"Thank you for the compliment, master. Your recognition is my greatest honor," the Dog Demon's mouth split slightly, revealing a smile. But on the face of an oversized wolf, it looked as unsettling as possible.
"You better not smile. Be more serious. You look a bit more pleasing to the eye that way. We're engaged in diplomacy here," Gaven hurriedly shooed the Dog Demon away.
The retreating Dog Demon was filled with grievance and helplessness. It wasn't his fault he was ugly, being born a devil wasn't his choice, and the devil's bad reputation wasn't caused by him.
But there were too many laypeople in this world, fussing over beauty as justice, to no avail.
Gaven whispered to Virginia, "Have you figured it out yet? Exactly which fae race lives here?"
The moment they arrived at the grape arbor, not just Virginia, but Gaven too was one hundred percent certain that a fae race indeed existed there.
