The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)-Chapter 689: The eighty kids’ wetdream

Demon letter?! Did Sore just say demon letters? In a human’s diary?

It was just surprise after surprise.

"Ah, I did teach him our letters," Aunt Nezja said. "I thought it would be good for us to have this kind of exchange."

Ah, that explained it.

[However, it was only the letter. When I read it, it did not make sense in demon tongue]

"Huh?"

[It was human language written with demon letters]

At that moment, Aunt Nezja gave us enlightenment. "The code..."

Oh! Right--Sagan did mention that some information was written in a code. He just didn’t know that it wasn’t a code but a demon letter. Unlike in the other realms, the church strictly prohibited humans from learning or even knowing demon letters, so even a scholar like Sagan probably had no idea.

Not to mention, Aunt Nezja was probably teaching Sangen the archaic form of the demon letters, not the widely used common ones.

At any rate, we had to see it for ourselves first.

"When will the package arrive?" I asked Sore.

[We are sending it now, Young Master. It was quite far from L’Anaak Eed, so it will be tomorrow morning at the fastest]

"Okay, tell them to be careful. Tell the team looking for the safe house to be on standby."

[By your command]

Phew...tomorrow morning, huh? I guessed there was nothing instant. Even on Earth, it took time to send a package to a different city, much less a different continent. It was already amazing that they could get it to us in a day.

"At least, it doesn’t seem like he was lying," I exhaled in relief.

Also...the fact that Sangen wrote in demon letters meant the writing was done for himself or, in the event that someone else could read it, only demons could. If Sagan’s words were true, half the content of the diary was probably his report on the church’s suspicious activity, which led to the attack on the Druid Kingdom. Most likely, this report was made for the Society.

Or rather...

I glanced at Aunt Nezja, who was staring at her tea silently. "We had hope," she said quietly, almost in a whisper, as if she was in a daze. "If we could re-establish the Old Covenant back then, we might be able to meet. It was...unfortunate."

Ah...if we thought about the time, Sangen was probably past middle age already. He wouldn’t live for much longer, a couple of decades, if he was lucky. Perhaps their meeting wouldn’t result in anything, but...it could be a sweet memory.

Truly...unfortunate.

Aunt Nezja exhaled harshly once and blinked away her remembrance. "Well, let’s see the diary first before contacting Sagan."

"Right," I nodded. "Oh, Auntie..."

"Yes?"

I chewed the inside of my cheek. It felt awkward asking this after her--kind of--confession, but...

"Would it be okay if I show the stone to Izzi?"

She tilted her head. "The elf? Your inventor friend?"

"Yes..."

"Ah," she placed her cup on the table. "Do you want to replicate this device?"

"If it’s possible," I smiled wryly. "Maybe not in that shape, but..."

"Sure, you can show him," she nodded. "Just...I’d like it if it can be returned to me without any damage."

"Of course!" I replied immediately. "I’ll make sure to tell him to treat this carefully!"

I would even tell him to wear gloves so there wouldn’t be any contamination!

"Yes, I would be grateful if you do," Aunt Nezja smiled, thankfully. "When will they come?"

"Hmm...she said it’d be either today or tomorrow."

"I see," she stood up and lightly patted her dress, before raising her head to look at the second floor. "Then, I’ll have fun playing with my grandson."

As if responding to her, I heard my son’s first cry that day, calling out for me. We laughed and walked together to the nursery, distracting ourselves with other things.

* * *

"We’re here!"

That evening, an hour before dinner, the living room’s door opened with a bang. Jade jumped up--first because he got startled, and then because of joy.

"Zia!"

"Jade!"

The little boy and the succubus ran toward each other, hugging tightly as if they hadn’t met for years. "Zia! Jade miss Zia!"

"Oh, me too!" Zia rubbed her cheeks on Jade’s before her gaze landed on the mole watching them in interest. "Who is this?"

Jade stepped back from the succubus’s arms and picked up the mole. "This is Shiny! The one we meet in ruin!"

"Oh-ho! Our family is expanding?"

"Yes! Oh, Zia should meet Stan too!"

"Stan? Who is that again?"

"Oh, oh--Jade have to tell Zia everything!" the little boy pulled Miss Clan Head to the couch. "Come!"

While Zia was busy getting enlightened by Jade, I grabbed Izzi’s hand and dragged him to the second floor. "Izzi, this way."

"What?" Izzi frowned as I forcefully took him away before he could even sit down after his long journey. "Why are you making that face?"

"What face?"

"The face of someone who’s going to give me a lot of work..."

I turned toward him and smirked. "Oh, aren’t you sharp?"

"The hell?!"

I pressed my fingers over his lips before pushing him inside the drawing room. "Wait--this is important."

The golden eyes narrowed. "You’ll pay me, right?"

"You’ll get a cut of the patent anyway, tsk!" I rolled my eyes and placed a puzzle box on the table. The Heart of the Forest was placed on the ’cage’ where Shwa used to stay--on the locket of my necklace--so I used the box to safely store the stone disk instead. "Just look at this first."

Izzi tilted his head. "What is this? A primitive tablet?"

"A pager," I replied, throwing a pair of gloves at the elf. "Or something like that."

"What?"

I briefly explained what this stone functions as, leaving the bits about the Society and the owner. That wasn’t my secret to tell. But Izzi didn’t care about those kinds of details anyway--just the tools.

"Dang..." he exclaimed while--finally--wore the glove I have him.

"Right?" I wiggled my brows. There was no way an inventor wouldn’t be interested in this--even the borderline crook one like Izzi. "What do you think?"

"It certainly is interesting," Izzi crouched in front of the table and observed the stone without touching it excessively, finally showing his serious side. "Text communication is available in this world, but it needs big machinery--like sending a telegram with a whole photocopy machine. Most of the practices also require decoding, which is a drag."

"Right..."

"But this makes things simpler," the golden eyes gleamed as Izzi swiped his fingers along the side of the disk, where the formations were carved. "I wonder who made this..."

"We have no idea, but Aunt Nezja received it from a human."

"Huh..." he blinked and returned the stone disk even more carefully with a rigid expression--perhaps because he heard it was owned by Aunt Nezja.

Heh--he must have witnessed how scary she was since he stayed in Lust with Zia. Well, that was good. I didn’t even have to warn him to treat this stone carefully--he already did so with high caution.

"Uhh...do you want me to replicate this?"

"Oh, come on! You’re so boring!" I clicked my tongue. "What have you been doing all this time? Just being lovey-dovey with Zia?"

"I don’t want to hear that from you!" he hissed.

"Fair," I shrugged. "But come on! Who are we? Who are you?"

I spread my arms wide. How could someone who wanted to make a modern gun in this fantasy world think no further than ’replication’ when he saw a seed of invention?!

He looked at me with squinting eyes. "Did you say pager?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, but...we can do more than that, right?"

Damn, dude--I even requested it a long time ago! He tilted his head and finally, the golden eyes gleamed brighter. "...a cellphone?"

"Bingo!"

He might not live in the smartphone era, but a cell phone with a call and messaging function should be available, right? I wasn’t crazy to think that I could make a smartphone in this world, but certainly, something that combined a communication orb with this stone disc should be within reach.

Izzi sighed in exasperation. "I told you, we’ll need a network for that."

"Can’t we use mana as a network? Like my teleportation token," I dangle the medallion that Uncle Sol made.

It basically used unique mana reading to determine the target of movement, just like the communication orb. We just needed to find out how the device could read multiple mana codes--which I certainly couldn’t, but hey, that was where these inventors excelled at, wasn’t it?

"Hmm..." Izzi frowned deeply, but I could tell from the shine of his golden eyes that he was more and more intrigued. "Damn--let me think this through."

"Good job!" I patted his back. Willingness was half the step toward true invention!

He sighed and massaged his temple, probably thinking about the time he would have to spend on this project. "Why are you asking me anyway? I’m a weapon specialist."

"Aina is in a church attack mission, and Neel is studying golem with D’Ara," I shrugged.

"Huh..."

I smirked and bragged a little bit. "We get a robocop."

He looked at me silently for a few seconds before standing up. "What the fuck?!" he glared at me with eyes akin to a pair of blazing suns. "And you didn’t tell me?!"

...oh, right; he was an eighty kid.