Evelyn only heard him say in a very calm tone:
"You have your decision and I have mine."
Xavier whispered, "I won't let you die, Evelyn-Muñoz."
Muñoz is Evelyn's last name, a family name that may be known in the far-flung and bustling empire, but no one cares in a frontier town.
Often Evelyn will deliberately omit her last name and just say "Evelyn", and even when asked, she'll smile a gracious and slightly embarrassed smile that will make them feel offended by her.
As far as I can remember, Evelyn only mentioned her last name to Xavier once.
It was when Xavier had just entered the temple, and it was only because of Evelyn's desperate plea that the High Priest and the Knight Commander took in the slum-born, fatherless Xavier and allowed him to enter the monastery to study - it was not really a very nice place, containing outcasts raised by the temple, delinquents who committed transgression after delinquent transg
With Shaykh's help, Evelyn soon counter-constructed spells capable of opening other realms in the Old Realm. The triple structure spell Irzey had left on her body had weakened her human frame, but it had also dramatically transformed her physique. Though weak, Evelyn could slowly feel some sort of power awakening and flowing inside her body - something that would never have happened before. "If you eat the demon's flesh," Shaykh said, looking at her coldly, "you will become stronger." Evelyn honors it. At the same time that Evelyn successfully maneuvered a spell that would allow her to return to the human world, the collection of demon hearts on Xavier's side was also going very well-- "Hey, that's what you want, right?" Above the night sky, the bone dragon, every bare joint creaking, slowly coiled down as Shaykh stepped off its spine expressionlessly. With that, he raised his hand, his black robes fluttering high as he did so, and heart after heart that was beating po
Empire, the royal capital. The king's capital in the pounding rain showed its dead side, tall and decaying buildings stood in the rain, like shadows in the deep sea. Evelyn listened quietly for a moment, then suddenly opened her pale, soft lips and whispered, "Xavier, is it raining outside?" Evelyn didn't hear the response she was looking for in the pitch blackness, and she waited peacefully for a few moments, then with beautiful eyes that had lost focus, she looked earnestly in a certain direction and repeated, "Xavier?" Her voice, as subtle as a butterfly's wings, snapped her rider out of his great exhaustion in moments, and Xavier snapped back to his senses and subconsciously replied, "I am." "Is it raining outside?" Xavier immediately glanced out the window - the only narrow window in the entire house, through which he could know every move outside - and found a temporary hiding place in the eastern city of the royal capital, a remote place separated from the rest of
Evelyn was acutely aware of the change in her surroundings as soon as she awoke; the curses that had so often reached her ears and belonged to the noisy hustle and bustle of the streets of the East Side had disappeared, and there was a terrible silence all around her. The bedding, the sheets and the quilt felt different but quite comfortable, Evelyn sat up cautiously, she had lost her eyesight and her alertness and sensitivity to the outside world had increased several times in the pitch blackness, but strangely, she didn't perceive any danger in such a completely unfamiliar environment. Just then, there was a slight movement in a certain direction, and Evelyn quickly "looked" over and asked simply and calmly, "Who's where?" The man didn't answer her question right away, and instead of identifying himself, the footsteps, which could have been restrained, gradually returned to normal, one by one, slightly heavier footsteps as if deliberately pounding on Evelyn's heart, swimming
Evelyn was well aware of her physical condition, she began to slowly transform from human to demon, during this period she needed a large amount of demonic flesh and blood as a power supplement - compared to demons, human flesh and blood was ineffective as a power supplement, but it was enough to awaken her hunger for the small part of her body that belonged to demonic desires. The small part of her body that belongs to the demon's desire. And all the while, Asa cleverly peeks into the secret corner of her body. What Evelyn found strange, however, was that Asa continued to display a subtle sense of business-as-usual in his words and behavior. He seems to have intentionally hidden Evelyn's secret, even though he knows it's unusual and unclean, and as always, he dutifully takes care of Evelyn's body, as if he only sees her as an ordinary patient waiting to be saved. His attitude was just too weird either way. "Does this force ...... feel right to you?" Asa lifted his head sl
Evelyn: "......" Evelyn: "?" Hearing the other party taunt herself with such unflinching words, Evelyn blinked her eyes as if deliberately catering to Celia, and the kind of pitiful, endearing look that the other party perceived passed over her face. "Pretending to be pitiful? That's not true," said Evelyn, smiling a little and speaking in a natural tone, "I'm already pitiful, Miss Celia. Take pity on me, if you can." After being inexplicably sarcastic, Evelyn shows absolutely no signs of anger and is even in the mood for a joke. Seeing her like this, Celia originally had a lot of vicious and pungent words that were being held in her stomach, but now she couldn't make any effort like a punch on cotton, staring at her fiercely for half a day, but didn't say a single word. After a moment, Celia let go of her hand and said with cold sarcasm, "It's precisely because there are so many people like you who think they're pitiful that Asa-sama gets caught up in boring things day
From the moment I opened my eyes from the bed, the [The gods are everywhere, the gods are watching you] inscribed on the ceiling of the single room came into view, and then the deadly day began. But after Evelyn had slowly read the good and bad of the Reverend Sisters, and deliberately behaved one way or another in the direction desired by the other, and had become the so-called tame finished product, her life in the convent gradually took off like a fish out of water--the "It should be some time before Mr. Asa returns." Evelyn said this while reaching out her hand and patting a small empty space beside herself, inviting Celia affectionately, "Come, sit beside me." "I like to spend time with simple people." Evelyn said with a smile. For some reason, Celia ghostly complied with Evelyn's wishes and sat down next to her like a cat she'd casually beckoned over with a cheap snack-it was so strange, Celia thought back, confused: what the hell
Asa unknowingly begins to show his controlling nature over Evelyn. At first he took over Evelyn's daily routine as a doctor, then gradually took over her body - he would let Evelyn pick a book of interest at random and read it to her himself in a gentle voice, and since Evelyn had lost her eyesight, he would kindly describe the changes in the scenery outside her window. The scenery changed. Despite Evelyn's gradual improvement due to the blood she had consumed, she was still incredibly weak in Asa's eyes, and he would not easily let Evelyn pick up a comb, a cup, or a pen on her own. "Leave everything to me in peace." As Evelyn tried to stand up on her own, Asa suddenly and wordlessly stepped out of the darkness and approached her before taking hold of her small arm and whispering to Evelyn. The other man's voice was rather soft and melodious and seductive, and Evelyn wondered if the moths that had defiantly swooped down to the only light of the fire in the darkness had heard
Eventually Evelyn was able to attend the so-called exchange at Asa's gesture. Evelyn still retained memories of such exchanges, which were really nothing more than a way for the fancy Sisters and the Magisters to examine the monastery's apprentices, with those who behaved well racking up points towards an early departure from the monastery, and those who behaved poorly facing rather harsh punishments. Evelyn had gone to great lengths to get out of this hellhole of a convent, pretending to be cleaned up and polished - calm, collected, collected, organized, meticulous, not embarrassed to talk to older clerics even as an apprentice, and even the sternest of the sisters would only smile with relief when they looked at her. would look at her with nothing but a pleased smile. There can be many ways to get what you want. Evelyn realized at that point that it didn't have to be drastic to get there, and that perhaps a gentler, roundabout approach would h
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