It's Baymont.
Evelyn's face was buried in the soft bedding, and Sagon had been pressing on the back of her head so that she couldn't look up, and therefore couldn't see Baymont's stance or the look on his face at the moment - most of the time, Baymont's black hood blocked Evelyn's view of his features, and she could only guess by the sound of his voice. Most of the time, Baymont's black hood blocked Evelyn's view of him, and Evelyn could only guess at his emotions, which barely fluctuated, by the sound of his voice.
Now, for example, Evelyn knew without looking that Baymont was angry.
The angrier he gets, the calmer he gets and the less willing he is to talk.
Sagon apparently realized this as well, and he seemed to smell some sort of unusual vibe in the air, or perhaps the blood in his body was coldly reminding him of it.
The sharp imp instantly tensed its entire body, its long, thin tail raised high, subconsciously taking a defensive s
But don't hate the failure one either. Evelyn quietly snuggled in Baymont s arms, thinking in her heart that losers won t always be losers ...... If you plant a small seed in each other s hearts, and irrigate it day and night with sweet or vicious words, it will someday grow into a big tree that she really wants. Baymont cradled Evelyn in his arms and swung his pitch-black wings to carry her back to the palace. Human weight was insignificant to him, but even so he could keenly feel Evelyn's body wasting away even more - he held her shoulders, hard skin clinging to the excessively weak bones, and she was so light and thin that it seemed as if the wind would blow her away if she didn't pay attention. Back at the palace, Baymont has no intention of putting her down, but keeps holding her and walking back to his room. Along the way, Evelyn felt as if many eyes were watching her. So, she raised her head and pulled up the black hood that covered most of her face, her eyes followin
The magic that Baymont had left in him was still desperately trying to prevent his wounds from undergoing even the most basic of healing, and the cuts on Sagon's arms continued to drip with blood, dark red beads of blood snapping and dripping onto the floor, and it didn't take long for them to pool into a puddle of bloodstains. Sagon's original pretty, girlish face was also in such a sorry state that one could not dare to look directly at it, and those turquoise eyes had been gouged out, so that there were only two black holes left in his face, and the blood that flowed out from there had congealed into two dried rivers on his face in a horrifying shape, and it did indeed make one's head numb at first glance. Also, his chest still bore the hole Baymont had created when he had cut it open, and Evelyn could easily see the faintly beating half of his heart hidden there by dropping her eyes. Evelyn stepped in front of him, crouched down, and even though the
Sagon, who has lost his eyes and is physically crippled, has become much more docile, probably realizing that Evelyn is now the only person he can trust and rely on, and Evelyn senses that he seems to have developed an unusual dependence on himself. Sneaking Sagon in here wasn't a difficult task, despite Evelyn being a weak, feeble, unimpressive human in the eyes of the demons, she was still the Queen and no one could enter her room without her permission. But the problem is Sagon's food. Evelyn could of course generously share her food with Sagon, but what she ate was nowhere near enough for Sagon. What the badly wounded and unhealed imp needed was the flesh of more and more powerful demons, which would serve to replenish his strength and heal himself quickly as it were, or else he would have to rely on the much less efficient sleep. Without adequate feeding, Sagon's body shows no signs of improvement, his lost limbs are difficult to regenerate, and his body stays weak day
"So annoying!" Asmodeus wracked his brain trying unsuccessfully to untangle his tangled tail, and soon he grew impatient and simply went ahead and prepared to rip the entire length of the thin black tail off. Luckily Evelyn stopped him just in time, took his wrists in both hands and said, "Wait, just hold still for a second and let me try." Asmodeus grimaced, cupping his cheeks in both hands and handing Evelyn her tail, which was tied in a dead knot. Evelyn stared at Asmodeus's tail for a moment, like she was looking at a tangled mess of headphone cords she'd just ripped out of her book bag; she had the most patience for that sort of thing. She first carefully touched Asmodeus' tail, which was longer and a bit thicker than Sagon's, with the same pointed triangle at the end. Unlike the demon's extraordinarily hard body, the tail was instead very soft and flexible, and the surface was smooth, cool and soft to the touch, and with a little bit of force one could feel the elast
I will love you and always will. The expression on Izel's face was quite serious as she uttered those words. He would have been a man prone to seriousness, and would even have been a serious thinker of jokes, not that such a character was bad - in fact Evelyn found such a serious, proper Irzey rather amusing to tease - except that after very serious and rigorous thinking, Irzey still couldn't understand problems that ordinary people could understand. Hearing him say that, Evelyn thought about it and asked, "How long is 'forever'?" Perhaps Irzey took her question as a sign of the girl's uncharacteristically obvious uneasiness when it came to her feelings, and Irzey briefly pondered this for some time before gazing at her intently. Evelyn had always thought that his eyes were the best part of his entire body, and that was especially true when he was looking at her intently and wholeheartedly. Irzey replied, "Probably as long as my life." Evelyn let out an "oh" and said w
"That human? I've also heard of it, that guy Bires somehow messed with that human, but was tossed around enough, almost died ...... It's the first time I've heard of a human being being able to defeat a demon, or a demon of Bires' level." "...... What are you guys talking about?" At this time, Evelyn stopped and walked up to the tall demon retainers. Her face returned to a gentle and affectionate expression that was endearing at first glance and could easily make people lose their guard. There was palpable curiosity in her glazed eyes as she gazed from the bottom up at the demons before her, the shimmering light in her eyes like fine stars.Evelyn pleaded softly, "May I hear it too?" "......" The demons looked at each other in dismay, but finally told Evelyn, "It's a very strange human that has recently appeared in the Old Domain, that human is so powerful that he can even rival a high-ranking demon of Bireth's kind of level, and the wounds he inflicted on the demons can't
Evelyn is looking in the mirror, seriously brushing her hair. She turned her head sideways and ran a comb through the long, beautiful, soft, pale blonde hair, running her fingers through it as if she were caressing a river of gold. Once she had combed her hair, she began to braid it in a simple yet beautiful braid. She was skillful and dexterous, she hadn't helped pretty girls with their hair before when she was at the temple, and it didn't take long for the soft strands to intertwine with each other, the slightly curly crunchy hair hanging masterfully around her ears. She took a good look at the skin on her face in the mirror, pale, delicate and smooth, perhaps because she had adapted to living here, her face had regained some of its redness rather than all of its whiteness, and she looked in good spirits, or at least very healthy. Immediately after that, she stood a little farther away and examined the long dress she was wearing with the unique critical eyes of a girl - it
Agarez stared at her face for a moment before shifting his gaze to the solid black gem. To him, the pure black gem was as common and plain as the gray gravel that could be found everywhere, the only feature being that it had been picked out by Evelyn from amongst a large pile of treasure. He wouldn't have even cast a glance at the gem if it hadn't been favored by Evelyn, and in fact he couldn't remember when he'd dropped it into the place. "My eyes?" Agarez repeated Evelyn's words, his gaze coldly scrutinizing the gem. He spoke, "Because it's all equally black." Evelyn shook her head with a sincere expression and said, "Because it's all equally beautiful." Saying so, Evelyn signaled Agarez to raise his hand, and immediately afterward placed the pure black gem into Agarez's palm. His hand was a sharp claw belonging to a dragon type, covered with hard and tiny scales, the sharp edges glowing with a light cold light, this pure black gem lay silently on his palm, it looked to
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