Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Renwick and his personal butler was walking in the hallway when he suddenly bumped into Maverick. They both stared at each other, and the air the temperature around them rose.

"Don't be happy too quickly, brother," Renwick said.

"I haven't defeat you completely. I cannot be happy yet."

Renwick snorted. "Keep your vigilance. I still have more things up my sleeve."

They both parted ways and the pressure in the hallway disappeared, making the maids let out a sigh of relief. All of them knew that the two brothers did not have good relationship with each other.

As Renwick entered his own room, he closed the door and sat on his desk. On the desk was papers, a quil and ink.

There was a small gap on the desk, only enough for his pinky to enter and use pull it up like a lever, revealing a hidden compartment inside the desk. There was nothing inside except one picture. It was a small drawing of him, his brother, father, and sister. They were children back then, playing by the field, and hopping in the river.

The memory put a smile on Renwick's face.

"Are you going to keep doing this my lord?"

"I am sure, Hobson. I have been doing this for years. It's too late to turn back now."

"You love your brother more than your life. It's painful to see you do this."

"I owed my life to him. If he did not distract that wild tiger in the plain, I wouldn't be here right now. I can make him stronger by becoming his ally, but becoming his enemy, I can help him to be even more."

Hobson sighed. "There are many groups that offered you their support."

Renwick smiled. "Accept them all. This way I can truly know who my brother's enemy is. The day he defeats me is also the day all of his enemies will fall."

"I do not think it's necessary anymore, my lord. Your brother obtained a powerful ally."

"An ally is merely an external power, Hobson. I can only be at ease when that power comes from within."

Hobson sighed again. "It's really sad and unfortunate to see two young brothers to go against each other. It's even sadder that your brother didn't even know of your sacrifice."

"It's better that way. I will be his lesson to not trust anyone. Not even your own brother."

…

When the next day came, Byron was already in front of his door.

"The sky is still yellow and red. Can you be a little patient?"

"The faster we arrive, the better."

Aldred sighed. "Let me put my pants on first."

A few minutes later, Aldred, Maverick, Zafrina and everyone else were walking out of the mansion.

"I have prepared all the carriages for all of you," Byron said.

When they walked out of the gate, dozens of carriages pulled by a white horse with a horn. This horse was twice the size of a normal horse, and its majestic hair flowed down like a groomed noble.

Aldred and the rest entered the carriage. Byron decided to enter Aldred's carriage, and when he stepped in, he already saw Aldred in a child form, sucking on Stella's breast.

"Uhh… sometimes I forget that you are just a 10-year-old boy."

Stella smiled naughtily and jokingly asked: "Would you like some milk as well?"

"No thanks. I am lactose intolerant."

The caravan set off to their destination. First, the south and then to the east, passing two counties before arriving at Hajheletmik.

Aldred opened his map and guessed that it would take a few weeks for him to arrive. But when he looked outside the window, he was shocked at how the landscape blurred because of how fast the carriages were moving, and yet he felt no vibration at all inside the carriage.

He did not even need to ask. This had to be the work of magic.

In terms of comfort, medicine, weapons, and vehicles, this magical world was truly ahead of the modern earth where he came from.

The carriages that Byron gave were comfortable and spacious. It was like a bus but with more space and even a table at the center. Suddenly, the door beside them opened and revealed a chef and bartender that were currently cooking and mixing drinks for them.

"Oh wow. That was a surprise," Aldred said.

"Does every carriage have this?" Mary asked.

"Of course," Byron said.

"This way we don't have to stop and eat. We can keep going until we arrive at our destination. Bartrem is going to be so sad about this." Aldred looked at the chef masterfully using the magical cooking devices. "Or he might be happy to learn from them."

The chefs popped out plate after plate that magically floated to their table. The scent was enticing, and they hadn't eaten yet this morning, so it was a perfect time for a breakfast.

They ate cheerfully, enjoying the food and drinks. Aldred naturally wasn't a fool so he had scanned the food with his godly eyes first. Only when he confirmed that they were safe did he allow the others to eat.

Aldred opened his mouth while Stella and Ivette fed him while hugging him. He had transformed into his adult form, and currently, Zafrina was on his lap.

"Are you okay with your sister on his lap?" Byron asked Maverick.

"Shut up. Your sister is about to be fucked."

They continued their journey while filling up their belly. When they finished eating, Aldred slept on Stella's lap while the girls were massaging him.

"Man, this is what I call being alive."

"What?" Zafrina asked.

"Just enjoying the moment."

Mary grabbed some grape-like fruits and popped them inside his mouth. He was being pampered by his girls. How could he not enjoy this moment right now.

In mere days, they passed one county, and entered another one.

Then suddenly, the whole caravan stopped. Ahead of them was a group of merchants being captured by bandits.

"No, please don't kill my wife!"