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 two powerful, terrifying demons were like wild beasts that were about to hug each other and tear each other apart, their gazes confronting each other and their breaths entwining, and for a time, their terrifying auras and pressures forced the entire frail and old castle to become even more shaky. In such a tense moment where no one dared to relax easily, neither the Demon Archduke nor the Demon King's eldest son noticed the movement of the only living human beside them. Of course, the very self-aware Evelyn was unlikely to do anything that would draw too much attention from the demon. She just gingerly picked up her cushion and dusted the dust and gravel off of it, then carefully backed into a corner and finally sat down quietly - she didn't want to be caught in the middle of a battle between two demons, and a little bit of shelter was a little bit of shelter. She sat on a cushion stained with a bit of fine gray, her back against the crumbli
Evelyn agreed quickly, without half a second's hesitation, and with a cheerful expression on her face, as if she wasn't dealing with a blood-bathed demon, but an elementary school teacher who had asked her if she wanted to go on a spring trip together. Of course, there was no reluctance in Evelyn's mind - she'd found the trick with demons, which was not to say no and to be as submissive as possible. That could be really easy for Evelyn. Having gotten the answer he wanted, Agarez, as if he had lost interest in her, quickly averted his gaze from Evelyn's face, as if he intended to ignore her - just as he thought in his own mind that he wouldn't have even looked at Evelyn if she hadn't had a special relationship with the most powerful demon of them all! . He stood up. By now, the skin on his face had been repaired, the damaged flesh tissue reappearing smooth and fitting over the near-perfect bones of his face, the regenerated skin free of any lingering bloo
Agarez reacted immediately. He flipped his wrist, and the crescent-shaped blade instantly changed direction, the sharp tip aimed straight at Baymont - a belligerent demon who, Evelyn thought, would have leapt at the chance to fight even without his own provocative words. Baymont, unmoved by this, glanced at Evelyn with slight amusement. Evelyn reached out her hand and carefully gripped the hilt of the scythe at her side, softly soothing him, "Um ...... sorry, I was just kidding, please don't take it seriously." Agarez wasn't supposed to care what she said. Taking whoever he wanted to take, fighting whoever he wanted to fight, and surely stepping over the bodies of whoever he wanted dead, Agarez was born to ignore the words of others, to see them as meaningless noise - but this time he actually stopped moving. Evelyn gripped the hilt of his blade, attempting to stop him with a tiny to negligible amount of force. The demons who had attempted to stop Agarez were all dead -
Baymont ponders this while acquiescing to Evelyn's over-reliance on his behavior. Yet Evelyn nestled quietly in his arms, without a trace of fear on her beautiful white face. If Baymont had been able to watch her expression and look into her eyes, he would have recognized at once that the tenderness, the closeness, and the dependence she showed were all lies with ulterior motives. Evelyn thought calmly that her guess was right, Baymont could indeed find her by the mark on her. If Baymont could do it, then Irzey's other sons should be able to as well. If that was the case, escaping would be a pointless endeavor. Because she would be found on the trail anytime, anywhere. ...... And, Baymont has grown to care for her. Evelyn hadn't been so sure before-after all, Baymont had always been aloof, as if indifferent to whatever was going on-but now she had finally come to a judgment. what Baymont had shown, what he had defended to her, had gone beyond the bounds of duty. And he's
Baymont guessed so. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the stone he had squeezed in his hand was emitting a miserable wail, with several more ugly cracks in it, almost on the verge of becoming shattered. Baymont stared at the stone that had never resounded with a woman's voice, and made a silent mental judgment: perhaps, he was hoping to be desired by Evelyn. But what is it because of? Baymont was suddenly caught in a mist like no other, and Evelyn's face and figure were hidden behind it ...... or she was the mist itself. It was at this point that Vanessa approached him with a look of lust. "The Queen she ...... has been a little strange lately," Vanessa said, "refusing to eat or talk. I don't know why humans are like this ...... Do you know why, Lord Baymont?" Before Baymont could think briefly, he made the instinctive reply, "I'll check it out." ...... Baymont pushed open the door of the tightly closed room and stepped inside. He'd just taken a st
Evelyn has always believed that physical contact leads to closer proximity. And indeed it did. After that hug and snuggle, Evelyn had a vague sense of a more subtle change in Baymont's attitude toward her. The two of them don't spend much, if any, time together; Evelyn has always been alone in her room, protected by layers of attendants as an important legacy, while Baymont is busy working, preparing for the next succession ceremony, where the consul must be responsible for inviting the twelve demon archdukes who are at odds with the Demon King-although five of them have already been killed by Agarez. -even though these twelve demon archdukes have been slain by Agarez to the point where only five remain. They would meet only occasionally, in empty corridors, or at the corners of silent staircases.Baymont was always alone, and Evelyn tended to be followed by Vanessa or some other demonic squire.Evelyn would smile gently at him, as she had before, and Baym
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