"I heard all your conversations!"
Baymont had just stepped out of the room on his front foot when Sagon jumped in from outside the open window on his back foot.
Evelyn had only just gone out and returned to see Sagon back in one piece - think of him taking Evelyn's instructions in stride and secretly eating many of the palace attendants while she was away, arousing Baymont's suspicions in the process.
Despite having regrown his stump, Sagon still looked much thinner than before, his face paler and his jaw thinner, except for those turquoise eyes that remained bright as if they had flames burning in them when he looked at Evelyn.
Sagon stared at Evelyn with burning eyes and asked, "So you still want Baymont, right? Do you want Baymont more than me?"
His barrage of pressed questions bordered on aggressive, but the usual surly demeanor in Sagon had disappeared long ago when he'd been corralled like a dog.
He pursed his lips, his e
Baymont wants to have a baby. A child that was conceived through his body and belonged entirely to Evelyn. Though children born of demons are also destined to be demons, Baymont wants his child to be like Evelyn, with long, beautiful pale blonde hair and a soft, warm body, and just as he belongs to Evelyn, this child conceived by him will belong to Evelyn as well. Baymont vaguely understands that humans, unlike demons, are a race that emphasizes marriage, family, and bloodlines, and human women are even more so, taught from birth to be docile, diligent, and understanding, and to love their mates and children as much as their own lives. He hopes that the child he gave birth to will become a part of his life and a bond between him and Evelyn, just like Evelyn. Baymont's desire for children stems from his love and dependence on Evelyn. He hopes to continue their love and their lives through their children. He hopes that this child can become a witness of their love and a beauti
Evelyn froze slightly. Has Xavier been captured by Shaykh? She had heard a few of the palace attendants talk about Xavier entering the Old Realm and searching for her, humans like him who were strong, powerful and possessed demonic abilities to restrain demons were quite rare, but any well-informed demon had heard of a special human who had appeared, and Shaykh was certainly no exception. Since Xavier was on Shaykh's side, he should have known her whereabouts as well, and it was only a matter of time before he found his way here. As for the matter of being made into a mannequin by Shaykh ...... Evelyn just smiled slightly, without a trace of worry showing on her face. Evelyn thought in her mind, if even a piece of shit like Shaykh can beat you, then you're a loser with no growth after all, so what can you do even if you come? Evelyn waited peacefully and quietly with an inexplicable feeling for the inheritance ceremony, looking at the three moons hanging side by side in
Evelyn couldn't help but laugh softly.Asmodeus blinked, looking at Evelyn's beautiful profile, and asked in confusion, "What are you laughing about?""Well..." Evelyn replied after a moment's thought, "I just found something amusing, that's all."Asmodeus: "?"Evelyn didn't speak again. She leaned against the railing, chin propped on one hand, and looked down at the atrium below with a well-traveled demeanor, as if she were a guest seated above a gladiatorial arena.Under her gaze, Shaykh, who hadn't been seen for a long time, frowned tightly with an expression of annoyance and impatience. He turned his face sideways as if one more glance at the other demons would make him sick. Shaykh pursed his lips and said, "It's noisy.""Oops, it's Shaykh," Grand Duchess Mapa unfolded her fan to shield her face, the charming eye on the fan narrowing slightly as if smiling, "Finally, I see you've come out of that crummy castle, and you're still as lovely as ever."Shaykh sneered, "Old woman, you
Evelyn looked to be in a good mood, her footsteps light as she pulled Asmodeus down the off-white hallway, a faint smile on her beautiful face. She kept holding Asmodeus's hand without letting go, as if it was a perfectly natural thing to do.Asmodeus followed her step by step, hanging his head and staring blankly at Evelyn's hand that was holding his, looking like a dog that had been put on a leash and was obediently following its master. Evelyn noticed his gaze, turned her face sideways, gave him a look and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at?" Asmodeus blinked, and a long moment passed before he suddenly said, "Your hands are so soft." Evelyn: "?" Evelyn found it a little amusing that from Asmodeus' words, she didn't sense a man's praise for a woman at all; the other woman looked as if she had found a novelty and was overly curious and surprised by it. "Did you just realize that now?" Evelyn asked. Asmodeus nodded thoughtfully - he moved his fingers, which w
Immediately after that, Asmodeus suddenly realized something and questioned Evelyn in a strongly dissatisfied tone, "Do you think I can't kill him? Do you think I'm weak?" "Of course not," Evelyn shook her head, her eyes sincere, "I never thought so." Asmodeus bristled, seeming to completely disbelieve the flowery words Evelyn used to curry favor with him, and crumbled to himself, "There is no such thing as the best ...... Of course I don't mind if you think so, of course I'm strong! I'm not as strong as Agarez or Baymont, but I wouldn't even think twice about a guy of Sagon's caliber, I'd be able to kill him several times, it's just a matter of how long it takes. I went one-on-one with Sagon many times when I was a kid, and in the end, he couldn't beat me and sneaked away-" "I'll get Sagon now." Asmodeus was halfway through talking to himself when he suddenly made a decision. He dropped the crumpled pieces in his hand onto the messy bo
Despite her words, Evelyn remained without mercy. She suddenly remembered Baymont's unobtrusive look at her - it was a gentleness that he tried his best to show, a softness that came from those cold, violet eyes that, even though it only seemed to be just a little bit, was all he could give out as a demon. Evelyn couldn't remember when Baymont had been watching her with those eyes since, but when she realized it, she gently, with compulsion, lured the other into her vortex willingly. She did this sort of thing with ease and without hesitation, but Evelyn still hadn't expected Baymont to go this far-- Combining Agarez's words with the vial of blood Baymont had asked her for earlier, Evelyn figured that if she was right, Baymont would have taken her blood to deliver a child of his own. ...... This demon seems pretty smart, but why would he do something so bafflingly stupid? Perhaps because it wasn't through her own body that the demon's offspring were conceived, Evelyn didn'
Evelyn had a thoughtful look on her face, and after a moment, spoke in a warm voice, "In that case, we should be able to stall for a while ...... If any demons find us during that time, kill them. Can you do that?" "Could be." Xavier replied. Shaykh sneered, mocking the human's arrogance and lack of self-importance, "Just a human, and you want to kill demons? What kind of dream are you having?" "Probably," Xavier countered in a glib tone that instantly crushed the other man's towering ego, "it'll probably be a little more difficult than cleaning up after you." Shaykh: "!!!" Evelyn: "Pfft." "I've been dying to ask before," Evelyn inquired curiously, "why Xavier are you staying with Shaykh." "Because of the contract," Xavier replied briefly, "he is now my enchanter." Evelyn: "......" Evelyn tried her best to keep her face taut, but she couldn't help herself, "Pfft-" "Shut up! No more laughing!"
Humans and demons are two completely different creatures. Humans are weak, demons are strong; humans are gentle, demons are cruel; clever humans are scheming, sinister demons are simple and brutal. If for humans, love is payment, risk, companionship, vows and eternity, then what does love mean for demons? This question is the beginning of Evelyn's glimpse into Irzey's calm yet terrifying side. Evelyn put her hands behind her back as she stood peacefully in front of a tombstone. This tombstone belonged to an old woman, who was the most faithful follower of the temple, and had been coming to the temple to pray for many years, rain or shine, day in and day out, and was a highly reputable elderly person. Not long ago she contracted an illness, her body became weaker and weaker, and she died after surviving her last winter. This headstone was purchased for her by her loving husband. A drizzling rain was falling from the sky, and the leaden clouds pressed down so heavily that on
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