Evelyn is looking in the mirror, seriously brushing her hair. She turned her head sideways and ran a comb through the long, beautiful, soft, pale blonde hair, running her fingers through it as if she were caressing a river of gold. Once she had combed her hair, she began to braid it in a simple yet beautiful braid. She was skillful and dexterous, she hadn't helped pretty girls with their hair before when she was at the temple, and it didn't take long for the soft strands to intertwine with each other, the slightly curly crunchy hair hanging masterfully around her ears. She took a good look at the skin on her face in the mirror, pale, delicate and smooth, perhaps because she had adapted to living here, her face had regained some of its redness rather than all of its whiteness, and she looked in good spirits, or at least very healthy. Immediately after that, she stood a little farther away and examined the long dress she was wearing with the unique critical eyes of a girl - it
Agarez stared at her face for a moment before shifting his gaze to the solid black gem. To him, the pure black gem was as common and plain as the gray gravel that could be found everywhere, the only feature being that it had been picked out by Evelyn from amongst a large pile of treasure. He wouldn't have even cast a glance at the gem if it hadn't been favored by Evelyn, and in fact he couldn't remember when he'd dropped it into the place. "My eyes?" Agarez repeated Evelyn's words, his gaze coldly scrutinizing the gem. He spoke, "Because it's all equally black." Evelyn shook her head with a sincere expression and said, "Because it's all equally beautiful." Saying so, Evelyn signaled Agarez to raise his hand, and immediately afterward placed the pure black gem into Agarez's palm. His hand was a sharp claw belonging to a dragon type, covered with hard and tiny scales, the sharp edges glowing with a light cold light, this pure black gem lay silently on his palm, it looked to
Agarez stared at her in silence; there was at least a never-ending moonlight in the eternal night of the Old Realm, but there was nothing in his eyes, and they were horribly dark. It wasn't really a request or a gesture of favor anymore, it was more like a bold invitation. Her fingers, her gaze, her eyes, her every move was carefully approaching and touching, and as long as she didn't get a strong refusal, she would give an inch. Agarez had no reason to refuse and wordlessly allowed her to approach. So Evelyn took out a clean handkerchief that had been soaked up with water and examined his body with eyes that were clearer than the river's water, and then wiped him with gentle, careful movements - the first thing Evelyn touched was his broad shoulders, and it only felt as if she were touching hard and cold rock, and the demon's body was probably It was like that, as if it were unapproachable steel. Agarez, however, had a beautifully defined and quite beautiful collarbone, and
It wasn't that Agarez hadn't seen a woman's body-or rather, a female demon's body. The demonic Archduchess Sidi, whom he killed with his own hands, was a passionate, flirtatious and hot woman, and the sex-obsessed Archduchess was still flirting with her lover when Agarez came to her door and challenged her to a fight. During the course of the battle, the Archduchess named Sidi quickly becomes enamored of him again, seducing him with her dangerous yet captivating snake-like eyes, tempting him with her naked and voluptuous body, and finally dying under Agarez's merciless scythe - all boring tricks of her opponent as far as Agarez is concerned. But Evelyn ...... was different from Sidi, from any female demon he had ever met. There were no hard scales on her body used to defend against sharp objects, her skin was so soft and fragile that even just accidentally touching the scales on his little arm would cut her bloody; she had no long horns, no tail, no wings, and almost her ent
Evelyn didn't make a sound, she just lay quietly in Agarez's arms, reaching out to stroke his cold, hard hair like a subtle, euphemistic intimacy. Agarez wrapped his arms around her with a little more force, exerting a pressure on her body that was hard to ignore without causing her pain. He inclined his face slightly so that her fingers could smoothly caress his pointed ears and elsewhere. Evelyn stared at the purple moon on the distant horizon and suddenly remembered something and asked softly, "Speaking of which ...... can I ask you something, Agarez?" Agarez nodded. "Baymont said Irzey ...... that the last demon your father saw in life was you," Evelyn remembered that Baymont had also said that Agarez had always been evasive on the subject, so she more cautiously tried, "Can you tell me what happened?" Evelyn whispered, "Though I am his queen, I have only seen projections of his consciousness in the human world, and know almost nothing about the real Irzey ...... Can y
Baymont is a somewhat odd demon compared to his kind, something Agarez found out before anyone else. Even though Agarez and Baymont were both born to Demon Lords and are not that far apart in age, due to the fact that Demons inherently do not value blood relations, children are convenient tools of control for their parents, let alone between siblings. So the bond between the two brothers is not deep, even a little distant. But they had fought side by side for far too long, so they knew each other even better than the father who had given birth to them. Baymont and Asmodeus were born together, and it seems that the former all but plundered the life force and power belonging to his brother to become the victor of the competition in the womb, but Asmodeus seems to have taken something else - Baymont is naturally more reticent and lackluster than the other demons, reticent. While the other demons were obsessed with fighting, killing, and devouring each other, young Baymont showe
"I heard all your conversations!" Baymont had just stepped out of the room on his front foot when Sagon jumped in from outside the open window on his back foot. Evelyn had only just gone out and returned to see Sagon back in one piece - think of him taking Evelyn's instructions in stride and secretly eating many of the palace attendants while she was away, arousing Baymont's suspicions in the process. Despite having regrown his stump, Sagon still looked much thinner than before, his face paler and his jaw thinner, except for those turquoise eyes that remained bright as if they had flames burning in them when he looked at Evelyn. Sagon stared at Evelyn with burning eyes and asked, "So you still want Baymont, right? Do you want Baymont more than me?" His barrage of pressed questions bordered on aggressive, but the usual surly demeanor in Sagon had disappeared long ago when he'd been corralled like a dog. He pursed his lips, his e
Baymont wants to have a baby. A child that was conceived through his body and belonged entirely to Evelyn. Though children born of demons are also destined to be demons, Baymont wants his child to be like Evelyn, with long, beautiful pale blonde hair and a soft, warm body, and just as he belongs to Evelyn, this child conceived by him will belong to Evelyn as well. Baymont vaguely understands that humans, unlike demons, are a race that emphasizes marriage, family, and bloodlines, and human women are even more so, taught from birth to be docile, diligent, and understanding, and to love their mates and children as much as their own lives. He hopes that the child he gave birth to will become a part of his life and a bond between him and Evelyn, just like Evelyn. Baymont's desire for children stems from his love and dependence on Evelyn. He hopes to continue their love and their lives through their children. He hopes that this child can become a witness of their love and a beauti