After the incident when Evelyn couldn't push the door of her room and was trapped inside, resulting in near starvation, Baymont seems to have a greater awareness of human tenderness. He arranges for Vanessa to become Evelyn's consort, lest she die of some strange and trivial matter before the succession ceremony. Vanessa is the demoness with the poisonous snake on her head, sort of like Medusa, and even though she cuts off her arm, it doesn't take long for her body, which Evelyn finds extraordinarily sexy and powerful, to be as good as new. Having company should have been a good thing; after all, Evelyn was full of doubts and curiosity about demons and the Old Realm, and there were some things she couldn't ask Baymont directly or indirectly, Evelyn could only plan to get words out of the demoness who hadn't moved an inch. However, Evelyn realizes that she doesn't understand the demon's language at all, and Vanessa doesn't know anything about the common language of humans. Ev
It wasn't long - Evelyn wasn't sure how long, but it certainly wasn't ten months, and it was terribly short - before Vanessa "gave birth" to a child. A baby. Evelyn's feelings were subtle and mixed. ...... She just became a mother? Uh, no, Vanessa had the baby, so she's the father? Evelyn stared at the "little monster" in front of her and fell into a wonderful contemplation. Although it's not good to use "little monster" to describe a newborn child, Evelyn couldn't find any other way to describe it than "little monster". ...... The "little monster" had a big head that was as long as its body, a thin, shriveled torso, limbs that were as shriveled as reptile arms and legs, and a small, bare tail ...... although it looked a bit like an extra tailbone. Vanessa ate her hair, hoping to have a child with the same light blonde hair, but it didn't work out as she had hoped. "There were only a few strands of dry hair growing sparsely on the little monster's big, even bloated head, a
There were a total of three moons in the Old Empire. When Evelyn first came here, there was only a single red moon in the sky, but now it has been replaced by a cold blue moon. Baymont once said that when the red, blue, and purple moons rise together in the sky, the inheritance ceremony should begin. As part of the inheritance, Evelyn was of course protected, or rather guarded, without the consent of Consul Baymont, she could not leave the great palace, most of the time Baymont gave her the advice that it was best to limit the scope of activities within this room. Evelyn had been able to devote her time and attention to Xavier, but when Xavier was disposed of - probably eaten by Vanessa - she was forced to leave the room. Vanessa ate him, Evelyn wasn't sure, but when Xavier was disposed of - maybe by Vanessa, Evelyn wasn't sure - she went back to her old life, studying the language of demons. With ordinary textbooks no longer sufficient for her needs, Evelyn politely asked B
At the time, Evelyn was busy dealing with a messenger sent by her family. In fact, Evelyn's identity in this world is not that of a commoner living in a frontier town, but rather the daughter of an earl's family, sent to a small frontier town far from the hustle and bustle of the imperial capital after the death of her nominal father, who was unpopular with her mother. Evelyn's mother is a woman so obsessed with power and desire that gold, not blood, runs through her veins. She disliked Evelyn because she would never listen to her and would never sleep with a noble lord - from the time Evelyn was five years old, the woman calculated what she could get in exchange for her daughter's body. As Evelyn grew older and more beautiful, the Countess, who had traveled around the imperial capital, seemed to remember that she had an older daughter, and she looked at Evelyn as if she were a fortune. At that time, almost everyone thought that Evelyn would ride in a luxurious carriage and
Sagon was Irzey's youngest son. Baymont had mentioned him once, albeit in a few words, but it had given Evelyn a general impression of the youngest son - he must have taken a detour when he met him. Evelyn had also asked Vanessa about the Demon King's sons, and when it had come to the three older brothers, Vanessa had looked normal, even respectful, and it was only when Sagon had been mentioned that Vanessa had shown a look of awe and disgust, and after only a few words she had closed her mouth and refused to talk about it any further. And now Evelyn had finally met the Sagon she had always been curious about. To be honest, the other party had a pretty, easy to love face, maybe because of his young age, he still had some baby fat on his face, and when he smiled, a small pear swirl showed on his left cheek, which seemed to make people feel close to him easily. But those turquoise eyes were as cold as a crawling viper. The huge contrast created a feeling of incompatibility
It wasn't until he had pinched Evelyn's red cheeks that Sagon was satisfied and withdrew his hand - human skin is so soft, he thought to himself. Evelyn covered her vaguely sore cheek and whispered, "Baymont will come looking for me when he realizes I'm gone." "Wow," Sagon stared at her with a grin, "Are you threatening me with that Baymont guy? Baymont doesn't care about anything, I know him too well." Evelyn continued, "But according to the tradition here, I am your father's legacy. Do you have the power to do whatever you want with me until the succession ceremony?" Sagon touches her pinched red cheek and says lightly, "Honestly, I kinda like you, Queen. And I'm not really interested in any of the other heirs." "You'll be my property by then anyway," Sagon gave her an oozing smile, "What difference does it make if I use it sooner or later?" Evelyn: "............" Seeing that Sagon seems to be determined to play with her as he pleases, Evelyn thinks about it and give
Shaykh examined Evelyn through the layers of curtains, finding this human very special. She neither cried nor cowered, there was no look of fear on her face, nor was there the slightest hint of nervousness in her gaze. From the first step she took into this castle, she behaved calmly, even freely, from the beginning to the end. She looked at her fellow humans as if she were looking down on crumbling flora and fauna, and in the face of demons as if she were treating beasts that were understandable and relatable, and therefore not scary. ...... So what is she trying to do now? Is it luring a demon? Evelyn waited a moment and saw several thick black tentacles rustling out from behind the curtain. She laughed a little, not surprised - how could she say that a human saying to a demon, "Would you like to touch my skin?" was, in turn, akin to a cat laying on the ground with its belly spread out, saying to its human owner, "You can touch all you want. You can touch me all you want
The first thing Shaykh sees when he wakes up is still Evelyn. She was still sitting on the cushion outside the curtain, as if she hadn't taken a step away, well-behaved like a pet whose owner was out and honestly watching the house - in Shaykh's eyes, all humans were pets, and pets were only differentiated by being cute or not, obedient or disobedient. Evelyn's delicate form was hidden from view by the layers of curtains, but the demon's eyesight had always been superior, so Shaykh observed her figure, her movements, and the expression on her face with precision. Evelyn is fixing his hair. Since she didn't have a comb, she could only insert her slender fingers into her soft hair, combing it one by one, carefully, so as not to get knots in it. The serious look on her face just showed some fatigue, as if she hadn't rested well, and when she lowered her eyes, her raven-feathered lashes would follow suit, looking as if she were asleep. Evel
The succession ceremony was soon upon us. Under the interplay of the three moons, the night sky presented magnificent and marvelous colors. On the periphery of the quietly floating royal palace, all the high-ranking demons spread their huge and pitch-black batwings and peacefully waited for the ceremony to begin, the air filled with a tense and austere atmosphere. Mappa had already waited with some impatience, and the densely packed eyes on her forehead looked towards the gray-white royal palace in unison. She pinched her fan, the declining face revealing a sneer under the cover of the fan, as Mapa said mockingly, "Geez, His Majesty the Quasi-Demon King couldn't have escaped, could he?" Upon hearing this, Baymont, who was silent at the side, then immediately gave her a cold look. "Don't look at me with those eyes." Probably because she felt that Evelyn had no hope of being able to win against the invincible Agarez, so facing the Consul's eyes, M
This was also unexpected from Evelyn. Evelyn had little expression on her face as she asked Baymont, "I thought it was said that no demon has made it back from the Abyss alive so far?" Baymont's voice was cold, "It seems Agarez is the exception." There was a distinctly more abyssal aura about Agarez, and Evelyn couldn't say what it felt like, except for the vague realization that Agarez wasn't quite a demon anymore-he was stoic and violent, calm and paranoid, contradictory in every look and every gesture, like an iceberg melting but dripping molten lava, like a fire burning in a snowfields, just not like a living, breathing creature capable of action and speech. Wherever he went, the air became thin and distorted. Facing Agarez, who had returned from the abyss, every demon in the room felt as if they had been suffocated by death, and even Mapa, who had always been the boldest, spoke with trepidation and trembled as if she were walking on thin ic
Evelyn defeated Mapa. It was nothing surprising; from the moment Marpa caught a hint of familiarity in Evelyn's body and subconsciously developed an unconcealable fear, the demoness who had exposed herself to her weaknesses was doomed to become a loser. But instead of choosing to eat her, Evelyn leaves her alive. This made Mappa feel doubly humiliated - she couldn't look at humans and despised such powerless and weak races, so naturally she couldn't hold much respect for Evelyn, who was transformed from a human. Mappa would rather be inside Evelyn's stomach than be at her beck and call. Evelyn seems to have read Mapa's mind. She half crouched in front of the Archduchess as the other lay dying on the ground, half of her face burned by the black flames pressed against the ground, the other half hidden beneath her long, dark, misty hair. Evelyn reached out and cupped Mapa's pointed jaw, forcing her to lift her face. Evelyn then go
Evelyn is invited to the castle of Archduchess Mapa. Mappa's castle was even more lavish than she had imagined - the ever-so-extravagant Archduchess was clearly more attached to her residence than the empty, pale palace. As the servant guided her, Evelyn stepped through corridors paved with costly crystals that Evelyn had only seen in Agarez's treasure trove, said to be the bones of a rare and vicious beast that lived in the depths of the swamps, and from which every inch of the floor of Castle Mapa had been built. In addition to this, other treasures were everywhere, and most of them were casually discarded on the floor or in corners, as if the owner who had taken them from them had given but a fraction of a second of his time to the love of them, and then threw them on the floor and turned his head and forgot all about them. Complex, rich scents floated around the castle, and Evelyn could vaguely distinguish which of the beautiful carnivorous
"Did you miss me?" Sagon lay on his back on Evelyn's soft bed and seemed to be in a very happy mood as he crossed his thin two legs and shifted from one to the other. He propped his face up with one hand and stroked Hilda's hair with the other. The small, thin Hilda was bound mercilessly, his palmed lips wide open, tearing at Hilda's hair with his sharp teeth. Hilda was in pain, but Sagon covered her mouth, so all she could do was stare at Sagon with a furious glare. "Be careful," Evelyn warned instead of answering him, "you're hurting her." Sagon did not comply with her intention to change the topic, but to say something inexplicably creepy and sweet to himself, "I have been thinking about you, no matter when or where. You disappeared for such a long time ...... honestly I thought you had died, and for that reason I shed quite a few sad tears ...... obviously I didn't even cry when my father died." "But sometimes I think that you might
This power was bizarre and surging, making him feel extremely unfamiliar.Baymont's breath stuttered, as if he had sensed the danger under the thin ice, and instantly realized what was going on. Immediately after that, he turned his head expressionlessly and looked straight in the direction that Fang had left, his somewhat gloomy purple pupils abruptly narrowing. Obviously, this force went straight to Evelyn with lightning speed.Baymont couldn't think in time, he subconsciously chased after her, his figure was as fast as a ghost that appeared and disappeared suddenly. As he expected, the strange force did stop in front of Evelyn. It was a white demon he had never seen before, barely recognizable by race, its body sturdy and long and lean, its back hunched over, its slightly raised spine like a sharp hill that stretched all the way down to a long, thin, sharp tail that finally dissolved into white bone. Its head was also covered by hard white bone
Ruins full of corpses are not a suitable place to live, Evelyn intends to refurbish the dilapidated palace, when faced with this proposal, Baymont does not say anything, but just stares at her for a moment with what feels like an odd gaze, as if speculating on her intentions. Evelyn saw his skepticism and said in a brisk voice, "Don't look at me like that, isn't it your wish that I stay?" Baymont denied coldly and quickly, "That was before." Evelyn blinked, she was about to say something when she was interrupted by Baymont's voice.Baymont said with a blank face, "Do what you want to do whatever you want to do, don't bother me." After that, Baymont glanced at Evelyn with grayish purple pupils and turned away. Hilda leaned carefully behind the pillar, and she watched Baymont's figure disappear from view before she dared to boldly trot out from behind it, looking up at Evelyn with two bright eyes. "Will you stay here all the time?
Evelyn finds fresh water that can help Baymont cleanse his body, and despite the palace resembling a barren wasteland, some of the infrastructure is surprisingly still functional. Evelyn did some simple cleaning, and began to help Baymont clean his body.Baymont's body, Evelyn has seen it many times, but Evelyn is still the first time he has become so thin body ...... Demons rely on devouring their own kind to gain strength, and if they reduce feeding, it will naturally become weakened. Evelyn also noticed the stitch-like marks on both of his arms; these ordinary-looking, human-like hands were certainly not grown normally, and Evelyn guessed that Baymont had probably used some kind of smelting to forge them, then cut off his own hands and finally sewed them on. "......" Evelyn reached out again and touched the broken horn on the top of Baymont's head, which had extremely flat cuts in it. The remainder of the horn was hidden vaguely between the hair, so th
Almost from the moment she saw Hilda, Evelyn was sure of her identity. This could be because of that wonderful bloodline; after all, Hilda was Baymont's child conceived from her blood, and the closer they were to each other, the more deeply the part of Hilda that flowed through her and originally belonged to Evelyn would call to her. Evelyn's first sight of Hilda was not taken away from her by the other woman's rare long pale blonde hair; quite the opposite, her vision was slightly dazzled, and a subtle sound surged intermittently in her ears - the sound of blood flowing through her veins. The primal blood ties of the demons drew them to each other, called them to each other, and even though Hilda had deliberately hidden it and Evelyn had no intention of admitting it, she still knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Hilda was her child, that there was a minuscule part of Hilda that came from her, and that all beyond that had been given to and shaped for he