Although he was speaking in the third person, it was clear that the person—or rather, the corpse—he was referring to was herself!

"The Colin Family eventually learned everything, but they wouldn't feel sorry for this foolish heir for even a second, because not only did the idiot do something stupid, willingly becoming a tool in the hands of the Dragon Family, but also managed to bungle the whole affair. As for you, you can pretend you didn't know you were the Colin Family's illegitimate child at all, as if you've just crushed a vampire mercenary... In fact, if it weren't for that stupid heir telling you himself, you would have remained ignorant, wouldn't you?"

"As for the second option, you could just snap that guy's neck, likewise pretending you were unaware of his identity, and declare to the arena that the Dragon Family cheated, automatically scoring the victory for this match. The so-called heir would then become the Colin Family's shame, a true shame. Compared to the first option, this might not be the most emotionally intelligent move, and insulting one's own Family brings no benefits but harm, but it must feel quite satisfying, doesn't it?"

Looking at Vivian, whose eyes had become utterly hopeless, Luo Yan chuckled, abandoning the third-person tone and continued speaking.

"Actually, there is a third option, which is based on the second one, allowing you to live and endure this shame. It's troublesome that you saw me use Holy Light, but the burn from Holy Light and the burn from fire are actually not so different, are they?"

"You can't prove that I used Holy Light, I could say it was a hallucination you had while at death's door, or I could even claim that you tried to use Holy Water on me and ended up injuring yourself instead. Besides, I am the Demon King, and I'm the victor who won fair and square. Do you think people will believe me or a cutthroat little devil like you?"

Luo Yan slightly loosened his grip on her throat with his left hand, while the other held a wand, touching it to her pale neck.

"Don't... don't kill me... I... I am your sister..."

"Finally remembering that when death is upon you?"

"No... please..."

"Die, Colin Family has no need for such immature heirs. I'm really not from your family, your very existence is the greatest blasphemy to the Colin Family."

In the last second before sending her to meet her great-grandmother, Luo Yan released his grip, watching her and the ludicrously comical funeral attire both slide down the wall onto the floor, like a worn-out rag.

Vivian, with her knees touching the ground, wept while coughing violently, her hands covering her reddened neck as though she had just been pulled ashore from drowning.

"Wuu..."

She, who hadn't cried once in a decade, finally broke into tears, the size of beans, splashing one by one onto her knees.

Looking at the young girl crying miserably, Luo Yan felt not a shred of guilt in his heart.

After all, he was never one to pity or indulge women.

Let alone the fact that he was the Demon King.

"Considering we share the same father, your life is spared. If you were an adventurer, you would probably be rotting in my dungeon by now. But I'm telling you, next time you won't be so lucky, because I will really kill you, instead of just spanking you on behalf of our father."

"There is a secret passage leading outside in the basement of Black Wind Castle, hidden behind a row of empty barrels, something the Padric Family told me about. Although I've no use for it, you might want to try, unless you've already thought of another way to leave this place."

Stopping there, Luo Yan paused for two seconds, his gaze falling on the collar around her neck and the red marks from his grip.

He added one more sentence afterward.

"You can remove the collar yourself, and if our father asks how you got the mark on your neck, tell him it was my doing."

The aforementioned strategies were devised for the sons flushed with wild ambition.

However, it was just his luck that he had no interest in inheriting the Colin Family at all. All he wanted was to live carefree in his own way.

Therefore, he chose the fourth option.

Just as he had chosen to go to the remote edges of Hell to become the Demon King.

Picking up the banner discarded by the goblins, Luo Yan stepped beyond the grand hall, casting air-based spells to leap towards the highest part of the ruins.

He had originally planned to look around for loot, but now he had completely lost the mood for it.

Looking at the vanishing figure at the entrance of the grand hall, Vivian bit her blanched lips, her eyes red and brimming with tears.

In them was not only fear and humiliation but also many things she herself couldn't articulate.

Over the past sixteen years, she never doubted that she was the pride of the Colin Family, a rising new star in the Demon City.

After all, reaching the Gold Level at the mere age of sixteen was extremely rare even among High-level Demons...

Keep in mind that many senior students and even graduates of the Magic City Demon Academy were merely at the peak of Silver Level.

Even her respected grandfather, the left-hand man of the Demon God—Prince Caesar Colin himself had only reached Gold Level at the age of eighteen!

Even the Minister of Military Affairs in the Demon God Cabinet had confirmed her abilities and talent, who else had the right to refute her correctness?

Upon further reflection, it seemed even the academy professors didn't dare to defy her; everyone she met spoke to her in a placating tone.

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