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 unruly red dragon is not really the despicable type who takes advantage of people, mocking his own underlings, wantonly ridiculing the other's sincere yet weak affection for her, yet being incredibly annoyed by her pleas for mercy. The lower Evelyn begged for mercy, the angrier and more violent he became, and at last the rage burned into a brain that had no semblance of sanity left, and he uttered that mind-boggling condition. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a flicker of regret arose, but that flicker became lost along with Evelyn's unquestioning yes. It was an exceptionally tragic situation, resulting in Evelyn not wanting to see a second dragon in heat and pissed off for the rest of her life. What Evelyn found even more amusing was that dragons in heat were even more sensitive, delicate and fragile-minded than post-partum women, and the red dragon was furious at her defense of her love rival, and shocked, nervous, disturbed, an
Evelyn let out a "hmmm" and joked, "Sounds like a parasite." Shaykh looked at her coldly and said, "I'm not kidding." "...... Don't be so serious, please lighten up," Evelyn winked at him, her eyes like glazed glass and beautiful stars, "After all, it's me who's about to die ...... Or are you worried about me, Archduke?" Shaykh let out a snort as if she had told a joke that wasn't funny. But soon, he reacted quickly, furrowed his brows, gave Evelyn a look, and spoke, "Aren't you going to transform into a demon?" Evelyn propped up her cheeks, a thoughtful look appearing on her face, and after a moment, she replied seriously, "I'd probably still prefer to be a normal human than a demon." Shaykh looked at her in disbelief and said, "But you will die." Evelyn: "Do I look like I'm a life saver?" Shaykh: "......" Once again, Shaykh felt deeply puzzled - it seemed to him that despite her deviousness and cunn