[This land… used to be a beautiful vineyard, where they created a rare flavour of wine.]
Asmodeus observed the broken, desolate land lacking water, nourishment, and care. The moment they left Grimholt and reached the surrounding land. Serena became more vocal, telling him about the mountains and different locations.
'Really, can it be salvaged?'
He discovered that after learning of his potential future as the ruler of demons, many thoughts, and ideas started growing. It was as if someone planted a seed within their heart, and with each beat and pulse of blood, the small seed grew, becoming the roots of a majestic tree and desire.
'You mentioned I could find a special mineral and gemstone in the north-west, wine in the south, then is there anything in the east and far north?'
[Fufu, My beloved Emperor. Are you starting to become interested?]
"Darling, are you alright?"
Asmodea's horse trotted beside his fierce, dire wolf.
