If you want to be a servant, I will follow you, but it is also my choice to want to give you a ring.
Although I don't understand what you are afraid of, this ring is my promise, and I will protect you until the last moment of my life."
After a moment of silence, she pulled Qinuo's hand.
"Young Master, squat down for a moment."
Qinuo squatted down as he was told, and before he could react, a delicate kiss was planted on his lips. This kiss was soft and brief, yet full of deep affection.
"I love you, Young Master, but I only want to be your servant."
Her voice was as soft as a spring breeze, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were full of love.
"I love you too."
Qinuo responded, reaching out and pulling her tightly into his embrace, as if to knead her into his life.
The passersby around them were all shocked by this scene. Although this country was known for its freedom, she still looked like a minor!
Some people had already stopped, dumbfounded, and then reacted, preparing to call the police.
There were also a few burly men walking over angrily, rolling up their sleeves, ready to deal with Qinuo.
"What are you all staring at! Run!" Gwen rushed over, pulling her and Qinuo to run.
Pamela and Venom followed closely, holding Damian.
"Haha, isn't this interesting, Damian."
"Hmm."
"Venom Sister, stop laughing, we're about to be surrounded."
Thus, the scene of Qinuo and the beauties of various styles running wildly on the street was seen by everyone without any concealment.
Gwen ran hard in front, tightly holding her and Qinuo's hands, while Pamela and Venom struggled to keep up, holding Damian.
Their hair flew wildly in the wind, and their faces were either tense or excited.
Passersby turned their heads, some opened their mouths in surprise, some took out their phones to take pictures, and others pointed and discussed behind them.
At this moment, they became the most eye-catching presence on this street.
— — —
In the Demon King's palace, a teleportation gate quietly opened.
She slowly appeared from within, pacing through the dim corridor. The faint blue Firelight danced on the stone walls, illuminating her delicate face.
The corners of her mouth curved upwards from time to time, a gentle smile of happiness.
Although she wanted to stay by Young Master's side forever, there were many matters to deal with in Hell, and she couldn't leave for too long.
Arriving at her usual office area, angry voices came from inside.
"Why do demons still need to build toilets? Can't they just relieve themselves in the wild?"
"No, she said that those lands will all be used to build cities in the future, and cannot be defiled casually."
"I used to be just a grunt, I can't handle clerical work, and why can Hulk not come?"
"Hulk, he doesn't even recognize words, why would he come?"
"Damn it! When will that guy be back?"
"I don't know, probably two or three days! Also, I advise you to show her more respect. Maybe when she comes back next time, she'll already be the new Queen."
"Her? Turning into a little sprout, how is that possible…"
At this moment, the door was pushed open with a "creak."
The room instantly fell silent.
Bronski and Basa silently lowered their heads, pretending to be diligently handling their affairs.
Moira placed her pair of 'weapons' on the table, and her eyes lit up with surprise the moment she saw her.
"You're back so soon."
"Hmm, leave the rest of the work to me!"
Moira quickly made way, saying as if greatly relieved, "That's great, these words are making my head explode."
"Thank you for your hard work during this time."
She skillfully handled the affairs, saying without lifting her head.
"It's not hard work, I just find these words annoying. By the way, how are things going with you? Have you won over His Majesty? Will I be calling you Queen from now on?"
Moira leaned over with a gossipy expression, asking.
Bronski and Basa also pricked up their ears; they also knew what she, the Grand Steward of Hell, had been doing during her absence.
"Young Master is still my Young Master."
A gentle smile appeared on her face.
At the other desk.
Basa straightened his back, the corners of his mouth turned up high, and his face was full of arrogant expression.
"I knew it. How could His Majesty like your weak appearance?"
There seemed to be substantial Fire burning in his eyes, a deep disgust for her.
Even after being defeated by Qinuo, he would not fight her. In his eyes, she was just someone who had luckily won by relying on Hell's authority, and was not worthy of any respect at all.
Bronski, on the side, simply sat there silently handling documents, as if all the disputes around him had nothing to do with him. After all, the position of Grand Steward of Hell seemed unlikely to change.
And she seemed to not hear Basa's mockery, her movements in her hands remained orderly, not affected by Basa's words in the slightest.
Moira suddenly turned her head, her eyes gleaming with a fierce, demon-like light, glaring at Basa as if she wanted to devour him alive.
Then, she quickly walked behind her, wrapped her arms tightly around her, her ample bosom resting like a soft pillow on her head.
"It's okay, come again next time."
Moira's voice was gentle.
"How about my body for your reference? Humans seem to really like my appearance. His Majesty also stared at me intently at first."
She gently rubbed her, trying to comfort her friend in this way.
The two of them had been together since they struggled in Hell, as weak as ants.
At that time, to protect the two of them, she was willing to scout ahead for those powerful demons, and was often bullied, in exchange for meager protection and pitifully little food.
And Moira, as a healing demon, always treated her when she was covered in wounds, bringing her back from the brink of Death again and again.
Once, when chosen by the former Demon King to go and meet the new Demon King, Moira originally didn't plan to go; she was afraid of unknown dangers.
But she held a glimmer of hope, wanting to take a gamble. On that crowded road, countless powerful demons squeezed them in the middle, but she never gave up, constantly changing her appearance, trying to attract the new Demon King's attention.
It wasn't until the last moment, when she had already given up, that she was called out by Qinuo and fortunately gained the authority of Hell.
The first thing she did after returning to Hell was to use that powerful authority to suppress all the demons who had once bullied her and Moira, whipping those demons fiercely like a goddess of vengeance, venting years of resentment.
Therefore, she always held deep gratitude for Qinuo, who had given her all this, a pious emotion like that of a believer towards a deity.
Her love for Qinuo was so complex, like a tangled mess intertwined in her heart.
Love, like a brilliant flower, bloomed in her heart, each petal filled with admiration for Qinuo. It was a seed planted when Qinuo, like a dazzling star, illuminated her World in the dark Hell.
However, fear also followed like a Shadow, like cold thorns entwining that flower of love.
She was afraid that this love would be as fragile as a bubble, afraid that her affection would be insignificant in Qinuo's eyes, and even more afraid of losing this hard-won warmth. In the vortex of these complex emotions, she was somewhat lost.
So she chose to become a servant, for as long as she was a servant, she would not be discarded.