71 What have you done?

"Finally," Eric huffed.

"Good job, teach," Fil mused and even had the audacity to tease Eric.

Just what happened to Fil? After the fiery balloon competition ended, which obviously they won, Eric then passed the test just like this. Yes, no other test came after that. Anyways, it didn't matter to Eric because the faster this went the better.

The knight who explained the game to them led them to the knight's quarter of the palace.

The closer they came to the palace, the more of an excited yet bad feeling Eric got. He didn't know why but for some reason he smelt that the plot was going to fuck him over.

And how it did. The knights' quarter was located in the tower quarter of the palace. The palace was surrounded by walls and inside the area between the walls and palace were the training fields and knights' quarter.

It housed around 200 knights, so of course, the space wasn't big but it still didn't justify that again! Again! There was one last room left and Eric and Fil had to sleep in a bed together!

Again! Since Eric came to find Fil in this story, they both were basically inseparable at night!

The room was as big as the inn's room. The only good thing was that it also had its own bathroom. Fil also didn't seem too pleased about having to sleep with Eric again. After all, his sword of his own would destroy Fil again. Fil had hoped to at least be able to escape at night from now on, but it seemed like an only harder trial waited for him.

The rest of the day was used to introduce Fil and Eric to their duties as palace knights. Each knight had to wear a pass and uniform at all times, so they could be distinguished. Only with a pass could one enter the palace. The pass was a card that had to be equipped to the uniform. For Eric, it was surprising to see how easily it was to be accepted into the palace knights.

Was the security so lax or were they unbothered since no one would attack or could it be that the Demon King was so confident in his power, he didn't need anyone to protect him?

A few more possibilities lingered in Eric's mind before he was thrown out of it due to the excessive training regime. On their first day, they have to already train? This was horror for someone as unsporty as Eric.

To be fair, Eric was dramatising. It was a purely normal training regime, nothing too special. The physical part consisted of 100 push-ups, 100 sits up a, 100 squats and 10 km running every single day. With this, one would be ready to one puuunnnc- cough no copyright issues here.

Anyways, this physical training was possible for the people of this world but as a powerless human Eric couldn't do it. On top of that, this character Eric had to possess was a 5-root waste ok?

The other training consisted of training one's power and ???- Obviously, Eric, as a cultivator and waste had no chance.

In order not to be suspicious, Eric pretended to do some physical training. Although, the knight explained what palace knights needed the most was coordination. This was why the test was such a fucked up merry exercise.

In case of an attack, the palace knights needed to be able to work together swiftly. What do they say? Teamwork is the best! Don't forget that? Every interviewer is so fixated on your teamwork abilities that they all forget what selfish and unsociable people humans actually were. Ok, well this was kind of a stretch.

The point was, yes, the great point was, that the excessive hot night returned and Fil and Eric laid in bed together. At this point, Eric wondered why the hell Fil was even bothering to sleep? Couldn't demons go a week without sleep? However, Eric didn't even need to ask to understand. Yes, sleep was the best. Naturally.

The bed was a double bed around 2m wide. Both of them were once again strapped to their underwears and Eric had a thin blanket covering his body that was able to seduce anyone.

They laid on their backs and stared at the wooden ceiling. The window was open but only brought more heat than relief.

"Fil," Eric spoke up, "Did you hear? Tomorrow they'll bring more recruits and we are on our own to continue our training. No one will supervise us."

'So, teach wants to ***?'

Bing.

[Skill-]

Fuck! Give me the activation notification sooner! And no, how in the world did you come to this conclusion? Why are all you demons so horny? Just get over it!

It's been a while since Eric's skill activated. Come to think of it, he hasn't read Fil's thoughts for a while now. This was a good opportunity to see what this simpleton's mind produced.

Eric wanted to know how Fil felt about this situation, his story and the direction they headed to but of course-

Bing.

[Skill will be on cooldown for an indefinite period of time. Please check back occasionally.]

Great. Just great. What did Eric expect from an unreliable thing like this?

"I don't understand this?" but there was raw anticipation in Fil's voice that made him hoarse.

Don't go off thinking unnecessary stuff! Eric cursed but had not time to dwaddle with Fil, he got to the point, "Tomorrow we will sneak into the palace and get familiar with it. Then we can form a plan for us to attack. If we get caught wandering around, we just use the excuse of being new, ok?"

"Yeah, ok," Fil sounded a bit disappointed. Eric felt his heart sink. Did this simpleton understand what Eric was saying?

Was he even listening? Did Fil dislike what they were doing because there wasn't anything to stroke his ego?

It must be, right? After all, Fil, a demon prince, had to be a lowly palace knight!

It was in times like this Eric desperately needed his skill but what did it do? Abandon him while it flew to the Bahamas for a juicy holiday! In a flight of panic, Eric resorted to coaxing Fil, "Fil you're doing a very good job. This story is very interesting and fresh. You as a hero fit perfectly. It'll be amazing once you save and unify this world!"

Eric adjusted his voice to be genuine and flattering.

"You think so? Haha, teach just knows me!" Fil's vigorous voice came back and he roared with laughter.

Eric sighed in relief that Fil gradually returned to his old self. This weird quiet Fil was too uncanny. This was a method Eric could use. But the more Eric continued to compliment Fil the more he was left in the dark about the abyss-like deep pit he was digging for himself.

Eric's nice to hear and proud words tingled Fil's heart and aroused his ego and arrogance to skyrocket to the infinite space.

Eric's tongue moved and moved, flattered and flattered until he fell asleep and left alone a dangerous beast inside Fil. This beast stared with burning and longing eyes at the defenceless and peaceful form of little sleeping Eric.