Using the Teleportation Gate, Shami brought the purple-haired girl back to the Maple Forest Clearing.

"Wait, what is this?"

Elze widened her eyes, watching helplessly as she moved with the tentacles, passing through the Teleportation Gate, and arrived at a clearing surrounded by maple trees.

[...Shami...only a few days after leaving the three ladies...you're already into such exciting games, ahem...]

The Wisteria Tree Spirit saw the purple-haired girl bound by tentacles, and the vines slightly quivered.

[Wouldn't the three ladies get angry if they found out about this, ahem...]

"Is it actually a Tree Spirit?!"

The purple-haired girl's eyes glanced around the clearing.

"And a Pink Minotaur! A giant Slime!"

"I'll explain the situation to you later. Help me keep watch around."

Shami didn't have time to bother with the Tree Spirit. After ensuring the surroundings were safe, magic power appeared in his palm to engulf the two of them.

[Name: Demon King Skill: Drawing Prison]

[Content: Demonic Qi engulfs the surroundings, creating a shadowy void around the Demon King, forming a dark and spooky prison cell.]

Soon, dense black mist engulfed the two of them, creating a square black space with walls flowing with black gas on all sides.

Before the Demon King Castle was fully constructed, entering the Mini Demon King Castle was a troublesome affair.

This confinement cell was precisely the space Shami created, with its original space coming from a room inside the Mini Demon King Castle.

However, Shami took this room out separately and, using spatial skills, crafted a space that could be used without entering the Mini Demon King Castle, eventually creating a small cell specifically for interrogations.

"I can smell a strong Minotaur presence! Lord Shami! Could you please explain this to me later?"

Seeing Shami and Elze enveloped in a square block of black airflow, the Pink Minotaur sadly hammered the ground.

"Miss Lureya! Lord Shami and the dark-skinned girl are playing captivity play! Did you sense it?!"

Inside the dark and eerie prison cell.

The purple-haired girl tightly closed her eyes, always unwilling to open them.

"I know the rules: once I've seen you, I'm done for, right?"

"It's too late to do things like this now!"

Shami chuckled lightly.

"And senselessly, why would I want to kill you?"

The purple-haired girl's eyes widened in panic. She was entirely flustered, swallowing nervously, her eyes trembling as she looked at Shami.

"Are you, are you from the Demon Race?"

Shami slowly walked to the side of the purple-haired girl.

"To be more precise, I am the Demon King."

The purple-haired girl's knees weakened, but under the control of the tentacles, she remained standing.

"Ac, actually I quite like the Demon Race."

The purple-haired girl forced a smile from the corners of her mouth.

"You don't need to say those flattering words, I'm not the Adventurers Guild, where you must only speak good things and not bad ones."

Shami looked at the purple-haired girl with full interest.

"Tell me, why can you so easily transform into someone else's appearance?"

The purple-haired girl pursed her thin lips, whispering softly.

"I can't quite remember, it seems one night after sleeping, I woke up and knew this ability..."

"Then tell me something about the Dragon Race."

The purple-haired girl blinked her eyes.

"I'm not really sure about that. Although I have some dragon lineage, I'm really not familiar with them."

"...Then tell me, where have you stashed the money you earned as a shape-shifting thief, and what's the password to your bank card?"

"Actually, doing this job is very tiring... There's no fixed work schedule... Often working through the night on plans for a single target... No medical insurance when injured... So at the end of the year, I can't really save much money..."

The purple-haired girl turned her little face, muttering.

Shami sighed.

The purple-haired girl seemed to confess everything, yet it was all useless chatter, without directly answering his questions.

Surrounding magic power surged, Shami took the Heart of the Demon King's Castle from the Demon King Ring, connecting the space here with a room space inside the Heart of the Demon King's Castle.

Then he opened the Teleportation Gate and entered the Mini Demon King Castle.

Soon, he pushed a table filled with various tools through the Teleportation Gate, while also placing many devices around the purple-haired girl.

The purple-haired girl glanced at the chairs with shackles, crosses, and various metallic and branding tools used for torturing prisoners around her, feeling increasingly uneasy.

"I originally wanted to have a good chat with you, but since you're unwilling to cooperate and keep lying, I can only use a bit more forceful methods."

Shami started putting on gloves, then picked up a long, thin metal needle from the table behind him, slowly walking to the side of the purple-haired girl.

"Wh, what are you planning to do..."

"There's an old saying in the Demon Race, 'A wise man knows when to retreat.' With all these implements here, I think one of them will be able to pry open your mouth."

Shami glanced at the purple-haired girl.

The purple-haired girl looked at the long, thin metal needle, her face sweating coldly, and her mental defenses collapsing.

"Are you going to stick that directly into my skin?"

"Of course not, that's too brutal."

Shami shook his head.

The purple-haired girl let out a sigh of relief.

"It's to pluck the scales from your back one by one."

"That's even more brutal!"

The purple-haired girl began to struggle vigorously, but after a moment, her face returned to calm.

Now that she had seen the Demon King's true face, Shami would not easily let her go.

If she told the Demon King what he wanted to know, she would undoubtedly die.

She must maintain her value!

"Do it, I won't say anything anyway."

The purple-haired girl bit her lower lip.

Compared to dying, the purple-haired girl was willing to endure some pain and then look for an opportunity to escape.

As long as she got a chance to move freely, she could definitely escape!

Seeing this, Shami calmly put down the metal needle in his hand and then stretched his hand.

He was just trying to scare the purple-haired girl.

Since the purple-haired girl didn't intend to confess, he would have to take real action.

To truly detect the information, he still had to rely on the Demon King's innate skill.

"Then I'll just do it myself."

"Eh?"

The purple-haired girl lifted her head, looking at Shami.

Shami's hand slowly rose, his right hand gently cradling the right cheek of the purple-haired girl, making her freeze.

[Demon King's Detection] activated.

[Name: Elze]

[Race: Dragon Race]

[Age: 19]

[Status: Ashamed]

Shami slightly frowned.

"You lied to me, Elze, you're a Dragon Race maiden, not some human-dragon hybrid with a dragon's bloodline."

"Wait! Can you see my status?"

"Of course. I have the ability to understand biological species."

The purple-haired girl anxiously looked at Shami, speechless, her neck gradually turned red, seemingly sinking into despairing shame.

"By the looks of this, you know everything..."

Shami repeatedly checked the detected basic information and found nothing peculiar.

But when he raised his head to look at the purple-haired girl, he discovered her face was extremely red and she seemed to be filled with quite a bit of unidentified awkwardness.

The purple-haired girl seemed to think he had accidentally discovered her most important secret!

Wherever could that secret be?

Shami pondered.

On her identity!

The purple-haired girl had always emphasized that she was merely someone with dragon blood, denying she was a Dragon Race.

Yet the detection showed she was a Dragon Race maiden.

This indicated that regarding her race, there were some things she was unwilling to reveal.

Shami pinched his chin with his fingers, starting to pry.

"Elze, I finally understand why you haven't resisted at all."

"..."

"It's because you're too weak. Apart from you, no dragon would become a thief, right..."

"..."

The purple-haired girl's cheeks grew increasingly ashamed, even turning gloomy.

"Does an extremely weak dragon get ostracized by the Dragon Race? Is that why you're wandering the continent? Do you even count as a dragon, with no sense of existence?"

Shami's last words made the purple-haired girl's face flush with anger.

"What are you talking about?! Even if you're a Demon King, you should respect others a bit! Why do you get to question someone's right to exist?!"

The purple-haired girl looked at Shami in utter shame and anger.

"I was born this way, there's nothing I can do! I'm a human-influenced dragon, don't compare me to other dragons!"

"Besides! Ch, chameleons are dragons too!"

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