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

        Evelyn had a dream.　　She was back in the year she turned sixteen, in that dim, dank cave, with broken cliffs thousands of meters high outside, trapped like a caged bird.　　The cave was originally full of golden treasures, and the magnificent light that flowed from the gold and crystals decorated the whole gloomy cave with incomparable luxury. But all those precious treasures were sent away, and so the cave, which relied on gold as its decoration, was instantly knocked back to its original form, becoming quiet and terrible.　　Evelyn stood still, her eyes dropping as she realized that a hand covered in bloodstains and cuts was gripped tightly around her ankle, the knuckles flexing hard as they glowed with a feeble, ghastly whiteness.　　She was barefoot and saw a large pool of blood spreading from behind her, creating a shallow, scarlet puddle. The blood soaked up her small, white feet, quickly covering the thin palms, then sprea

　　Thanks to Evelyn's warning, Asmodeus had stayed away from touching her wounds, instead honestly licking at the blood that was spilling out. The cut on the back of her hand that she had made of her own accord wasn't deep, and the bleeding stopped in a moment.　　Evelyn lowered her eyes and looked at her hand, which was covered in wet saliva belonging to the demon.　　She lowered her head, revealing a slender section of white and defenseless neck.Evelyn sniffed curiously twice, then looked to Asmodeus in front of her and smiled, "What a strange smell."　　It doesn't stink, but it smells a little fishy.　　Asmodeus hung his head and stared straight at her, his eyes and expression unchanged, except that the tail wagging around behind him gradually slowed down, looking a bit sluggish.　　At this time, Niederhogg made a sudden move.　　It stretched its neck and headbutted Asmodeus, who didn't react and stumbled from the blow.　　Asmodeus came ba

　　Shrine three years ago.　　"Hey! Did you guys hear that Evelyn, ah, she's actually back!"　　"Huh? Wasn't she taken captive by a red dragon halfway home? How ...... I've never heard of any person coming back alive after being taken captive by a dragon."　　"Of course Xavier got her back!"　　"Then Xavier wouldn't he have defeated a dragon?!"　　"Indeed! I heard it from Evelyn herself, and she said that Xavier challenged that red dragon to save her, and ended up defeating and slaying it - no wonder Xavier was so badly injured when he came back, and stayed unconscious for five days before coming to his senses."　　"Ahhhhhhhh! It's so powerful! Xavier him, he's actually stronger than a dragon!"　　"...... Maybe, it's the power of love?"　　"Hey! Don't talk nonsense.Xavier is just trying to repay Evelyn's favor.After all, it was Evelyn who she strongly advocated to bring Xavier in from the slums in the first place....... If it wasn't for

　　The pretty-looking but stubborn imp assumed an attitude that he would not let her go easily unless he played with her properly, and Evelyn was speechless for a moment, only silently preparing herself in her mind - no matter what happened, no matter what he would do, she could definitely endure it.　　It was not once or twice that she had fallen into a situation like this where she was at the mercy of others ...... but no matter how many times, she would be the winner in the end.　　Sagon began by removing her clothes. The design of her dress was complicated, and Sagon was initially excited, but he quickly grew impatient when he realized that he couldn't untie the string around her waist, and that his fingers were inexplicably tangled in the string.　　He moved his fingers, cutting through the thin fabric with his sharp black nails before he managed to remove Evelyn's dress.　　As he took it off, he had a moment to gauge the expression on Evelyn's face - rat