On the balcony, Shami finally let the white-haired girl carry the ice cream bucket and run back to the room.
Because during the argument, the two had quite a bit of physical contact, the white-haired girl, feeling covered in Shami’s scent, hurriedly returned to her room.
The extra Shami energy from today must be placed on the bed, used as backup hidden energy!
Shami looked at the white-haired girl disappearing down the hallway, shaking his head helplessly.
He’d been tricked by his Demon Envoy and played a game of ice cream feeding play on the balcony.
The threat from the Demon King inside shouldn’t be taken lightly either.
Shami slowly left the balcony, walked down the hallway towards his room.
But he didn’t walk far, stopping at the Magical Girl’s room door, opening it.
Magical Girl hiding behind the door staggered a bit, almost falling onto Shami.
The two exchanged glances.
Magical Girl seemed a bit awkward.
"You heard everything, didn’t you?"
Shami looked at the somewhat disheveled Magical Girl.
Magical Girl nodded, looking uncertainly.
"Bits and pieces, some things weren’t heard because they were too quiet."
Magical Girl asked softly.
"Were you proposing just now...?"
But the next moment, she saw Shami’s outstretched palm also held a ring.
"Eh? I’m included too?"
Magical Girl stared at the ring in a daze.
If proposing to her, the Demon King definitely has the identity qualification, but feelings still need to be slowly developed.
Shami repeated his previous words.
Instead of having to tell the Magical Girl again later, it was better to give her the ring now as well.
"Though now it’s just an ordinary ring, it will gradually develop storage, communication, and other functions later. It can maintain our connection."
"So it really is a business ring."
Magical Girl was slightly surprised, thinking that was the Demon King’s clumsy proposal speech.
Though it’s a business ring, the act of wearing a ring represents too many meanings, once accepted, if others see the Saintess suddenly wearing a ring, it would cause plenty of discussions.
Otherwise, the Magical Girl wouldn’t have chosen a bracelet as a storage tool.
From this perspective, she shouldn’t accept it.
But after accepting it, she doesn’t have to wear it either. And wearing it on the hand as a Storage Ring is a perfectly reasonable excuse.
From this perspective, she can accept it.
However, Magical Girl had never accepted gifts like rings before, especially since it’s from the Demon King. What if he takes advantage later to exploit his subordinates?
From this perspective, she shouldn’t accept it.
But truth be told, you’ve already plucked flowers from Saili, and importantly, he forgave you. Are you not thinking too negatively with your previous thought!
From this perspective, she can accept it.
Magical Girl’s brain continuously struggled, hesitating, her small mouth mumbling.
"Want it, but not entirely."
Magical Girl’s left hand slowly lifted, her slender neck slightly blushing unintentionally.
"Since it’s a business ring, why wouldn’t I want it..."
Since she’s already set her grand ambition to conquer the Demon King, she certainly can’t lose herself along the way.
And this ring serves as the perfect reminder.
After accepting it, if her heart gradually gets eroded by various temptations, she can lick the ring, reminding the Magical Girl not to forget the shame of being subdued and determined to capture the Demon King as a slave!
Shami paused for a moment.
Then go ahead and wear it yourself.
Don’t imitate that dumb flat-haired golden retriever, extending a little hand and not moving.
Assembly line operation.
He grabbed the Magical Girl’s soft jade-like hand, placing the ring onto her slender white ring finger, mission accomplished.
"Why do I feel like you’re being so perfunctory, Shami?"
The Magical Girl’s small face was a bit shy initially, but quickly turned cold as she looked at Shami.
"Can’t hear me? I said do it again!"
[Ring, successfully distributed to three Demon Envoys]
It’s about 4 o’clock in the afternoon.
Shami watched the sun gradually approaching the sea horizon, its light slowly becoming milder, finally realizing something was wrong, jumping up from the beach chair in the villa’s backyard.
At ten in the morning when he went to the bank, he’d promised to pick up Bone Frame in two hours.
And now roughly six or seven hours had passed.
Oh no, is it too late!
With a face of trouble, Shami hurriedly put on his shoes, rushing out of the villa.
"Hey, Shami where are you going?"
"I’m going to pick up Bone Frame, most likely it’s still alive."