053 Servant Cold-hearted Human Woman

Evelyn couldn't help but laugh softly.

Asmodeus blinked, looking at Evelyn's beautiful profile, and asked in confusion, "What are you laughing about?"

"Well..." Evelyn replied after a moment's thought, "I just found something amusing, that's all."

Asmodeus: "?"

Evelyn didn't speak again. She leaned against the railing, chin propped on one hand, and looked down at the atrium below with a well-traveled demeanor, as if she were a guest seated above a gladiatorial arena.

Under her gaze, Shaykh, who hadn't been seen for a long time, frowned tightly with an expression of annoyance and impatience. He turned his face sideways as if one more glance at the other demons would make him sick. Shaykh pursed his lips and said, "It's noisy."

"Oops, it's Shaykh," Grand Duchess Mapa unfolded her fan to shield her face, the charming eye on the fan narrowing slightly as if smiling, "Finally, I see you've come out of that crummy castle, and you're still as lovely as ever."

Shaykh sneered, "Old woman, you