In a silent forest some distance away from the Laboratory Dungeon.
Mark and Dona were at the periphery of a small river.
They had just gotten fresh after Dona's evolution. Due to his wings and his ludicrous size, Mark had no use for clothes, but Dona had taken a liking for such things, so she wrapped a long white cloth around her as she sat on top of a boulder atop the water.
They had stolen that cloth on the way.
She gently dipped her fair legs into the river and swung them back and forth as she looked at Mark, who was in the water, with a warm gaze.
Mark looked back at her and smirked.
The demoness, illuminated by the gentle moonlight, her hair and face wet after a bath and her feminine body covered in a white cloth, was a sight to behold—she oozed with a sense of innocence and charm.
"So, what do you think about your evolution, milady?" he asked.
Dona didn't answer but grinned.
