The demon at the neighboring table quickly attracted their attention. Except for Lady Tia, who was still weeping, the other demons looked towards this white demon who seemed quite gentle.

His movements were unhurried, and he stood confidently on the wooden-floored terrace.

"To love the important other as you love yourself… is a good thing."

He walked over, his voice soothing, still as relaxed as ever, holding a glass of fresh grape juice.

"But when you're ready to sacrifice yourself, you'll unconsciously find it easier to sacrifice the other person too."

The white demon raised his glass, as if toasting them.

"So, what should I do?"

Lady Tia didn't know why, but she instinctively answered this strange demon gentleman from the next table.

Perhaps it was because of the brief moment their eyes met, and she found his understanding and inclusive smile to be very sincere – such smiles were rare; it was as if, among the masses, only you made him feel a special respect.

This attitude showed that he fully understood you, believed in you without a doubt, and his view of you was exactly the impression you wanted to leave on him.

He stood quietly, his eyes reflecting the silver starlight in the sky.

Only now did they realize that he was holding not wine, but a crimson fruit juice. After the ice was added, wisps of cold air rose from the goblet, and droplets of water beaded on the glass. Compared to them, who had drunk a few glasses, he seemed to be always clear-headed.

"Sometimes, why don't we consider being a little more selfish? Maybe that would be a better choice for each other?"

As he approached, he naturally sat down on the sofa at their table. Facing them was only a courteous gentleman, speaking politely, his manner like that of a teacher specializing in aristocratic etiquette.

"..."

Lady Tia was silent for a moment.

"I don't dare…"

Her voice grew smaller, and she clenched her hands.

"There are too many lonely souls in the world, all afraid to take the first step. Perhaps your cousin, Lord Leiming, has been waiting for you. He is also very confused, just waiting for a word from you to tighten his heart."

The white demon advised.

Although he looked young, his carefully chosen words revealed him to be a more mature demon sage, as if he had read countless demon stories.

The faint aroma of the open-air dining table and the soft lighting gradually made the tearful Tia feel at ease.

The white demon smiled slightly, his eyes full of welcome and understanding, his posture upright but his body slightly leaning forward, indicating that he was wholeheartedly listening to the other demons' stories.

When he spoke, his pace was unhurried and very clear, each word seeming to have been carefully considered. His voice was soft and magnetic, and when explaining complex concepts, he would use simple and concrete metaphors to help them understand better.

Apart from Tia, the other young demons at the table also began to ask him questions like students, from their own worries to the difficulties of their families or the current state of the country, hoping he could answer their questions.

The white demon's eyes remained focused, often nodding in understanding.

His face often showed expressions of reassurance and encouragement, and when the demons were lost, he would give practical advice.

"Actually, you're already great. Be bolder, do what you should do, and don't let the inner irritability and anxiety destroy the precious enthusiasm and determination in your heart."

Like a therapist, he smoothed out the uneven, noisy hearts of all the demons.

Soon, although they didn't know him well, they gradually became old acquaintances, as if they were old classmates reuniting.

Lady Tia, as if having untied a knot in her heart, was unconsciously immersed in the words of this gentleman.

"Don't worry, if you encounter any difficulties in your communication with Lord Leiming next, you can come to me at any time, and I will give you advice."

"Thank you."

Lisandra mostly listened quietly to the side.

When Lisandra came to her senses, she suddenly realized, was this the real upper-class demon nobility? In just a few minutes, he had already obtained the seeds of friendship with Lord Leiming's family.

At least Lady Tia was now willing to listen to him and ask him questions.

Obviously, he lived nearby, because he was telling the demons at the table that he had ordered a hydrofoil magic device the day before and was preparing to try to cross the sea quickly to Nika Island on the other side. If they were interested, they could all go together next time.

"Miss Lisandra, if you work at the palace, why don't I give you a ride tomorrow morning? So you don't have to go all the way around."

When the music and entertainment programs in the hall temporarily paused, the Radiant Demon gentleman had already turned to Lisandra and asked with a smile.

"What time specifically?"

Lisandra subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But the thought of saving the commute, maybe she could sleep an extra hour...

For her, who had drunk and stayed up late, it was an irresistible temptation.

"Whenever is convenient for you, I'll wait for you."

He replied casually.

"Thank you!"

Lisandra said gratefully.

Just as Lisandra was about to ask his name to thank him, he smiled slightly.

"Did you have a good time relaxing?"

The Radiant Demon asked.

"Yes, it was a very good day."

Lisandra replied, turning to look at her new friend at the same time.

"This banquet is very special to me. I haven't even met the host yet. I live over there..."

Lisandra pointed to the fence in the distance in the night.

"Tonight, McCarthy sent his butler to invite me."

She finally confessed.

At this moment, no other nobles felt that it was inappropriate for her to come to the restaurant by invitation. They were even surprised that she could receive McCarthy's invitation.

"..."

The Radiant Demon looked at Lisandra, a natural look of confusion on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Lisandra didn't know why the other party reacted that way, and only felt as if she had done something wrong.

Suddenly, she also noticed a problem.

Why was this Radiant Demon gentleman…

So sure that she was going to the palace across the bay from this area tomorrow for work?

"I am McCarthy."

The Radiant Demon said with a helpless smile.

"Huh?!"

Lisandra exclaimed, covering her mouth in shock.

"I'm sorry! I actually talked to you for so long before recognizing you."

She quickly added.

Not only her, but the other demons at the table were also stunned.

The legendary demon, so mysterious that he was almost a legend, had actually been chatting with them like a friend for so long.

"It's okay. I thought you had seen me when you first moved here. It seems I'm not considerate enough as the owner of the restaurant."

Lanci said with a smile, formally introducing himself to everyone.

After shaking hands with the stunned young demons one by one.

Without chatting for a few more sentences.

Lanci's butler hurried over, saying that the Minister wanted to talk to him alone.

"I'm sorry, then I'll have to excuse myself. Miss Lisandra, see you tomorrow."

He stood up and said goodbye, bowing slightly to Lisandra and the other demons, and picked up the small, sleeping figure on the sofa next to him.

Until he walked away.

"He is… Roch McCarthy?"

Lady Tia on the sofa was still muttering to herself as if waking from a dream.

In the process of chatting all the way over, they had imagined and guessed many images about McCarthy, but they had never thought that McCarthy would be such an amiable demon.

In the materialistic demon world, he always seemed to be able to maintain the pure land in his heart, completely unlike an upper-class demon who could climb to a high position.

But recalling his conversation with them, everything seemed reasonable again. He did have an extraordinary charm.

"Alas, it's a pity he's not a great demon. Otherwise, I feel that if he was the one marrying the princess, maybe that unfortunate princess could also find happiness."

Tia sighed with relief.

Although Mr. McCarthy promised to help her realize her love, she also knew that Mr. McCarthy was comforting her with a joke.

"I want to imagine that too. I want the princess to be happy more than anyone else. I feel that a demon like Mr. McCarthy is a good match for the princess."

Lisandra looked up at the starry sky and muttered to herself.

However, it was obvious that McCarthy was not a demon who was good at fighting, as anyone could tell.

In any case, tomorrow there would finally be some fresh things to tell the princess.

Because of the vampire investigator incident, the princess had a headache all afternoon and probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

But Lisandra inexplicably heard the princess's prayers were strange words like "Don't deduct her merits," "Let her handle it peacefully herself," and "She can do it."

The princess must be under too much mental pressure.

Lisandra could only pray for the princess that the vampire detective wouldn't really catch a demon murderer in the Demon King's castle tomorrow.

(End of Chapter)