Capítulo 37: The Aiber Selection II

Lilith sighed, her hand serving as a support as she leaned backward on the bed. Her voice carried a tinge of exasperation as she addressed Ethan, "You know, it's quite surprising that King Solomon failed to enlighten you about all these intricacies." Her words hung in the air, conveying a sense of uncertainty and confusion. "At this point, I hardly know where to begin."

Ethan turned his gaze toward Lilith, his eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Did Father also partake in the selection?" he inquired, seeking clarity amidst the web of revelations.

A faint chuckle escaped Lilith's lips as she reminisced, "Oh, indeed he did. Twice, in fact." Her amusement was evident, mingling with a hint of reverence. "Yet, on both occasions, he was bested by the Vampire King."

Ethan's brow furrowed, his thoughts veering toward uncharted territories. "The Vampire King, you say?" he mumbled, his gaze drifting away. "It seems there is still much I do not know."

With a self-assured expression, Lilith patted her chest and spoke with pride, "Do not fret, my dear Master. You possess the Ankia, a repository of knowledge passed down by previous Demon Kings. With my guidance, you are destined to triumph in the selection."

Suddenly, Ethan rose from the bed, his hands slipping into his pockets as he squarely faced Lilith. Determination flickered in his eyes as he uttered his surprising declaration, "That won't be necessary."

Lilith's surprise was palpable, her brows knitting together as she questioned him, "What do you mean?"

"I have no intention of participating in the selection," Ethan proclaimed resolutely. A hint of defiance colored his voice. "It sounds like work, and I have no desire to be burdened by such responsibilities."

Lilith's features contorted with a mixture of astonishment and concern. The room seemed to hold its breath, as the revelation hung heavily in the air.

Lilith's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as she glared at Ethan, her disappointment evident in her piercing gaze. "Some things never change, do they? You are still shackled by fear, unable to confront your own responsibilities," she retorted sharply.

Ethan let out a weary sigh, his posture slumping slightly in response to her cutting remark. He met Lilith's gaze, his eyes reflecting a lifetime of sorrow and longing. "You've been by my side since I was but a child, haven't you?" he queried softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "Since the day my father disappeared, my sole desire has been to join him in death... But before that, I needed to fulfill his final wish..."

Lilith interjected, her voice a mixture of urgency and conviction. "And that wish was for you to emerge victorious in the royal Selection and assume your rightful place as the Devil King."

Ethan's features contorted with a conflicted expression. He struggled to find the words to convey his inner turmoil. "But I am already the Devil King, am I not?" he questioned, a note of defiance creeping into his tone. "I fail to see why I should..."

Before Ethan could complete his thought, a surge of determination coursed through Lilith. In an instant, she propelled herself from the bed, her movements swift and precise. Without hesitation, her hand plunged into Ethan's open mouth, silencing his words and forcing him to the ground, their positions now reversed.

The room reverberated with a charged energy, as the clash of wills between Lilith and Ethan intensified. The weight of their intertwined destinies hung heavily in the air, while the room seemed to shrink, containing the intensity of their confrontation.

Ethan's words were muffled by Lilith's hand pressed firmly against his mouth. His mumbled protests barely escaped, lost in the confines of their charged confrontation.

Determined and resolute, Lilith's voice cut through the air with a commanding tone. "This time, you will listen to me," she asserted, her grip unyielding as she pushed her hand deeper into his mouth.

"You are not allowed to throw your life away without my permission. Will you let your father's sacrifice for you go to waste so easily?" Her words echoed with a mix of frustration and urgency. .

She leaned closer, her gaze fixed upon Ethan's eyes. "Have you never once questioned how a great king like King Solomon found himself in your insignificant world as your father?".

The force of Lilith's sudden outburst reverberated through the room, her voice resounding with a mix of desperation and frustration. "Even knowing the consequences he would face, your father willingly ventured into your world to be with you," she exclaimed, her words laced with anguish. "Does he mean nothing to you? Uhn, master?".

In a swift and unexpected motion, Ethan seized Lilith's hand, overpowering her and bringing her to the ground. With a resolute expression, he pinned her down, restraining her by placing her hand behind her back. Their roles had shifted, and it was now Ethan who held the upper hand.

"I know what you're trying to do here." Ethan asserted, his voice tinged with a mix of calmness and suspicion. "Intentionally bring up my father because you know my respect for him."

Lilith's lips curled into a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. "We both know that when it comes to King Solomon, you would not hesitate to obey," she remarked, her voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and challenge.

Ethan fell silent, contemplating the weight of Lilith's words. A moment of introspection passed before he finally spoke, his voice steady and composed. "Tell me, when does the Royal Selection commence?" he inquired, shifting the focus back to the impending challenge that awaited him.

Before Lilith could utter a reply, a resounding knock echoed through the chamber, interrupting the charged atmosphere. With swiftness and precision, Lilith swiftly reverted to her book form, nestling herself back into the necklace adorning Ethan's neck, her presence concealed from prying eyes.

As the door swung open, Anna stepped into the room. Her gentle voice carried a sense of duty and respect. "Lunch is ready, Lady Valaria requests your presence," she dutifully informed Ethan, her words carrying a sense of warmth and familiarity.

Ethan nodded in acknow ledgement, his gaze shifting towards Anna. "Thank you, I'll be out in a bit," he replied with a sense of gratitude, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness.

Anna gave a small nod, her expression betraying a touch of detachment. "Of course, hurry up," she affirmed, her eyes briefly glancing at the book necklace before returning to meet Ethan's gaze. "Lady Valaria doesn't like to be kept waiting," she added softly, her voice filled with sincerity.

As Anna exited the room, the door closing behind her, Ethan found himself alone once again. The weight of his newfound destiny pressed upon him, as he grappled with the overwhelming responsibilities and choices that lay ahead.

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