Soka couldn't imagine what it would be like to pull someone's tongue, but she knew it must be extremely, extremely painful. However, Zilvra wouldn't allow her to speak back, so the little one didn't know what to do. If only Brother Lynch were here at this moment—it would be great, the little angel thought—as long as she hid behind him, all troubles would be solved.

Gaddy could tell what Soka was thinking just by her expression; the little angel never mastered the skill of hiding her inner thoughts with her expressions. The fervent knight knew she was thinking about that young mage in the red robe again. Angels held a significant place in Pate's faith; they were legendary creatures, chosen by the Light God upon the death of only the most devout paladins, transforming into angels to guard his temple. Thus, conversely, Lynch's image gradually morphed into that of an evil captor; he used his immense spells to imprison the angel's freedom, carrying her around like a pet. Lynch, with poison-soaked sweet words, slowly shrouded the angel's holy soul in darkness, ultimately leading her to fall into a pitiful and lamentable demon.

Therefore, Gaddy always wanted to stay by Soka's side now. He knew the vast difference in power between himself and Lynch, but it was precisely this gap that made him feel even more grand and honorable.

Until the day the real demon awakened.

Without any warning, Eryies awoke from her slumber. Perhaps she was finally unwilling to exhaust her life in such a stagnant existence. She opened her eyes, surrounded by countless questions, surveying her surroundings and trying to find coordinates from the gaps in her memory—the last memory she had was in the Bronze Fortress of Bator Hell.

"I smell the scent of the Main Material Plane." She licked her lips excitedly and jumped out of the comfortable bed: "No guards, no iron cage, and no injuries. Is there any more wonderful Main Material Plane than this?"

Thus, the Desire Demon slipped gently from the bed and left the room. There were no spells constraining her—or so she thought—which also meant she wasn't summoned into this world; she was free. Eryies looked around where she was, at the enormous white tower and the distant horizon, even the white clouds and peaks lay beneath her feet. It took her quite a while to realize she was in a Flying City.

Although the air was a bit cold, the sunlight made her feel utterly refreshed. After stretching lazily, she decided to find something to eat—or perhaps to look for delicious souls—she wasn't sure which to prioritize.

Lynch was still in the room at this time, contemplating improvements to "Dragon Head," with Zilvra accompanying him. Even while working, nothing at the All-Knowing Tower's top movements escaped his eyes, let alone the presence of Eryies, who had left detection spells. The moment the Desire Demon left the room, the mage was already aware of it.

Lynch rose from his seat, glanced at Zilvra, and then said, "That Desire Demon has awakened. I presume she's outside the room in a daze. Come with me."

The Dark Elf looked into Lynch's eyes, placing her weapons in suitable positions on her body, and asked, "Have you decided how to deal with that creature? Drive her away, or kill her?"

"I haven't made up my mind either. Right now, no method has any obvious flaws," Lynch said, grabbing his magic wand and chanting a spell to open the door of the Magic Laboratory, "I will leave the choice to her."

Eryies spread her wings, letting the sunlight seep into the crevices of every feather. If any human saw her at this moment, they would surely abandon their previous faith, kneel before her, and weep to express their loyalty. However, such an enticing posture was meaningless to Lynch and Zilvra, who flew over together.

"Ah! I remember you. Dear master, have you escaped from Bator Hell as well? You must have brought me out of there with you," Eryies folded her wings and slowly approached Lynch. She stroked her hair, using subtle movements to waft her body's fragrance towards the mage's nose.

At the same time, she deliberately ignored Zilvra, keeping her eyes only on Lynch. The Desire Demon had a natural keen sense of smell; she had already detected the scent of a Dark Elf from Zilvra, which she knew to be a proud race. The Desire Demon believed that only by being even more prideful could one gain the upper hand.

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