"Flora, are you still having that foolish dream?"
In the steaming mist of Sulfur Lake, the Enchanting Demon Lilith toyed with a cluster of azure flas, lifting it with the tip of her tail to play with it between her fingers.
Scorching lava flowed slowly across the ground, painting a layer of red in her eyes.
She smiled slightly, crushed the fla in her hand, and with eyes swirling with seductive intentions, glanced at the figure sitting cross-legged at the edge of the distant cliff.
"..."
The petite figure ignored her approach at this mont, lowering her head and silently flipping through the to in her hand.
The to was worn out, not a Magic Guidebook, just an ordinary Mortal Realm book, devoid of any special value.
Yet it was still treated with care, being handled like a treasure in the hands of the petite figure.
Because it was incredibly rare in the Abyss, a book depicting the customs and cultures of the Mortal Realm.
Lilith glanced at the book, disdainfully curling her lips.
"Tsk."
She sat next to Flora, tilted her head to look at Flora, and teasingly asked, "Don't tell you're still fantasizing about escaping from here?"
After Lilith sat beside her, Flora finally lifted her gaze to glance at her, murmuring a response.
"Mm, that's indeed what I plan to do."
Then, she returned her gaze to continue reading, and said lightly, "Besides, it's not a fantasy."
Tch!
Upon hearing this, Lilith sneered, placing her hand firmly on the to, and mocked, "Isn't this a fantasy? This is a fantasy!"
"Do you still believe that a demon like you and can receive any fair~ treat~nt in the Mortal Realm?"
Upon ntioning the word "fair," disdain grew deeper in Lilith's eyes, she curled her lips, looked at Flora's calm expression, and mocked, "What kind of expression is that? Did I say sothing wrong?"
"If this doesn't count as fantasy, then what does?"
"Our little fledgling is still so naive, forgetting her identity, still yearning for [love], hehe~"
If at the ntion of "fair," Lilith's expression was rely disdainful, then at the ntion of "love," her expression was filled solely with disgust.
Utter disdain.
It was like a physiological revulsion, causing her skin to prickle with goosebumps.
In contrast, Flora's reaction to this statent was entirely different from Lilith's, her expression remained composed, and she shook her head lightly without saying a word.
To Lilith's mockery, she neither admitted nor denied.
Flora did not want to argue on this matter; they had similar conversations countless tis before.
Since no one could convince the other, continuing to argue would be nothing but a waste of words, without any aning.
So, she chose to ignore the thorny topic.
Yet that nonchalant "dead pig fears no boiling water" expression only provoked Lilith further, souring her mood even more.
"Ha!"
Lilith sneered, mocking: "Don't you find it laughable? You, an Enchanting Demon, longing for [love]."
"Do you think this word suits us?"
Enchanting Demon and love?
Ha!
The tall Enchanting Demon sneered with so degree of disappointnt and said: "You wouldn't have seriously believed those stories in books, would you?"
"Those so-called love stories? Despite vast differences in status, they eventually overco societal barriers and co together? Tch!"
"What a joke!"
"Flora, you need to understand your identity! You are just a Fallen Enchanting Demon, not so holy nun!"
They were Enchanting Demons.
They were the fallen demons feared and hated by countless people.
"Do you really think there would be soone who ignores your identity? Not treating you as an Enchanting Demon?"
"Impossible! Such a person will never exist," Lilith declared decisively.
Such a person would not exist.
"Even if you can express your thoughts, prove yourself, and make them believe you are different from other Enchanting Demons, it wouldn't make any difference."
"Believe , in their eyes, you are nothing more than an easy-to-handle, convenient toy for them to vent their desires!"
What kind of treatnt would an Enchanting Demon yearning for love receive?
It's not hard to imagine.
For mortals, Enchanting Demons were feared beings who would take their lives.
Yet for the truly strong, the power of Enchanting Demons is negligible, just a handy toy—and most Enchanting Demons relish this process.
Whether it's in the Abyss or in the high tower of a powerful Mage, they are bred as pets.
When Enchanting Demons plunder from the weak, they are simultaneously exploited by the strong.
This is the fate of Enchanting Demons.
"Because no one will trust you, they will never want to trust a demon!"
"They will only call upon the Paladin, using all ans to expel and eliminate you, the heretical demon!"
Lilith continued to ramble, whispering relentlessly: "You will only keep getting hurt, played with over and over again!"
"And then, until that mont, you will finally understand that everything I've said is true!"
...
And after Lilith talked for a long ti, Flora eventually responded—her last hint of hope in her eyes slowly dissipating.
"...Lilith."
The calm words made Lilith, who was still rambling, stop.
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