Chapter 665: Chapter 666: The Demon And The Fool "At this point I’m starting to find this annoying, not gonna lie." He glanced at Waton with a somewhat bored expression on his pale face. His strength was at an all-time low, but he could still have this fool killed by letting Matia and Ghost loose on him. The question was, did he really want to kill this wretch? The answer was yes, yes he did. However, no one here was a bigger fool. The emperor had said all were equal on the battlefield, but what he failed to mention was the fact that noble retaliation usually happened outside the battlefield. So, to put it simply, no one really believed him when he said there would be no consequences to killing a noble. The question was, would you be willing to risk killing the son of the Valtheron emperor while he watched? ’Only a complete demon lord would do that... lucky for me I brought one of my own.’ "What did you just say?" Damon shrugged his shoulders at Waton’s question. "I’d love to take it off. Been wearing this darn thing for so long my head hurts... but..." He lingered, a sudden chill creeping into his voice. "If I did, it won’t end well.... for you." Waton narrowed his eyes coldly, a smile creeping across his face. "Are you threatening an imperial prince?" Damon shook his head with a nonchalant expression. "Wouldn’t dream of it. Except right now, Your Highness... you aren’t really a prince, are you? Mmm, you’re just one of the thousands of young goddess race warriors who have come to die for glory." He emphasized the word die, making it clear that Waton would most likely not live through this. The ground beneath their feet was still glowing, and with the way the seals were clicking into place, it was evident they would soon be transported. "Right, you challenged me, didn’t you? You and some elf from the Moon Glades... it seems this place restricts combat. Let’s fight inside the arena." Waton glared at Damon, his expression filled with anger at Damon’s nonchalance. "You are very arrogant for a commoner. I don’t even need to do anything just the people who want you dead are more than enough. However, I will warn you again... take off that crown. That’s an order." Damon was getting irritated. He really didn’t need this right now. He didn’t want to summon Matia out of his shadow storage, since there was a possibility that if they got teleported, they would be separated from each other. And truthfully, he wasn’t in good shape. This place was crowded with thousands of people, so this small area’s commotion wasn’t really that big of a deal. It was only a ripple in an ocean of madness. The urge to slap Waton appeared in his mind, and right as Damon was about to move, he felt a constricting force around him. ’Hmm, I knew it. Violence is not allowed before teleportation is complete.’ That explained why Waton wasn’t attacking him either. With no reason to argue like little girls, Damon reached into his shadow storage and pulled out a chair. Seeing him relax, Waton grew furious and began hurling insults, which Damon just ignored. He said nothing. To better his mood, Damon even pulled out a bottle of wine from Abellona’s stash and poured himself a glass, drinking it casually. His easy, almost smug expression made Waton more furious. After a few more minutes, the prince simply stopped, glaring at Damon in silence. Damon sipped his drink, chuckling softly as his eyes gleamed with amusement. "Are you done, Wagon? Or do you want to continue embarrassing yourself? Suppose this is why your father thinks you’re a failure." Waton’s hands trembled. His heart sank. "My... my father doesn’t think so." Damon smiled, having found his weakness. "Is that so? When was the last time he entrusted anything of note to you? When did he last praise you, tell you he was proud? I bet never." Waton’s hands shook harder. "I... that’s not true." Damon sighed, pulling another chair out of his shadow storage and placing it beside his. "Come, have a seat." Waton hesitated. "You know, I thought you were just a shallow character. I was right... but that was because I didn’t see what was beneath the veil. I didn’t think about it too much, but now I see...." Waton trembled. This was insulting, but he couldn’t refute it. Damon stood up, ushering him toward the chair. Why didn’t he think of this earlier? He was weak right now, so he had to use his head more. And what better way than befriending an enemy? Damon smiled evilly. Yes, he could see it now: the evil demon killing the good friend of Damon Grey, Prince Wagon and good Damon fighting to defeat this great evil. ’I love this script... I should have joined the theater. Alas, born for the stage, forced to fight.’ Damon sat Waton down. "I understand you, friend. In fact, it seems you were right, and I was less right. But that doesn’t mean you can’t turn it around." Waton glanced at Damon’s sudden change, his words almost bewitching. A soft aura of control leaked from Damon the influence of the Domination attribute and his high Charisma stat affecting the foolish prince. Damon chuckled, his tone silk and poison. "You’re obviously better than Princess Abellona. You’re an actual man, and she... she’s just a woman." Waton’s eyes sparked. This was the first time in his life someone compared him to Abellona without making him feel inferior. "It’s true that you didn’t win before, but that’s because she was born with an unfair advantage. But that changes now. You are the chosen one." Waton blinked. In that moment, it was as if only Damon’s voice existed. "I am... the chosen one...." "Yes. Allow me to aid you. Let me bring out your full potential, and win the War Game... together." Waton narrowed his eyes. "You... you want to form a party?" Damon smiled slyly. "Of course. And I would like to nominate you as party leader." "Party leader..." Waton muttered, finding Damon more tolerable than ever. After that, what happened was a blur. Damon noticed how flashy Waton was since he first met him, wearing a crown and flaunting his outfit. The boy wasn’t very bright, and he was quite the egomaniac. This world hated evil. Whenever evil rose, good would defeat it. But what people tolerated was a fool. And if history was any example, it was the fact that evil people loved using fools. This was the tale of the demon and the fool.