Leaving those parting words, I ran away. There was nothing good in pressing a demoness so much. With the Matriarch of the Lust Demon Clan showing interest in me, she wouldn't harm me, but there was no certainty.
Morgana had a quirk.
Anyone who was weak yet mysterious, clever, and mature attracted her attention.
Most demons looked young despite their age, but she was just around 30, which was like a teenager or puberty for demons.
It was unimaginable and unjust. Alas, what could one do except be jealous? Due to the realm of her parents, she was born at the Warden rank.
Yes, a Warden who had stats between 5 to 10.
Coming out of the room, as I materialized out of my shadow, I spotted the one-roof building at the back. Looking ahead, I saw myriad races of living beings scattered around a dirt horror-stricken area.
