Aleshia straightened her posture and looked down at the dead demon's body on the ground. She furrowed her eyebrows and gave it a light kick. She waited for a few seconds, and only then did she relax.
"He's dead," Aleshia said to Lawrend.
They walked out of the shrubbery and curiously walked over to the dead demon. Its body was deformed and black like rotting wood. Its features were barely human.
"Y-Your race was like this 10,000 years ago?" Lawrend asked Aezel.
"Yes, Master. I'm the 301st generation demon in my family line," she replied.
Lawrend was surprised after hearing it. In only ten thousand years, the demon race became exceptionally similar to the human race just because they kidnapped them and forced them to impregnate them. Maybe in a few thousand years more, the demon race would become too human-like to be distinguishable.
