Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

"So what did you say to him? Why did he leave us alone?" Mary asked.

"He wanted my ring. The ones that the empress gave to me."

"And?"

"And I said I would give it to him if he gave me 100 powerful robots."

"What?!" Mary frowned. "Why would you do that?!"

"Calm down, Mary. I said I 'would' give it to him."

Stella, Sophia, and Zafrina were smiling when they heard that.

"I gave him 3 days to send the robots."

"But we need to go to the dungeon," Mary said

"Don't worry, I have a plan for that."

Suddenly, a group of winged-men came from the sky.

"Hey! What is going on here?"

"We were attacked and half the train got cut off," Aldred said.

The man looked around and noticed a lot of charred grass. There were some scraps of metal as well. They flew down and inspected the battlefield.

"I have never seen something like this before. What do you think?"

They glanced at the boy. "I don't think it's them. Otherwise, why would they stay here?"

After a little discussion, they said: "We will fix the rails. Another train will come afterward."

"Okay," Aldred said.

They proceed to fix the rails. All they did was cut the broken parts of the rail. Put new parts down and installed them using some sort of magic.

They were done in a few hours.

"You guys finished already?" Aldred asked as Ivette fed him with a spoon full of cake.

They were currently sitting on a mat like they were on a picnic. This infuriated the workers a bit, but they let it pass since it would be foolish to fight someone just because they were relaxing on the grass.

Not to mention they did not know how strong the boy and his friends were. Looking at the aftermath of the battle, it must have happened very quickly yet deadly.

They did not want to mess around with the wrong person.

One of the winged-men approached Aldred. "I have to see your guild card."

Aldred flicked his hand, and the card appeared in between his fingers like magic.

The winged-man tightened his lips and took a look at the card. He widened his eyes and respectfully returned it. "Thank you, sir. The train will come in less than an hour. Have a nice day."

"You too," Aldred said.

The winged-man returned to his group of friends.

"Who is that? Why are you thanking him?"

"Shut up. That guy has access to the 10th floor."

"What!?"

"He must be the new guy that everyone was talking about."

"Death Lord Army?"

"Hush your voice. I heard he's one of the treasure seekers. His legends begin from Mount Fargon. You don't want to mess with someone who has climbed the peak."

"Right. Let's leave right away to not offend him."

Aldred watched the winged-men flying into the sky.

"Human with wings. Isn't that what most religions call angels?"

"Not necessarily," Mira said. "There's a race of humans with deer legs, and a pair of horns on their head. They aren't called devils."

"Makes sense."

Aldred enjoyed the picnic for a few minutes until the train appeared on the horizon.

It stopped near Aldred, and the door was opened by two beautiful train attendants.

"Please get in sir. We apologize for the inconvenience. The guild will give you compensation for this incident."

"It's okay. I don't need to be compensated."

After all, the train was attacked because of him. Aldred did not know how much the train cost, but he was sure it would be expensive.

Meanwhile, the train attendants looked at Aldred's back with admiration. They had heard that there was a major battle here, and a group of adventurers was fighting the enemy.

To think that man didn't even want to be compensated.

What a good fellow.

The train attendants closed the door and guided Aldred and his friends to their seats. Immediately, food and drinks were on their table.

"Sir, would you like a massage?"

"Uhh... Sure."

The train attendant smiled and massaged Aldred's shoulder.

"That feels so good."

The train attendant was happy that she could make Aldred happy. She became more motivated and used more power in her hands.

The girls could only smile when they saw the train attendant's happy expression.

Time passed quickly, and hours later, the sight of a ruined city appeared through their windows.

"Where is the dungeon?" Aldred asked.

"That is the dungeon, sir. The entrance is within the ruined city."

The train eventually came to a stop and Aldred stepped out before he marveled at the ruined yet majestic sight.

Most of the infrastructure in this city was built with stones. There were some towers and medieval-style houses.

A guard approached him. "Show me your guild card and identity sphere."

Aldred handed him his card and the small glass sphere.

After the inspection, the guard quickly and respectfully returned his items.

"How can I enter the dungeon?"

The guard was slightly surprised that someone with 10th floor access didn't know the entrance. That said, he knew everyone that had 10th level access, but the guard had never seen this man before.

Then he came to a realization.

"Sir, are you perhaps the Death Lord Army?"

"That's correct." Aldred didn't know what name to register so he just said random stuff.

"I see. You can enter the dungeon very easily, sir. Anything that leads underground is an entrance."

Aldred nodded and entered the city.

Along the way, a lot of adventurers with complete equipment were entering the city with their comrades. Some brought vicious beasts as pets, and some brought small carts filled with a lot of stuff.

Aldred saw them entering through the many dark entrances around the city.

Suddenly, there was a shout.

"Attack!"

Arrows rained on the adventurers, and they quickly fished out their protective treasures, throwing them in the air, creating a dome of protective layer.

"Those guys from Epolissa are attacking us!"

"Bastard!"