Another period of time passed.
Lucifer had already lost track of how many days and nights it had been.
Anyway, the commotion on Leithanien’s side seemed to be quite massive, to the point where they intended to redirect the conflict to Kazdel’s side to resolve it.
However, Kazdel’s Military Commission and Babel’s structures were maturing day by day.
Even though they experienced a Catastrophe along the way, thanks to Theresis and Theresa hard-carrying the situation, Kazdel didn’t let Leithanien get its way.
Yet, many factions still eyed Kazdel greedily.
As a Prince of the Crimson Court, Lucifer also had to put in some effort from time to time, making regular trips to the palace.
Just like today, Lucifer was summoned to the palace by Theresa as usual.
But before he could even see Theresa, a purple figure appeared in front of him.
Sensing someone behind her, she turned her head.
The moment she saw Lucifer, she immediately assumed a defensive stance.
Her pale purple eyes reflected Lucifer’s figure of stark black and white.
“You…
reek of blood…”
With her sharp intuition, she quickly realized that the figure before her was no ordinary Sarkaz.
Lucifer, on the other hand, looked at the purple-haired Sarkaz girl with great interest.
“Who are you?”
Lucifer had never seen this Sarkaz girl before.
However, there was still a wild, untamed aura clinging to her body, not much different from a nimble savage from the mountains.
He had heard that when passing through a Catastrophe, Theresa and Theresis had picked up a child from the wilderness.
The answer was obvious.
“I am…
Ascalon…”
Ascalon, who had not yet been nurtured by civilization, was not very familiar with language and social norms.
She didn’t even know how to hide her hostility, but she remembered the name given to her by the royal twins.
Sizing up the young Ascalon, Lucifer introduced himself in return:
“Lucifer.
A good bro of Theresis.”
When Lucifer brought up Theresis as a shield, the hostility coming from Ascalon faded slightly.
Yet, the wariness in her eyes did not relax in the slightest, simply because Lucifer’s presence made Ascalon sense a fatal danger.
Unlike Theresis’s sheer pressure, Lucifer’s very existence and breathing made Ascalon’s hair stand on end, her heart pound wildly, and her blood run hot.
Her instincts were screaming at her.
Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
Ascalon’s reaction was top-tier, but her mindset and fundamentals hadn’t been properly tempered yet.
Faced with a tense and somewhat bewildered Ascalon, it was time for Lucifer to showcase his legendary wisdom.
“Wanna drink some blood-wine to calm down?”
Saying so, Lucifer fished a bottle of blood-wine sourced from a Feline out from his coat.
Whenever their Sanguine clan felt their emotions slipping out of control, they relied on this to restore their sanity.
Highly recommended by everyone who used it!
But Ascalon opposite him was clearly incapable of understanding.
She was just a survival master from the wilderness, not a blood-drinking, raw-flesh-eating Sanguine or Wendigo.