Amidst the scorching hot magma, a petite figure slowly erged and floated on the verge of the solidifying magma pool.
This was the true form of the Demon prisoner, while that Magma Giant was nothing more than a creation, an embodint she forcibly controlled from the lava.
In stark contrast to her previous terrifying and ferocious guise, she had short, pink hair, and if one discounts the demon’s horns and wings, her girlish appearance seed quite innocent and harmless.
It was impossible for anyone to associate the previous frantic image of the crazed stone thrower with this cute and naive sleeping face.
Moreover... she was really small!
"This Miss Demon is really quite small indeed."
Ah, Herbert ant her height.
From a rough estimate, she was just a little over 1.5 ters tall.
Having gotten used to seeing all sorts of fierce older sisters, it was unexpectedly refreshing for Herbert to see a petite Monster Girl.
Such a big contrast!
"No."
Herbert’s gaze swept up and down, pausing particularly at certain key parts before regretfully looking away, sighing with emotion:
"Such a small... contrast."
A Demon with fierce ambition.
Miss Demon was in no position to respond to his teasing at the mont.
After her frenzied rampage, Valentina had given her a severe beating to the ground, and now she was utterly imrsed in a deep... slumber.
It could only be said that Miss Demon entered a very profound sleep with the help of Miss Hungry Dragon.
Demon sleeps, Demon is good.
Dragon helps, Dragon is good.
So in conclusion, everyone is good.
And when Herbert said Valentina was helping, it wasn’t entirely a joke.
In truth, Valentina really did lend a hand.
Because Miss Demon herself didn’t wish to go berserk.
Just as Herbert had said before, Miss Demon was one of the few prisoners who had shown him goodwill.
[Heretic Demon], [Inciter], [Abyssal Sage]—Flora
In the eyes of the world, Demons have always been synonymous with madness and bloodshed.
They represent chaos, evil, endless slaughter, endless blood and fire.
And yet, Demons have powerful strength and a replication ability like insects, never truly eradicated.
However, disorderly chaos also implies the existence of a certain kind of order within!
And Flora is one such exception.
Born among countless mindless Demons, she was a unique individual with extraordinary intelligence.
Compared to other Demons, she remained very calm, a rarity that could even be called a Wise Man.
She is one of the rare existences capable of writing the history of the Demon race, which earned her the title of the [Abyssal Sage].
As an Enchanting Demon, Flora figured out what she really needed to do when she was still weak.
She didn’t, like her kin, seek to serve powerful Demons, becoming their advisors or companions.
That would only make her a plaything to them, spending her days in petty rivalry and court intrigue with fellow Demons.
That seed aningless and too foolish.
She chose to find every possible way to leave the Abyss and hide in the world of mortals.
She wandered the mortal realm for centuries, adopting hundreds of different identities, studying under nurous mortals, and learned a vast amount of technical knowledge.
She even attempted to return to the Abyss to teach these technologies to her kin, but unfortunately, those whose minds were eroded by chaos simply couldn’t comprehend her actions.
Instead, they regarded Flora’s conduct as evidence of being corrupted by humans.
Compared to painstaking technological advancent, the other Enchanting Demons preferred focusing on high skills in manipulation and seduction.
Yet even such a unique individual as Flora occasionally struggled with her chaotic nature, becoming temporarily frenzied under the influence of the Abyss’s will, entering states of unconscious madness.
Unlike other Enchanting Demons who, in their madness, indiscriminately attacked other creatures, Flora’s frenzy manifested as a completely different insanity.
She unleashed her repressed chaotic nature at once, leaving only an urge for destruction.
Destruction! Destruction! Destruction!
Which is why she engaged in the behavior of incessantly throwing molten rock balls towards the Bronze Fortress, unconsciously attempting to destroy everything in sight.
But even in chaos, Flora didn’t entirely lose consciousness; she managed to retain a bit of reason.
For instance, when Herbert was recklessly provoking the Magma Giant earlier, if Flora’s consciousness hadn’t flickered back at a crucial mont, her current state might have been even more miserable.
So, if you look at it from the results perspective, Herbert’s reckless attempt could be seen as a success.
No matter the process, he ultimately succeeded in freeing Flora from her chaotic state early.
Forget the small talk, let’s just ask if you succeeded!
As long as it worked out, that’s all that matters.
Da-da-da...
The sound of Demon heels ca from behind, as Kreti finally couldn’t hold back her curiosity and appeared before Herbert.
Just a little while ago, Kreti thought Herbert was just soone full of hot air.
But as it turns out, he seems capable of more than just talk.
He genuinely poses a threat to her safety!
If she were to replace that Dragon as Herbert’s adversary today, the outco... naturally goes without saying.
She cleared her throat and initiated conversation: "Ahem, Herbert, you truly surprise , perhaps I really did underestimate you."
But Herbert didn’t respond, instead directly instructing, without turning around: "Don’t harass Flora anymore, explain what happened when she wakes up."
It seed Miss Demon wouldn’t wake up anyti soon, and he couldn’t just sit idly by, so the communication would have to wait until next ti.
"Oh..."
After hearing this blunt instruction, Kreti squinted, gazing at Herbert’s back and said softly, "Are you sure you want to do it? She won’t listen to ."
Are you certain she’ll obediently listen to ?
Is it possible?
Herbert turned around, shook his head, and said calmly, "How to make her understand is your problem and my first test for you, don’t disappoint ."
"You say... test?"
Kreti’s gaze turned even more dangerous, gritting her teeth: "Watch your language, mortal, I never said I’d submit to you!"
"Is that so?"
Herbert laughed softly, shrugged, and said, "Then suit yourself, you can completely ignore what I said."
Leaving this sentence behind, Herbert no longer paid attention to the angry Demon and directly summoned a Teleportation Gate, vanishing through it.
Click.
That haughty figure disappeared, leaving only the Demon standing silently in the Bronze Fortress.
After a long while, an infuriated growl echoed from the Bronze Fortress:
"Damn mortal!!!"
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