Lancelot's hand, holding the brush and stirring, suddenly froze, and it wasn't just him, everyone's expression dropped to the floor. Impossible to ignore, those liquids were emitting a peculiar, fishy smell, and when the skull mentioned it, the scent seemed even more pronounced. Although Cang Ye's title was Mother of Demons, and she indeed had a feminine form, the thought of breast milk was simply... hard to accept.
"Don't be nervous, friends, it's just a rumor," Cromwell said, revealing an exaggerated smile, "Being turned into this state is by the embrace of the Mother of Demons, and naturally, the next step after being embraced by the mother is to drink... right? It makes sense, doesn't it?"
"Shut up, you're making it even more disgusting," Lancelot continued with his task at hand, "Besides, it's not like we're going to drink this stuff, just spreading it on their bodies."
