Reincarnated as a Blood Demon on Terra? I've Hit the Jackpot!

"Here, have some Caprini blood wine, little one… this is the good stuff, you know. The Overlord himself drank it and said it was supreme!"

"..."

The little Banshee was being dragged around by Lucifer, an expression of utter despair on his face as if he were about to complain: Who cares… I'm tired.

Originally, Aefanil thought Lucifer was a normal person, but it turned out his level of weirdness wasn't much better than that crazy old geezer, the Blood Demon Overlord. And after seeing Laqeramaline acting like a salesperson… watching Lucifer try to abduct him without moving a muscle or helping, and even seeming to cheer him on to do something fun… Aefanil finally realized one thing.

This Kazdel… is doomed to fall sooner or later for sure.

"…Are we not at Babel yet?"

Ascalon, who was traveling with them, couldn't help but ask with curiosity. They had already left the palace for some time, yet Teresa's footsteps heading towards Babel had not stopped, still stepping further out of the city… Could it be that Babel was located outside the territory of Kazdel? If so… then how could she slack off and take leave to come back and find Lucifer?

"We'll be there soon. Recently, due to… some irresistible reasons, it's not convenient for Babel to appear prominently in the public eye."

It seemed Teresa had anticipated Ascalon's question. Her steady footsteps did not stop. Ascalon pondered… she looked up to survey the streets. Those ordinary or down-and-out Sarkaz, upon seeing Teresa, now had a hint of hesitation and doubt mixed in with the worship that should have been fervent. Normally, they would shout her royal name with enthusiasm, but today, they were silent, with only whispers as faint as the buzzing of mosquitoes.

This starkly different scene did not break Teresa's spirit or cause her to show any difficulty. She quietly turned back to look at Lucifer at the rear of the group without a change in expression. He was still having fun teasing Aefanil… it was unknown whether he didn't hear those rumors or if his selective hearing was acting up again.

To this, Teresa simply smiled gently and continued to lead them all towards Babel.

At that moment, Lucifer slowly put away his carefree smile. His blood-red pupils swept around, and the malicious intent hidden in the shadows was instantly intimidated and scattered. When he turned back again, Teresa had led them out of the city where most Sarkaz lived, heading towards a wilderness that had been buried under ruins time and time again… If Lucifer remembered correctly, this was the first time in over a hundred years since the end of the war that Teresa and Tracy had been so far apart.

"…I have a feeling that dozens of death-squad warriors and Royal Guard soldiers are about to pop out and abduct me onto Babel's pirate ship." Lucifer had a strange sense of déjà vu… He, who had not left his residence for dozens of years, was suddenly hit by a paranoid hallucination from the past.

"How could that be? Babel doesn't force anyone to join. Besides, if someone were to force you, it would probably only be Ducale and Lord Nezzalem who could do it."

"I'm not so sure myself…" Lucifer thought that if he really intended to flee, the Blood Demon Overlord and the King of the Corpse Eaters might not be able to stop him. But he didn't know what the Demon King's trump card was… Teresa had donned the crown after the war ended; no one knew what kind of ultimate power the Black Crown had given her. Besides, there was also Laqeramaline, who used witchcraft to permanently fix her own time, standing right beside them.

'Damn it… this is clearly a beauty trap in a Hongmen Banquet.'

When he looked back again, all that was left was the little Banshee, standing there like a mascot.

"Hey, little one, how about the two of us run away together? Big Brother will earn money to support you then."

However, before Aefanil could answer Lucifer, Laqeramaline, smiling kindly, spoke up first: "Hehe… I don't think I can pretend I didn't hear that, Lucifer."

"Damn it… this time we're finished!" Lucifer closed both his eyes, feeling as if he could see his future laid out to its very end.

Ascalon, walking silently beside them, glanced at Lucifer and Aefanil from time to time.

'Are male Banshees that rare?' Ascalon, who grew up in the wilderness and then lived a single-player game life in Lucifer's old house without understanding the customs of the Sarkaz race, just felt that Lucifer seemed to be paying a little too much attention to Aefanil.

'Or could it be true what that old hag Warfarin said… that Teacher only likes "young ones"… no, wait, Aefanil is a boy… could it be that Teacher's preference is actually…'

Yes… a well-thought-out logic must be the correct truth. Ascalon trusted her beast-like intuition more and more. The gaze she directed at Lucifer grew even more complex.

"Ascalon, if you keep looking at me with that kind of gaze, this big brother is going home right now."

"Cough… my apologies. I was just being too curious, Teacher." Ascalon coughed lightly to change the subject. It seemed there was nothing more to be said. But Teresa's interested gaze kept shifting between Ascalon and Lucifer the entire time.

"Oh~?" Then, she seemed to have discovered something, her face showing a look of enlightenment as she giggled to herself.

Perhaps because Lucifer had broken the ice, the conversation thereafter became much more relaxed and cheerful, unlike the solemn and oppressive atmosphere when they had just left the city. And the rest of the journey was just as Teresa had said; in less than half an hour, they saw the outline of Babel, shaped like a massive warship.

Although it looked old and in disrepair, even if Lucifer shoved his head into the toilet at the Blood Demon Overlord's house, he couldn't have imagined that Kazdel could produce such Hextech-level stuff. Now he was even more certain that if he accidentally saw something he shouldn't, three hundred axemen would immediately rush out and capture him on the spot.

"Alright, no need to be so tense. This warship has no national registration number. An acquaintance and I dug it up during an archaeological survey."

"Damn it… you archaeologists are so enviable! Kazdel is clearly a land of treasure!" Lucifer had been in Kazdel for over a hundred years and had never found any sacred artifacts. I'll have to go back and dig up my own backyard three feet deep. Maybe I'll find something like a space cannon or a Gundam.

"Actually, we didn't dig it up within Kazdel's territory…"

"Then never mind."

After abandoning the idea of following in the footsteps of legendary archaeologists, the group entered the interior of "Babel." Inside the warship, it was clear that the internal systems were already operational, though there were still quite a few damaged wires being repaired. But the deeper they went, the more Lucifer felt that something was not right.

'The air is filled with the scent of blood… but… why does it make me feel a little excited?'

Lucifer didn't understand… For the past hundred years, he had tested himself with blood countless times. Now, not even pure Draco blood or the blood of a Hippogryph and Pegasus could arouse his primal instincts. Moreover, this faint scent of blood was unlike the blood of any race he had ever tasted.

With a strange feeling, Lucifer and Teresa's group encountered a green figure… A strange medical uniform and short, whitish-green hair, along with a deadpan face that was no less stoic than Tracy's or Aefanil's, formed the figure of a Feline.

The ancient scent of history washed over him… the last time he had seen a Feline this pure was a hundred years ago.

"Holy sh*t… so damn hot."

"Hmm?…"