Baymont also tilts his face, looks down at her, and says, "It won't rain here, and there won't be any daylight.
Evelyn: "...... Sorry, I was being paranoid." Evelyn: "Then why is there no roof?" "His Majesty the Demon King has a dragon," Baymont replied, "and sometimes His Majesty sleeps with his dragon." "Wow, that's kind of cute to think that way." Immediately, Evelyn's mind conjured up scenes of the ever-so-silent and aloof Irzey and the dragon cuddling together, looking at the moon, and perhaps lying on the dragon's belly - it was really cute! Evelyn tilted her head back, gazed at the dark night sky and the single red moon, looked around a bit more, and asked, "What about the dragon? Where did it go? Turns out there are dragons here and there where we come from, they usually like golden, shiny things, and when I was sixteen I cut off my hair and gave it to a dragon in exchange for getting to touch its belly. A dragon's belly, I want to touch it so much ......" Baymont doesn't understand why she is so enamored with the dragon's belly and shows a lack of interest, "Niederhogg was left unchecked after His Majesty's death, and it ate all the servants in the palace before leaving. He should be hunting somewhere now, he always had a big appetite and wasn't very well fed". Evelyn: "......" Were the dragons in the Old Empire so mean? The dragons in their place were obedient as hell, and for a gold coin they could touch hot, soft bellies and help with deliveries. Of course, there are dragons that are arrogant, brutal, extremely selfish, and shady. Baymont: "I will recapture Niederhogg if the queen requests it. But the daily feeding will have to be arranged by the queen herself, as I am very busy. Evelyn: "...... That's not necessary yet, just set him free." The room, large and empty enough to hold a dragon, was devoid of any other furnishings except for a large bed in the center, and Evelyn was left to her own devices as she walked up to the wall and curiously examined the various collections tucked away inside. Evelyn had expected the items carefully collected by the Supreme Demon Lord in the sitting area to be some sort of precious treasure, but they were not. Some of them looked like tiny pieces cut from the carcasses of creatures - Evelyn guessed probably something like trophies - and some of them were just plain, pretty-looking gems that, despite their rough workmanship, glowed with a bright, shiny, fine light. There were also a few things that even Evelyn couldn't guess why they had been placed here, small stones that could be found anywhere by the side of the road, a small plant that had completely dried up. ...... All in all, there were a variety of oddities in the collection. It could be seen that the owner of this collection was quite loose and capricious, as long as the slightest thing that could interest him would be snatched back by him and put here, even if he got bored after a few moments, he wouldn't throw it away, so the collection of things here had grown more and more, and even the ten-meter-high storage wall was hardly able to put it away. Evelyn remembered that when Irzey came to visit her one day, he still held a small, half-dying flower in his hand, the reason being that he was walking on the street and the flower happened to be stepped on by his feet, so even though it was almost completely dried up, Irzey still thought it was a rare and beautiful flower. Later, she made a bookmark out of the flower and put it in her notebook. Evelyn looked around and suddenly realized something."Baymont," Evelyn pointed to one of the storage compartments that held a glass jar, "is this your horn?"
Inside the jar was a horn identical to the one on Baymont's head, but smaller, half the size of the one on Baymont's head. Baymont nodded, "Yes." Hearing the other's answer, Evelyn became more interested. She examined the horn, which was a collector's item, and asked, "Did Irzey pull it off?" Baymont nodded again, "Yes." "Why?" "No reason." Baymont replied calmly, observing the puzzled look in Evelyn's eyes and realizing that his answer might not be understood by the other, he had to continue, "If I have to say it, it was His Majesty who liked it. His Majesty wanted my horn, so he took it." "So, do all the demons here do that?" Evelyn doesn't take her eyes off the glass jar that reflects a slightly distorted face, "Just see something they like and grab it?" Baymont: "Most do." "It's simple and crude, but kind of convenient ......" Evelyn says, picking up the glass jar with both hands and pushing it back into Baymont's hands, "In that case, Baymont, you can just grab it back too, right? Is that what you mean?" Baymont hung his head and looked into the glass jar in his hands, which was soaked with his own horns, plucked off when he was a small child. It was clearly part of his own body, but Baymont treated it no differently than he would a small stone at his feet. "Indeed," Baymont puts the jar down, "but there's no need. Evelyn: "Because it's no longer necessary?" Baymont: "It's not 'now,' it wasn't necessary all along." Evelyn thought back to the record in the book. The human magician had noted that demons were creatures of extreme emotion, with an overwhelming desire for exclusivity and greed. But in contrast, the demon before Evelyn seemed to have no desire, and didn't even care about the part of himself that had been taken from him. "Anyway," Evelyn blinked, "can you tell me about Irzey's four sons? I'd like to think long and hard about which one I should please, after all, I don't want to die yet." Baymont's voice was cold, "As a matter of fact, I don't think you are worthy to be chosen as the successor of either of them." "Too much, are you saying that His Majesty the Demon King's vision is bad? Be careful not to tell the Demon King when I die." "I didn't mean it that way," Baymont paused, "I was just being honest." "The Great Highness Agarez just likes to fight, and has been challenging the strongest since birth to surpass his father; the Third Highness Asmodeus is an idiot; as for the Fourth Highness Sagon ....... I would suggest that it's best not to get close to him, even from a demon's point of view, his personality is too harsh." "And these three highnesses aren't at the palace and will probably wait until it's time for the succession ceremony." Evelyn thinks for a moment, a look of curiosity spreading across her face as she asks, "What about Irzey's second son?" Baymont: "......" Beneath the black, face-obscuring hood, Evelyn is aware of the other man's eyes falling vaguely on his face. Baymont says politely, "He'll just think you're superfluous, Queen." Evelyn: "......" Evelyn looks at him deeply. "By human endurance, you should be almost exhausted, Queen," Baymont nods at her, his calm voice inaudible, "call me for anything.The second time Evelyn saw Baymont, she lay dying in her bed, her eyes open, staring impassively at the red moon above her head. The moon stared at her coldly, like a blood-filled eyeball. Since there was no alternation of day and night in the Old Realm, Evelyn had no idea how much time had passed, and could only roughly estimate that she had been stuck in this place for three or four days, based on her weakened physical condition. Yes, since the last time Baymont had ritually closed the ten-meter-high, unknown-ton, soundproof door on his way out. Evelyn hasn't been able to leave the compound since. Baymont learns why: "......" Baymont: "It was poorly thought out." He looks at the off-white stone door, which he can open with a gentle push, and can't help but think: ...... Are all humans such fragile creatures that they can't survive without thoughtful care? "Ah, is it my visions," Evelyn folded her hands on her flat stomach, looking as if she were lying flat on her bac
After the incident when Evelyn couldn't push the door of her room and was trapped inside, resulting in near starvation, Baymont seems to have a greater awareness of human tenderness. He arranges for Vanessa to become Evelyn's consort, lest she die of some strange and trivial matter before the succession ceremony. Vanessa is the demoness with the poisonous snake on her head, sort of like Medusa, and even though she cuts off her arm, it doesn't take long for her body, which Evelyn finds extraordinarily sexy and powerful, to be as good as new. Having company should have been a good thing; after all, Evelyn was full of doubts and curiosity about demons and the Old Realm, and there were some things she couldn't ask Baymont directly or indirectly, Evelyn could only plan to get words out of the demoness who hadn't moved an inch. However, Evelyn realizes that she doesn't understand the demon's language at all, and Vanessa doesn't know anything about the common language of humans. Ev
It wasn't long - Evelyn wasn't sure how long, but it certainly wasn't ten months, and it was terribly short - before Vanessa "gave birth" to a child. A baby. Evelyn's feelings were subtle and mixed. ...... She just became a mother? Uh, no, Vanessa had the baby, so she's the father? Evelyn stared at the "little monster" in front of her and fell into a wonderful contemplation. Although it's not good to use "little monster" to describe a newborn child, Evelyn couldn't find any other way to describe it than "little monster". ...... The "little monster" had a big head that was as long as its body, a thin, shriveled torso, limbs that were as shriveled as reptile arms and legs, and a small, bare tail ...... although it looked a bit like an extra tailbone. Vanessa ate her hair, hoping to have a child with the same light blonde hair, but it didn't work out as she had hoped. "There were only a few strands of dry hair growing sparsely on the little monster's big, even bloated head, a
There were a total of three moons in the Old Empire. When Evelyn first came here, there was only a single red moon in the sky, but now it has been replaced by a cold blue moon. Baymont once said that when the red, blue, and purple moons rise together in the sky, the inheritance ceremony should begin. As part of the inheritance, Evelyn was of course protected, or rather guarded, without the consent of Consul Baymont, she could not leave the great palace, most of the time Baymont gave her the advice that it was best to limit the scope of activities within this room. Evelyn had been able to devote her time and attention to Xavier, but when Xavier was disposed of - probably eaten by Vanessa - she was forced to leave the room. Vanessa ate him, Evelyn wasn't sure, but when Xavier was disposed of - maybe by Vanessa, Evelyn wasn't sure - she went back to her old life, studying the language of demons. With ordinary textbooks no longer sufficient for her needs, Evelyn politely asked B
At the time, Evelyn was busy dealing with a messenger sent by her family. In fact, Evelyn's identity in this world is not that of a commoner living in a frontier town, but rather the daughter of an earl's family, sent to a small frontier town far from the hustle and bustle of the imperial capital after the death of her nominal father, who was unpopular with her mother. Evelyn's mother is a woman so obsessed with power and desire that gold, not blood, runs through her veins. She disliked Evelyn because she would never listen to her and would never sleep with a noble lord - from the time Evelyn was five years old, the woman calculated what she could get in exchange for her daughter's body. As Evelyn grew older and more beautiful, the Countess, who had traveled around the imperial capital, seemed to remember that she had an older daughter, and she looked at Evelyn as if she were a fortune. At that time, almost everyone thought that Evelyn would ride in a luxurious carriage and
Sagon was Irzey's youngest son. Baymont had mentioned him once, albeit in a few words, but it had given Evelyn a general impression of the youngest son - he must have taken a detour when he met him. Evelyn had also asked Vanessa about the Demon King's sons, and when it had come to the three older brothers, Vanessa had looked normal, even respectful, and it was only when Sagon had been mentioned that Vanessa had shown a look of awe and disgust, and after only a few words she had closed her mouth and refused to talk about it any further. And now Evelyn had finally met the Sagon she had always been curious about. To be honest, the other party had a pretty, easy to love face, maybe because of his young age, he still had some baby fat on his face, and when he smiled, a small pear swirl showed on his left cheek, which seemed to make people feel close to him easily. But those turquoise eyes were as cold as a crawling viper. The huge contrast created a feeling of incompatibility
It wasn't until he had pinched Evelyn's red cheeks that Sagon was satisfied and withdrew his hand - human skin is so soft, he thought to himself. Evelyn covered her vaguely sore cheek and whispered, "Baymont will come looking for me when he realizes I'm gone." "Wow," Sagon stared at her with a grin, "Are you threatening me with that Baymont guy? Baymont doesn't care about anything, I know him too well." Evelyn continued, "But according to the tradition here, I am your father's legacy. Do you have the power to do whatever you want with me until the succession ceremony?" Sagon touches her pinched red cheek and says lightly, "Honestly, I kinda like you, Queen. And I'm not really interested in any of the other heirs." "You'll be my property by then anyway," Sagon gave her an oozing smile, "What difference does it make if I use it sooner or later?" Evelyn: "............" Seeing that Sagon seems to be determined to play with her as he pleases, Evelyn thinks about it and give
Shaykh examined Evelyn through the layers of curtains, finding this human very special. She neither cried nor cowered, there was no look of fear on her face, nor was there the slightest hint of nervousness in her gaze. From the first step she took into this castle, she behaved calmly, even freely, from the beginning to the end. She looked at her fellow humans as if she were looking down on crumbling flora and fauna, and in the face of demons as if she were treating beasts that were understandable and relatable, and therefore not scary. ...... So what is she trying to do now? Is it luring a demon? Evelyn waited a moment and saw several thick black tentacles rustling out from behind the curtain. She laughed a little, not surprised - how could she say that a human saying to a demon, "Would you like to touch my skin?" was, in turn, akin to a cat laying on the ground with its belly spread out, saying to its human owner, "You can touch all you want. You can touch me all you want