A Demon Lord’S Obsession

Chapter 175: Hugh’s Arc Part 3

Chapter 175: Hugh’s Arc Part 3

-Hugh’s POV-

“Damned those imbeciles, they'd oust my Sylphy, the crown princess, and her parents for that pest.“

My hand, which was forming a fist, released as I thought of my Sylphy.

“I hope she’s alright, I know she’s strong-willed but...”

My hand gripped again. After the image appeared in my head all I could think about was what might

happen to her. All alone, taken from her home and brought to a new place as a slave. The bottle-up

anger kept urging me to destroy something.

“If another man has touched her, I’ll kill them, and that imbecile Florence will be done for.”

Red and another one of my men stood watching me. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ve never seen him so intense before.”

Red: “Let’s just hope we find Princess Sylphy, he might destroy the world if she’s not okay.”

My ship quickly sailed away from the Elven continent, I could see the many Islands of Beastman

coming closer.

We can’t afford to make any pit stops.

The Asterak Kingdom is one of the southernmost Human ruled kingdoms and is closest to the Elven

Continent. Before slavery started diminishing in the north, this kingdom was known for being the main

producer of Elven slaves. Capturing the sharp-eared citizens that lived on the Elven Continent.

Though it still has widespread slavery, it’s greatly diminished since its hay day. The kingdom is about

the size of Azeron(the only demon territory on the human continent), which is smaller than most of the

other human kingdoms. Luckily that punk, Florence knew what port the boat Sylphy was taken away on

went to.

My men were informed of the situation and were told to look for her.

Her name isn’t common so using that and the fact she is a High Noble Elf they should be able to find

something. Elves of noble birth have longer ears than common Elves like Luke.

Of course to the untrained eye even with that factor, most individuals can tell the difference.

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I walked through the boardwalk. Crates and fishermen were commons across the area. As one moved

further inward, food stands lined certain streets. A few of my men went in groups to comb the area in

search of Sylphy, or at least for any leads. I went towards the center of the city. Rich upscale clothing

stores and eateries line one large main street. I walked down said street, it was obvious that my men

and I were the only demons.

After a while, I met back with one group that went out looking. They told of how nothing came up.

However just as I turned my head down in disappointment, I heard a crackle of chains. I turned to see

what it was.

My body froze and my eyes locked into the Elven female in chains a few stores away. It was her, it was

my Sylphy.

Her mouth was gagged with a rag that matched her clothing. Her body was covered in a layer of dirt

that changed her skin from a pale white to greyish black. Her beautiful hair was cut and mangled. And

her neck had signs that the collar was uncomfortable. A tubby fellow was holding her restraints daintily

in one hand and twisted his mustache in the other. He looked like some noble who was casually

window shopping.

I started walking closer, my footsteps could be heard, people stared at me once I stepped foot off the

boat but now they noticed me even more.

Hugh: “One of you get us lodgings, reserve the whole inn if you must. Make sure there’s a hot bath is

prepared in my room.”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

I didn’t bother knowing who left, I just continued to stare intently in her direction.

I was the only person in the world that anyone knew of with a single horn. My face could compare to

my father's, and even though my eyes were of a lighter color like my mother's a single glace could

shake you to your very core.

The stern look on my face caused people to stare as well.

My Sylphy looking down at the ground lifted her head and looked somewhat my way. We locked eyes

and hers opened wide. I could see she was trying to speak but she couldn’t. Tears started to swell in

her eyes and her body started to move. The chains crackled and chung, her tubby master seeing her

somewhat persist tugged her rather harshly. She almost fell to the ground. I could hear her voice as if a

screech of pain through the gag tied around her mouth. Just seeing that made my heart sink and made

me want to murder this man in the worst way possible. The scum holding her restraints noticed me and

smirked but once my face was seen a frown appeared.

My stature above his was totally different, his face turned up to me as I stared daggers at him.

His eyes showed fear and confusion. He looked like a spoiled nobleman's child whose never known a

belt, that was about to be disciplined.

Hugh: “Do you know who you're treating as a slave.?”

Tubby Fellow: “Ah, she, she’s just some Elf.. what..”

My hand grasped his chubby face. Pushing it harshly to the ground, his one visible eye was one of fear.

The rest of his face was the same and his lips seemed to quiver.

Hugh: “She’s the Demon King’s woman.! My woman, as well as the Princess of the Elves!.”

My voice started to become somewhat vicious.

Hugh: “Tell me, did you touch her with your greasy fingers.?”

His head shook as he started tearing up.

Hugh: “Are you sure, tell me exactly what you did to her?! No, I’ll ask her myself.”

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To be continued