The dragon turned into a mountain range, and the demon was devoured by humans.
Even the mightiest existence has a moment of demise.
And Margaret was so small, small like a flower, a flower blooming on the blade of his leg. Even with tremendous power, she was still just a human.
The lifespan of a human...
is just a tiny bit, only a tiny bit of length.
Margaret stroked Saint Sebastian's unruly curls. The demon's physique was indeed strange—his skin was cold, yet his head was warm, reminiscent of a canine that clings to humans.
"Of course I will die. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the most normal things in the world."
She could give herself the heart of a witch, but there was nothing wrong with adhering to the rules of life.
