"The world of demons is relatively more violence-oriented, not elegant, nor is there so-called modesty."
Senata said this very close to Yila's neck. Thin blood from his neck formed a thin thread, flying into Senata's mouth, allowing her to report the situation while easing her thirst for Yila's blood.
Yes, it was not simply a craving for blood, but rather a craving for Yila's blood. After all, the Blood of Blood flowing within Yila was unimaginably delicious for the Blood Clan.
If one had to describe it, it would be like catnip to a cat, gold coins to a dragon, or a hearty battle to a Crimson Demon Dragon.
"So, when they discovered you, Mr. Yila, standing on the Demon King's side, the other leaders who previously betrayed you also began to pay their overdue tributes. The finances of the Demon King Territory should improve significantly; you can check with Youyou."
