Being a blood demon in Terra? I have it in my lifetime!

Maybe so.

At least that's the case for Ascalon.

After a long while, she finally spoke.

"Teacher, I have been thinking about what I should leave for you so that you will remember it forever. Sure enough - this method is the most suitable."

As soon as he finished speaking, Askalon suddenly swung out his hidden blade.

A cold light flashed, and a streak of blood flew as the hidden blade passed.

Ascalon used the hidden blade that Lucifer had given her to cut her palm.

Strands of bright red blood splattered out, and Ascalon remained expressionless the whole time. This little pain was nothing to her who had been beaten countless times before.

The blood flowed through Ascalon's palm and was about to drip onto the deck, but the ownerless blood suddenly stopped as if it had consciousness, and then changed direction and flowed towards Lucifer.

"What a waste, Ascalon."

Ascalon's blood floated gently beside him along Lucifer's fingertips.

Lucifer reached out his hand, took a drop of the pure blood, and put it in his mouth.

After knowing each other for decades, he tasted Ascalon's blood for the first time.

"teacher..."

"Okay, now I'll remember your taste, and the rest will be left as a family heirloom."

Lucifer did not greedily drink up all of Ascalon's blood. Instead, he took out an empty bottle and controlled the precious blood to flow into the bottle.

Seeing this, Askalon felt mixed emotions, perhaps more of a secret joy.

But greedy Ascalon was not satisfied.

"Hey, teacher, can you make me a promise, or a contract?"

"Xisuo."

“I hope that we will meet again eventually.”

"Then the price... No, I agree."

After receiving Lucifer's answer, Askalon raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

Although they were about to separate, Ascalon was imagining the scene of himself and Lucifer meeting again.

But when Ascalon was still deeply immersed in his own fantasy, Lucifer's topic began to take a sharp turn.

"But strictly speaking, you are not the first person to make a promise to me."

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Chapter 35: I miss you, Lucifer

"What a pity! I originally wanted to ask Lucifer to help me train Aifanil, but it seems that it's too late."

"...I have no problem with that."

Aifanil was a little numb, or rather, he didn't care anymore.

He has almost learned all the spells and witchcraft that Ramalen taught him. Now, Aifanil, like Ascalon, needs more practical experience instead of pretending to be a theoretical scholar.

"Alphanil is the miracle of the banshees. Before he represents the attitude of the royal court, I hope that he can learn among you and receive enlightenment that he has never been baptized. So, please take good care of him for me, Your Highness."

“It’s really challenging.”

Ramalen and Theresa looked at each other and smiled gently.

The young witch looked at Theresa expressionlessly.

Wow, another woman, so nagging... I think it's better to find Lucifer...

Having witnessed countless older sisters cutting off their inner worldliness, Aifanil felt that he and Lucifer could barely get along.

But as mentioned earlier, he had no objection.

"Ah, Ascalon is back."

Looking back, I saw Ascalon coming back from the deck alone.

But Askalon looked distracted and distraught, and seemed to be muttering something.

"I'm not the first... The teacher's first time is..."

If Lamaren and Theresa hadn't noticed that Ascalon still had a trace of life, they would have thought that a poisoned zombie had broken in.

"Ascalon...what happened to you? Where are Lucifer and the others?"

Hearing Theresa's call, Ascalon came back to his senses and put away his confused expression.

"The teacher has left."

"I see. Did you say goodbye to him properly?"

"...Let's just say it's true. At least he made a promise to me."

"It's a promise. It seems that Askalon and Lucifer have a really good relationship."

Hearing Theresa's sigh, Ascalon's ears turned slightly red, as if he had thought of something.

She put on her hood to hide her red ears and delicate expression.

"Well, if everything is settled, I won't bother you any more. The valley still needs me."

Ramalen bowed and nodded, ready to go ahead.

"Lamaline, will we meet again?"

"I think so, or can we make a promise?"

Ramalen tilted her head, which made Ascalon beside her lower his head even deeper.

"......" Ai Faniel of the marginal OMO is even more silent. He is the Cambridge of tonight, and turns into a ruthless scoring counter.

However, Theresa shook her head slightly and rejected Ramalen's proposal.

"We don't need all those red tape things. See you next time, Lamaren. I want to go to the valley and hear you sing again."

"If you ask me to sing a lament, I will hate you, Theresa."

After saying that, Lamaren smiled sweetly, waved goodbye to Aifanil, turned around, lifted her skirt, and disappeared from everyone's sight step by step.

Until there were only three people left in the spacious corridor.

"...Wait, why are you still here?"

Ascalon looked down and found that Aifanil was still standing there.

Aifanil couldn't help but roll his eyes at Ascalon.

"My mother doesn't want me anymore and left me here to be your colleague."

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Looking at Ascalon with a puzzled look on his face, Aifanil couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Women are such troublesome creatures.

Lucifer, I miss you.

"Well, it's almost time for dinner. I'll take you to get familiar with the food at the Tower of Babel cafeteria."

Theresa clapped her hands and immediately thought of a good way to promote the relationship.

But really she was just hungry.

However, since he was one of their superiors after all, Ascalon and Aifaniel could only follow Theresa's wish and go to the cafeteria together.

Along with her was Kal'tsit, who had just come out of the laboratory. She was about to rush to the cafeteria to grab a bite of hot food, but she stopped where she was before she had taken a few steps.

She looked back and saw no one.

But when Kal'tsit turned around again, Lucifer was standing not far from her.

With his arrival, the originally bright corridor began to flicker, blood-red shadows swept away the light, and the end of the corridor suddenly turned into a bottomless abyss.

"Blood Demon...Are you here to seek revenge on me for that war?"

Kal'tsit's eyes turned cold.

Except for Theresa, almost all the Sarkaz in Kazdel were hostile to her, even Ramalen was no exception.

Although Kal'tsit now has a different appearance and identity, she has no intention of clearing herself of the guilt or arguing for her past actions, but she cannot die again, at least not now.

Kal'tsit slightly turned sideways, and the spine hidden under her clothes began to tremble restlessly, staring at Lucifer's every move.

At this moment, Lucifer spoke.

"I don't have the idea of ​​discussing those historical issues with you. Although I don't like you, you have experienced death once. There is no point in arguing with you."

"..."

These words changed Kal'tsit's mind a little.

She thought that the blood demon in front of her was a madman like the Blood Demon Lord Dukare.

"What do you want to say?"

“I am not here to discredit you, to warn you, to convince you—I am only here to inform you.

For the sake of Theresa, Ascalon, and Elfanil, or the Doctor, please don't let me be hostile to your subsequent actions."

Lucifer said this without giving Kal'tsit a chance to respond, then he retreated with the black tide of blood, as if he had never appeared here.

Kal'tsit stood there lost in thought, especially when Lucifer mentioned the Doctor.

The Doctor never spoke to her about Lucifer, so when did they ever get in touch?

Kal'tsit was puzzled, and the lights in the corridor still did not return to normal.

"...The light is broken? Then we can ask Klushie to work overtime."

After sorting out her hurried thoughts, Kal'tsit continued walking towards the cafeteria.

And on the outskirts of the Babel ship, there was a figure looking around.