of his head. "It would be quite difficult to explain why the Great Hero of Aethelgard died from a mere goblin scratch when I still haven't settled my debt of taking you to the festival." Freya blinked, her tears stopping as confusion took over. "Debt? What festival?" V