My lord, hold me tight! (Quick Transmigration)

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Moral get up from the ground at some point and stagger towards the place where he had set up the evil array.

"Mora!" Xingnuan called out.

Niefan followed her gaze and saw Moral slip into a secluded room.

The two followed suit.

“Brian! Sena!?” Xingnuan exclaimed in surprise.

The first thing that comes into view is two men who have been tortured beyond recognition, hanging from a cross, their bodies covered in wounds, their flesh torn open, and blood constantly flowing from their wounds, dripping into the grooves of the evil array that Moral had already set up.

The wounds on their bodies, large and small, deep and shallow, still show faint traces of scabs, but the scabs have been removed, so they never heal and can only keep bleeding fresh blood.

Xingnuan recognized them from their still relatively intact features. They were two of Moral's most trusted followers who had been by his side since before she came to the Holy See. She never expected that they would be used as sacrifices by Moral.

"Ugh..." The pain was so intense that it made them numb and unable to speak, but their dull eyes had lost all light. Sometimes, being alive is a hundred times more painful than being dead.

"Hahaha!!!" At this moment, Moral had already arrived at a high platform in the center of the evil formation. His expression was extremely crazed, and his normal eyes were now filled with black energy, making him look terrifying and horrifying.

All that could be heard was his almost frenzied muttering: "I'm finally going to become a god, finally going to become a god! Your power is all mine! Mine!"

Nirvana watched the scene before him with a smile, his red eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

However, Moral, now in a state of madness, was completely oblivious to this. He simply picked up an ancient-looking dagger inlaid with rubies from the high platform and cut his own palm, trying to continue the ancient evil formation.

His hands trembled slightly, and he failed to cut the spot he wanted several times. Blood gushed out immediately. By the time he managed to make a bloody cut in the center of his palm, his hands were covered with cuts of all sizes, and were full of blood.

Drops of bright red liquid dripped from his palm into the evil array. As the array was activated, the blood of the two people hanging on the cross flowed faster, almost as if they were being drained dry.

Xingnuan watched all this with growing anxiety, and cried out, "Niefan!"

Hearing her call, Nirvana finally abandoned his previous leisurely attitude as a spectator. With a wave of his hand, he created a protective circle shimmering with blue light for the two of them, blocking the countless small black hooks emanating from the array that solidified into physical forms and could steal all the energy from a person.

He slowly walked towards Moral as his madness faded and his gaze grew increasingly terrified, the evil power emanating from the formation cleverly and perfectly avoiding his body.

Upon seeing this, Moral, after his initial excitement, turned ashen-faced and collapsed to the ground, utterly powerless.

He murmured in despair, "How could it not work? How could it not work?"

As Nirvana walked slowly, the threat of death gradually gathered from all directions, suffocating him, yet leaving him with no way to escape.

"Nirvana, Nirvana, I... God! God will protect me!" Moral shouted recklessly, his facial expression almost out of control, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

Nifan looked down at him, his bangs slightly obscuring his red eyes. Moral looked at the man coming against the light, only able to see his delicate chin and scattered red light, gloomy and eerie.

His condescending gaze swept over Moral, filling him with a chilling sense of danger.

Nirvana revealed a mysterious smile, his red eyes shining like a crystal-clear ruby, dazzling and captivating.

Moral stared intently into his eyes, his trembling body gradually calming down, his gaze becoming somewhat vacant, as if his soul had been captured by him.

“…Moral, tell me, what is your wish?” Niefan said with a smile, the seductive meaning in his voice causing ripples in Xingnuan’s usually calm heart, making her momentarily dazed.

"I...I..." Moral's hoarse voice rang out, and endless greed slowly gathered in his eyes.

Under Nirvana's seductive gaze, he said urgently, "I want yours, your power!"

Her voice almost cracked from urgency, and her hand involuntarily reached out towards Nie Fan, but was burned by something just before it touched the hem of his clothes, causing her to quickly withdraw.

Nirvana received a reply, his red eyes flickering unfathomably, and he said in a low voice, "...So what are you willing to give up for this?"

“Anything is fine!” Moral answered without hesitation; he was already obsessed with it.

"Anything is fine?" Nirvana asked, leaning closer.

Moral nodded eagerly.

“Then…as you wish…” Niefan stood up straight, placed his hand flat on Moral’s head, and countless blue lights gathered, completely devouring the evil power emanating from the array. He pressed the blue aura into Moral’s body, and something else was extracted.

The blue light faded, and Moral fainted after letting out a sharp scream.

Everything returned to calm.

Xingnuan was puzzled by his actions. As far as she knew, Niefan would only smile and make deals with the summoner after being summoned. Only at this time was he the awe-inspiring Demon King Niefan.

So now... is he helping Moral achieve what he wants?

But isn't what Moral wants... his power?

As the blue halo around her dissipated, Xing Nuan quickly walked to Nie Fan's side and asked with concern, "Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"

He fulfilled Moral's wish, but what will happen after he gives all his magic to Moral? Xingnuan doesn't know.

Nirvana enjoyed her care, and the bright smile on her lips seemed to be widening.

Xing Nuan looked him over but didn't see anything wrong. It wasn't until her worried gaze landed on the smile on his lips that she frowned and asked, "Are you alright?"

Nirvana smiled and nodded: "Of course!"

"Then what were you just now...?" Xing Nuan wondered. What was all that just now? Was she hallucinating?

Nirvana seemed to see her question and replied with a smile, "It's not an illusion, it's real. I will grant his wish, but... it's just in a dream."

In a dream? Xing Nuan looked at his cunning appearance, her lips twitching in shock.

She never expected this guy to be so shameless, fulfilling Moral's wish in his dream. She wondered how devastated he would be when he woke up and discovered it was all just a beautiful dream.

high! It’s really high!

Xingnuan suddenly shivered. Thank goodness! Thank goodness she wasn't his enemy...

Nirvana watched her series of strange actions, from frowning to relaxing and exhaling, wondering what she was imagining.

The Demon King suddenly found his little butler to be adorable!

Nie Fan interrupted Xing Nuan's endless daydreaming with his actions. He pulled her into his arms, his deep laughter ringing in her ear: "Nuan, you're so cute..."

"Huh?" Xingnuan looked up in confusion, not yet realizing the meaning behind his words.

"..."

Nie Fan felt satisfied as he looked at her dreamy eyes from below. His gaze moved down to her slightly parted lips, his eyes darkened, and he was about to lower his head. But before either of them noticed, the sun slowly set, the moon rose, and the moonlight shone on Nie Fan.

While he was still stunned, Xingnuan came to her senses and Niefan slowly shrank.

Xingnuan smiled unkindly when she saw the gloomy-faced child clinging to her lap.

Nie Fan heard her laughter and looked up in displeasure, only to meet Xing Nuan's smiling face. Her beautiful black eyes were filled with laughter, and her whole face softened considerably. Her serene smile was beautiful to him.

Niefan loosened his grip on Xingnuan's thigh, feeling troubled for the first time about how he turned into a child every night.

After defeating Moral, the final boss, the two stayed in the city where the Vatican was located for two more days.

Just as Xingnuan had predicted, Moral collapsed completely after waking up from his dream, running into the street and shouting, revealing his unknown evil and ugly side.

Someone recognized him as Father Moral of the Vatican. Initially, there was disbelief, but everything became clear when Brian and Sena, the two most trusted priests of the priest, brought him a series of tools used by Moral to practice his sorcery, along with the large and small wounds on their bodies that had not yet fully healed.

All trust and respect vanished in an instant. People were furious at being deceived, and their initial awe of Moral turned into endless beatings. Finally, the government intervened, arrested Moral, and what awaited him was either endless years in prison or indefinite treatment in a mental hospital.

After learning the result, Xingnuan and Niefan returned to the castle. Everything seemed unchanged. He remained his Demon King, and she was still his housekeeper.

Recently, Nie Fan has been quite troubled. He, who usually keeps the same sleep schedule as humans, has been insomnia at night for no apparent reason. All of this is caused by his housekeeper Xing Nuan, who has returned to her "expressionless" state.

"Knock knock! Master." Someone knocked on the door, and a familiar voice rang out.

Nirvana withdrew his sorrowful thoughts, glanced at his handsome face through the window, and a perfectly timed, alluring smile appeared on his lips: "Come in!"

“Warm, you…” He spoke in a low voice, propping his head up with one hand and parting his lips slightly, gazing affectionately at the person who had just arrived.

Xingnuan bypassed Niefan and went straight to the small balcony by the window, squatting down to place the tea from the tray in her hand on the small glass round table.

Nirvana's smile froze. He was... being ignored?

"Master, the tea is ready. I'll be going now," Xing Nuan said calmly.

She was currently dressed in the conservative, old-fashioned uniform of the castle's housekeeper, but Nevan thought it looked great and pleasing to the eye. If... she were to change into a maid outfit, she would look even better!

Nie Fan's red eyes lit up. Just as Xing Nuan was about to brush past him, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms before she could react.

The ambiguous posture surprised both of them.

Nie Fan hadn't expected to do this. He just watched those fair and beautiful hands waving in front of him. By the time he realized what was happening, Xing Nuan was already forced to sit on his lap.

"Cough!" Nirvana coughed dryly, putting his fist to his mouth.

Seeing this, Xingnuan was about to get up.

But halfway up she was pulled back down by Niefan. She frowned, her face showing a hint of anger, and looked at him with accusatory eyes. What are you doing?

Nie Fan's red eyes darted around guiltily, then he shamelessly pressed his face against Xing Nuan's shoulder, embracing the long-lost warmth.

He seemed to have found the source of his insomnia...

"Warm, I miss you..." the Demon King murmured affectionately.

Xingnuan paused for a moment, then replied, "Mm."

Nie Fan looked up at her, and Xing Nuan stared at him expressionlessly, meaning, "I understand."

Nirvana was helpless; this insincere response really frustrated him.

Seeing his dejected appearance, Xingnuan's calm eyes flashed with a hint of a smile.

She patted Nie Fan's head soothingly, feeling as if she were treating her own pitiful and spoiled little pet. Thinking of this, Xing Nuan couldn't help but look down at Nie Fan, only to meet his slightly narrowed, dangerous red eyes. Her heart skipped a beat; she was doomed!

How could Nie Fan not know what Xing Nuan was thinking? She was looking at him with the same expression she'd given that guy next door who was a freeloader and a free kisser...

Just as Xing Nuan was about to find an opportunity to escape this awkward position, Nie Fan's large hand placed behind her head and forcefully pressed her head down, followed by an atmosphere that made her blush, her heart race, and her breath catch in her throat.

So soft, those lips... Nie Fan had only one thought in his mind. What was originally just a light, fleeting kiss had turned into a passionate embrace.

Xingnuan was held tightly in his arms, letting him do as he pleased. She couldn't resist under his affectionate gaze. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the tenderness from Niefan.

Nirvana held her tighter, shifting her to a more comfortable position so she could lie on her side in his arms.

On a quiet and beautiful afternoon, lovers entwine their lips and teeth in the sunlight, creating a scene as beautiful as a painting.