Damian's Subjects

"I want you to make me win in court so I can get the title of Duchess."

The corners of Damian's lips lifted, forming a broad smile. "As you wish, My Lady."

If Roxana wanted to reject Izekiel's marriage proposal, she needed to sit in a high position in her family. She could not let Rosaline get the title of the Duchess of Oberon because Roxana was sure her sister would not allow Roxana to reject Izekiel's proposal.

Because Rosaline would have such a disadvantage if Roxana rejected Izekiel's proposal, it was possible that the Grand Wizard no longer trusted Rosaline after he was humiliated by Roxana.

However, Roxana didn't care much about Rosaline because she wasn't in a position to care about others.

In her past life, Rosaline had never once defended her and even turned a blind eye when she knew Izekiel locked her in the Black Tower and saw Roxana's bruised body.

Rosaline's loyalty to Izekiel had scorched her blood relationship with Roxana.

Therefore, Roxana decided not to care about Rosaline anymore.

It would be better if they never had to meet again in this life.

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Roxana pushed open the manor door that was already standing firmly as before. The traces of the fire had disappeared, and the entire building looked precisely like the Oberon Manor back then.

When Roxana stepped into the manor, the first thing she saw was the two staircases at the right and left corners of the hall. The stairs, which were covered in red carpet, led to the second floor.

Roxana raised her head, then saw the candle chandeliers hanging from the main room's ceiling. The chandeliers were covered in white crystals that would refract a yellowish light when the candles were lit.

"I just realized this place is so spacious." Roxana turned around to see the entire interior of the mansion. "In the past, I always looked down whenever I walked around in the manor."

She did that because she didn't want to see the servants or soldiers who would only gossip behind her back after seeing her.

However, now there were no more people in the manor, so Roxana no longer needed to bow her head.

"My palace in hell is twenty times more magnificent than your residence." Damian did not even look interested as he followed Roxana around the mansion. "Are you going to hire new servants and soldiers?"

Roxana stopped walking. She placed her hand on the guardrail on the second floor, then watched the first-floor hall from above. "I'm not sure. I can't trust anyone in Vithia."

Every people in the Kingdom of Vithia had always had great trust in the Grand Wizard, so those people would probably hate Roxana once she rejected Izekiel's proposal.

"Should I hire people from outside the Vithia Kingdom?" Roxana put her hand to her chin as she thought. "However, I will have trouble checking their backgrounds."

Roxana did not want to hire people she could not fully trust. Moreover, bringing people from outside the kingdom would doubtlessly cost a lot of extra money.

Most of the money left by her father had already been used to repair the burnt manor, so Roxana did not want to spend more money while she had yet to take over the family business.

"I can summon some people who can be servants and soldiers in this manor," Damian said suddenly.

Roxana turned her head, and she frowned in confusion. "Where do you want to summon those people from?"

Damian smiled slightly, then snapped his fingers three times. "Hell."

Right after Damian snapped his fingers, a huge ring of fire appeared in the center of the hall. Roxana blocked her eyes with her arm as the red color of the flames burned so bright and hot.

Slowly, the ring of fire formed a black gate whose door surface was engraved with the symbol of a bull's head with red eyes.

Soon, the gate opened and spewed hot steam that filled the manor. Roxana waved her hand in front of her face to dispel the smoke obscuring her vision.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Prince!" an unfamiliar voice rang out in the mansion, making Roxana surprised that someone had suddenly entered the manor without her knowledge.

When the mist created by the hot steam began to dissipate, Roxana was finally able to see five per-maybe demons kneeling in the hall. They all bowed their heads and closed their eyes as if they were not brave enough to stare at the person before them.

Their appearance was similar to humans, but they had two horns on their heads. Every time they opened their mouths, Roxana could see fangs sticking out of the corners of their lips.

"Who ... who are they?" Roxana stepped back as her chest felt tight when she got too close to those strange people.

Damian walked in front of Roxana, then covered her body with his back. As Roxana stood behind Damian, she no longer felt suffocated as the heavy aura emanating from the demons was blocked by him.

"Isn't it obvious?" Damian looked back so he could glance at Roxana. "They are all my subjects in hell."

Just as Roxana was about to speak, she was startled by Damian's sudden behavior of jumping from the second to the first floor. Roxana hurriedly approached the guardrail and saw Damian already standing before the five demons.

It was only when Roxana took a closer look at their appearance did she realize two of the five demons were women.

They lowered their heads further down until their foreheads touched the floor when Damian approached them.

"My Prince, I was shocked when I heard you went to the human realm because someone summoned you," said a man who had the tallest and most muscular body among them. His voice sounded very heavy, and for some reason, Roxana felt burdened by his voice.

When Roxana was off guard, the demon raised his head and aimed his gaze right at Roxana. Her body suddenly felt hot, as if she was standing in a burning furnace.

"Is she the human who has dared to summon you, Your Highness?"

His eyes narrowed sharply, and he clenched his fist tightly. From the look in his eyes, Roxana was sure that the demon wanted to kill her because Roxana felt that her neck was being strangled by something that had no form.

"Azazel."

Damian's low voice echoed throughout the manor, sending chills that made his subjects freeze. He then raised his right hand, then swung it so quickly that Roxana could not see the movement.

Crash!

Blood suddenly gushed out of Azazel's eyes. On the other side, Damian was wiping his bloodied nails with a handkerchief. His red eyes flashed anger at his subject. "Who gave you permission to hurt my master?"

Azazel suddenly lowered his head so Roxana's body no longer felt suffocating or burning. She held her neck, then tried to inhale as much air as possible.

"Forgive me, My Lord." Azazel closed his eyes, letting his blood flow down his face. "I was too foolish to think you wanted us to kill the human who humiliated you."

Damian chuckled. "She humiliated me? Azazel, I am the one who humiliates her."

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[Theatrical Mini]

Roxana: Why do demons always use dramatic ways when they come to the human realm? All of you were always making me cough with hot steam!

Damian: Because we are hot!