Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 862: Prince Silver Wing

Hearing the words "Prince Silver Wing" gave Pei Yan a headache. After listening to Old Samikina's explanation of the current situation, he slumped listlessly inside the carriage.

The fact is, in order to regain face after Xila was forced back by the Magic Realm, the Demon Race heavily promoted Pei Yan's identity as Prince Silver Wing. Initially, the demon populace was skeptical and hesitant to accept this impostor, but now he had become a rising superstar among them—an emissary of the Demon God walking the earth, a hero who would save the Demon Race from its quagmire.

With the broadcast of the Sword Discussion Conference team competition fanning the flames, Pei Yan's victory instantly turned him into an idol for countless young demon boys and girls. Stories about Pei Yan's series of military achievements against the Disaster Legion after reaching the Hell Realm were dug up and compiled into tales circulating within the city. Along with the poignant love story of the Demon God's avatar on the Keystone Plane, and Pei Yan's tragic upbringing with his half-sister, eventually taken under the Investigation Bureau's wing and trained meticulously, he fought for them out of gratitude. Due to the call of his bloodline, he involuntarily returned to his homeland, building a bridge of cooperation between the two realms to fight for the salvation of his race. These stories were unintentionally or intentionally widely dispersed among the people.

In an instant, the image of a rebellious prince, deeply yearning for paternal love and continually striving for his father's attention after being abandoned, was established in the hearts of the Demon Race populace. Yes, that's it! For the sake of the Demon Race, he ventured alone to his homeland, resolving the disaster legion's siege of the Holy City. Out of gratitude, he remained at the Investigation Bureau that adopted him, battling on their behalf! Likewise, for the Demon Race, he spared no effort to eliminate the vile Magic Realm contestants who insulted them from the competition!

Thinking along these lines, it's almost as if the Investigation Bureau won second place because of his leadership. Isn't that quite similar to the Demon Race achieving second place!

This concept greatly boosted the Demon Race's self-esteem. Finally, the Demon God had realized his mistake and was about to reunite with his long-lost son. Although the Demon God never verbally acknowledged this father-son relationship, from his manner of welcome, he clearly intended to reconcile with this powerful prince. The Demon Race would gain significant combat power and reliable external support, which was the greatest joy for the struggling Demon Race!

"So, my father-son relationship with the Demon God is set in stone!" Pei Yan said weakly, leaning against the soft animal fur-covered boards of the carriage. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Uh, that's indeed the case!" Old Samikina, fully aware of the true situation, hurriedly reassured Pei Yan, whose gaze grew cold after uttering those words. "It's also for the sake of cooperation between our two races and to help the Demon Race quickly emerge from its predicament and drive back the Disaster Legion through necessary promotion. I understand your grievances!"

At this point, Old Samikina paused. Truth be told, he didn't see anything wrong with becoming the Demon God's son; it was something countless people could only dream of. Not just among the Demon Race, but even powerful figures from other planes would willingly sacrifice their family's lives to gain the original body's favor, never mind the title of son.

However, such words had no effect on Pei Yan. The letters from his younger brother and granddaughter revealed that Pei Yan highly valued family and friendship. He was not particularly interested in becoming the Demon God's son and was even more averse to rumors that disgraced his family.

With this in mind, Old Samikina continued, "This is merely a rumor within the Demon Race. Once the incident passes, we will downplay the relationship between you and the Demon God, and even this chapter will not appear in the orthodox records of the Demon Race. When you meet the Demon God, I believe he will provide you with a satisfactory answer for your grievances and losses."

"Alas!" Pei Yan sighed deeply, closing his eyes to the rhythmic swaying of the carriage. At this stage, what could he do? The news had spread; could he take a loudspeaker around the city denying it? Now, he thought about how to get more compensation from the Demon Race to comfort his injured heart as the practical thing to do.

The carriage moved very slowly and steadily. With a crisp neigh, it came to a gentle halt. Pei Yan, who had been drowsily leaning on the carriage boards for who knows how long, was helped down and escorted by a group of attendants into a mansion. Having never received such treatment in his life, he was thoroughly attended to from head to toe. From changing clothes to washing and donning a lavish and intricate robe, whenever he was hungry, he only needed to gesture, and a servant would present an array of pastries and wines for him to choose from. Once he selected food, he didn't even need to reach; a servant fed it directly into his mouth while another knelt and held a handkerchief to catch any falling crumbs, careful not to soil the pristine prince's attire.

Under this meticulous care, Pei Yan suddenly realized such a life wasn't bad. However, such a thought barely lasted a few seconds before vanishing from his mind. Seeing the opulence before him, he emotionally mused that the ancients had not deceived him; indeed, the land of tenderness was the hero's grave, such a lifestyle could easily erode one's resolve. Perhaps only after resolving all crises and securing the stability of his world could he indulge in such a life. For now, he couldn't afford to let his guard down.

Holding onto these thoughts, Pei Yan, who had just been grinning, quickly put on a stern face, though this action left the surrounding attendants at a loss, unsure of what they might have done to anger the legendary prince.

However, due to this, his demeanor perfectly aligned with the dignity and image a prince should have. Once dressed, Pei Yan, under the attendants' escort, left the residence to board a larger and more luxurious open carriage, pulled by four eight-legged beasts.

On the spacious carriage seat, Pei Yan sat alone in the center, unable to grasp either side, having to sit straight and upright. As the carriage began to move from the estate at the driver's urging, passing through heavily guarded alleys, a mountainous cheer suddenly filled the air.

Only then did Pei Yan realize how welcome he was in the Holy City. The long street had only his carriage moving slowly down the center, with rows of heavily armored guards standing on either side, each soldier respectfully lowering their heads as the carriage passed. Behind them, the crowd was in a frenzy, every person shouting out the name of Prince Silver Wing. Garlands were continuously thrown from both sides of the street, scattering in the air above the path Pei Yan traveled, while the passionate and fervent gazes of demon maidens nearly caused him to blush and make a fool of himself with their alluring looks and bold actions.