The demon's massive wings closed over Evelyn's head, blocking out most of the light, with only the faintest of rays filtering through, shining on Sagon's tightly knit, slightly confused face, his cheeks flushed, his eyes moist, and his body radiating an unusual amount of heat. Evelyn had once seen that same look on Irzey's face.Irzey's looks were ordinary and his personality was worlds apart from Sagon's.Probably because of the demon's natural conjoined blood, the two of them were still somewhat similar in some ways. The intimacy, playfulness and banter of a normal couple is Evelyn's way of testing Irzey; after all, the other man seems emotionally stunted and unappreciative, and teasing him with a little girlish trickery is the funniest game of all. [You ...... don't want to do that again.] Irzey would only turn sideways, favoring that somewhat embarrassed face, his snow-white cheeks and pale lips would show a hint of unusual redness. He could d
It's Baymont. Evelyn's face was buried in the soft bedding, and Sagon had been pressing on the back of her head so that she couldn't look up, and therefore couldn't see Baymont's stance or the look on his face at the moment - most of the time, Baymont's black hood blocked Evelyn's view of his features, and she could only guess by the sound of his voice. Most of the time, Baymont's black hood blocked Evelyn's view of him, and Evelyn could only guess at his emotions, which barely fluctuated, by the sound of his voice. Now, for example, Evelyn knew without looking that Baymont was angry. The angrier he gets, the calmer he gets and the less willing he is to talk. Sagon apparently realized this as well, and he seemed to smell some sort of unusual vibe in the air, or perhaps the blood in his body was coldly reminding him of it. The sharp imp instantly tensed its entire body, its long, thin tail raised high, subconsciously taking a defensive s
But don't hate the failure one either. Evelyn quietly snuggled in Baymont s arms, thinking in her heart that losers won t always be losers ...... If you plant a small seed in each other s hearts, and irrigate it day and night with sweet or vicious words, it will someday grow into a big tree that she really wants. Baymont cradled Evelyn in his arms and swung his pitch-black wings to carry her back to the palace. Human weight was insignificant to him, but even so he could keenly feel Evelyn's body wasting away even more - he held her shoulders, hard skin clinging to the excessively weak bones, and she was so light and thin that it seemed as if the wind would blow her away if she didn't pay attention. Back at the palace, Baymont has no intention of putting her down, but keeps holding her and walking back to his room. Along the way, Evelyn felt as if many eyes were watching her. So, she raised her head and pulled up the black hood that covered most of her face, her eyes followin
The magic that Baymont had left in him was still desperately trying to prevent his wounds from undergoing even the most basic of healing, and the cuts on Sagon's arms continued to drip with blood, dark red beads of blood snapping and dripping onto the floor, and it didn't take long for them to pool into a puddle of bloodstains. Sagon's original pretty, girlish face was also in such a sorry state that one could not dare to look directly at it, and those turquoise eyes had been gouged out, so that there were only two black holes left in his face, and the blood that flowed out from there had congealed into two dried rivers on his face in a horrifying shape, and it did indeed make one's head numb at first glance. Also, his chest still bore the hole Baymont had created when he had cut it open, and Evelyn could easily see the faintly beating half of his heart hidden there by dropping her eyes. Evelyn stepped in front of him, crouched down, and even though the
Sagon, who has lost his eyes and is physically crippled, has become much more docile, probably realizing that Evelyn is now the only person he can trust and rely on, and Evelyn senses that he seems to have developed an unusual dependence on himself. Sneaking Sagon in here wasn't a difficult task, despite Evelyn being a weak, feeble, unimpressive human in the eyes of the demons, she was still the Queen and no one could enter her room without her permission. But the problem is Sagon's food. Evelyn could of course generously share her food with Sagon, but what she ate was nowhere near enough for Sagon. What the badly wounded and unhealed imp needed was the flesh of more and more powerful demons, which would serve to replenish his strength and heal himself quickly as it were, or else he would have to rely on the much less efficient sleep. Without adequate feeding, Sagon's body shows no signs of improvement, his lost limbs are difficult to regenerate, and his body stays weak day
"So annoying!" Asmodeus wracked his brain trying unsuccessfully to untangle his tangled tail, and soon he grew impatient and simply went ahead and prepared to rip the entire length of the thin black tail off. Luckily Evelyn stopped him just in time, took his wrists in both hands and said, "Wait, just hold still for a second and let me try." Asmodeus grimaced, cupping his cheeks in both hands and handing Evelyn her tail, which was tied in a dead knot. Evelyn stared at Asmodeus's tail for a moment, like she was looking at a tangled mess of headphone cords she'd just ripped out of her book bag; she had the most patience for that sort of thing. She first carefully touched Asmodeus' tail, which was longer and a bit thicker than Sagon's, with the same pointed triangle at the end. Unlike the demon's extraordinarily hard body, the tail was instead very soft and flexible, and the surface was smooth, cool and soft to the touch, and with a little bit of force one could feel the elast
I will love you and always will. The expression on Izel's face was quite serious as she uttered those words. He would have been a man prone to seriousness, and would even have been a serious thinker of jokes, not that such a character was bad - in fact Evelyn found such a serious, proper Irzey rather amusing to tease - except that after very serious and rigorous thinking, Irzey still couldn't understand problems that ordinary people could understand. Hearing him say that, Evelyn thought about it and asked, "How long is 'forever'?" Perhaps Irzey took her question as a sign of the girl's uncharacteristically obvious uneasiness when it came to her feelings, and Irzey briefly pondered this for some time before gazing at her intently. Evelyn had always thought that his eyes were the best part of his entire body, and that was especially true when he was looking at her intently and wholeheartedly. Irzey replied, "Probably as long as my life." Evelyn let out an "oh" and said w
"That human? I've also heard of it, that guy Bires somehow messed with that human, but was tossed around enough, almost died ...... It's the first time I've heard of a human being being able to defeat a demon, or a demon of Bires' level." "...... What are you guys talking about?" At this time, Evelyn stopped and walked up to the tall demon retainers. Her face returned to a gentle and affectionate expression that was endearing at first glance and could easily make people lose their guard. There was palpable curiosity in her glazed eyes as she gazed from the bottom up at the demons before her, the shimmering light in her eyes like fine stars.Evelyn pleaded softly, "May I hear it too?" "......" The demons looked at each other in dismay, but finally told Evelyn, "It's a very strange human that has recently appeared in the Old Domain, that human is so powerful that he can even rival a high-ranking demon of Bireth's kind of level, and the wounds he inflicted on the demons can't