Ameena nodded with a knowing smile. "In theory, yes, he can, master. In hell, the weak die as soon as they are born. Only the toughest survive, and Milo is no exception." She glanced at the tiny, fluttering demon who was still circling excitedly around Canna. "Though, I should probably mention that Milo used to be my previous master's footrest."
Canna paused, his mind struggling to process what he had just heard. "Wait, did you just say... footrest?" He looked down at the chubby, overly adorable demon in front of him, a creature whose mana core harvesting abilities could reshape entire battlefields. This thing... was used as a footrest?
Ameena nodded, seemingly unfazed. "Milo is quite warm, master. He's like a heated pillow of sorts. It's actually one of his more... subtle skills. Despite his power, he's quite comforting to have around." Her tone was casual, as if using a Demon Duke as a piece of furniture was perfectly normal.
