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

It is well known that the Sarkaz of Kazdel have yet to fully recover from the wounds of war.

The clan that suffered the greatest loss was undoubtedly the Banshees; even the Blood Demon Overlord had to express his condolences on the matter.

However, the ensuing era of the Six Sarkaz Heroes did not bring only scars. At the very least, the Corpse Eater clan grew somewhat stronger. As a clan born alongside conflict, the Corpse Eaters' power is inextricably linked to war and death. By consuming their own kind and other living things, they entered a brief period of heightened strength.

Although this was neither their intention nor their desire.

"Old man, would you like to try a drink? This is a red wine from Victoria that the Overlord himself adores, you know? It has a very mellow taste."

"...."

The decaying God of War of Kazdel, one of the Six Sarkaz Heroes, the King of the Corpse Eaters, 'Nezzalem', gazed at the Blood Demon before him with complex feelings.

Thanks to the Blood Demon Overlord, who managed to make their clan's social standing negative, the Corpse Eaters and the Blood Demons did not normally get along.

But this prominent Blood Demon Prince who had emerged from the war was an exception.

From occasional conversations with the Blood Demon Overlord, he knew that this prince rarely associated with the Blood Demons of his own clan. Instead... he often went to socialize with other royal courts and Sarkaz of different clans.

However, the King of the Corpse Eaters did not hate him. On the contrary, the old man felt quite a fondness for this young man.

"Ducale would appreciate this type of drink?" The King of the Corpse Eaters glanced at the red wine in Lucifer's hand. It was indeed a high-class import from a foreign land. But from what he knew of the Blood Demon Overlord, he would rather drink the blood of an Infected Zalak than even glance at this sort of thing.

"Of course, sir. I'll stake the Overlord's honor on it."

"Haha... it's truly a pity you were born a Blood Demon, my boy."

The King of the Corpse Eaters chuckled softly. There was probably no other Blood Demon who would dare to speak so cheekily of that shameless Blood Demon Overlord. If it weren't for the fact that Lucifer was a Blood Demon, he would certainly be much more popular among the various clans.

Moreover, he was already a Prince of the Blood Demons now. Otherwise, the King of the Corpse Eaters would have considered adopting him as his new son.

The more he thought about it, the more of a pity it seemed. Sigh… it was all the fault of that one Blood Demon.

Ducale! You are so enviable!

"Hehe, Lucifer is really amazing. Just by having you around, the reputation of the Blood Demons can be restored. How truly delightful."

A gentle and natural female voice drifted through the air. The speaker was a Banshee woman with a youthful and beautiful face. The third person in the room, she was the current queen of the Banshee Royal Court and one of the Six Sarkaz Heroes, 'Laqeramaline'.

But to be precise, Lucifer was the third visitor. This was the valley where the Banshees resided; Lucifer had merely stopped by to visit at the same time the King of the Corpse Eaters arrived.

"Laqeramaline, how is the state of the Banshee clan now?"

The King of the Corpse Eaters looked up and asked Laqeramaline, who was seated before him. As the most senior elder among the Sarkaz and also her teacher, he was more concerned about the Banshees' situation than anyone.

At the mention of this, Laqeramaline, who had seemed cheerful at first, suddenly became melancholic.

"The Banshees were gravely wounded in that battle... I'm afraid it will take another hundred years before we can recover our strength."

"Rest and recover well. As long as Teresa and Tracy are here, the next war will not come so soon."

Although the Corpse Eaters needed war to survive, Nezzalem never cherished it, for he had seen countless wars take the lives of so many of his kin. If it weren't for Teresa and Tracy distinguishing themselves and shouldering the burden during that great war, his own student, Laqeramaline, might have met her end there.

"But speaking of which, Lucifer also helped a great deal back then."

A gaze from beneath a veil glanced towards Lucifer on the other side. As far as she knew, Lucifer had been exceedingly active in that war. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Laqeramaline would have thought a second Blood Demon Overlord had appeared on the battlefield.

"That's right. Lucifer created an opportunity during that great war. It was because of that chance that Tracy was able to get close to the Feline general of the enemy forces."

One could hear the admiration the King of the Corpse Eaters held for Lucifer just from his tone. Although it couldn't be compared to the achievements of the Six Sarkaz Heroes, appointing him as a mere prince seemed a bit too stingy... The King of the Corpse Eaters mentally criticized the Blood Demon Overlord once again.

"Ah, hem... I dare not take credit for that, my lords. It was just that my blood rage was at its peak at the time, sir."

Lucifer scratched his pointed ear in embarrassment. It was shameful to admit, but at the time, he knew nothing of strategy or plans. He had simply been beaten until he saw red and had gone on a rampage like a mad dog, killing everyone in his path. By the time he came to his senses, the enemy general had already been beheaded by Tracy, and the war thus came to an end.

Seeing the conversation turning back to him again, Lucifer wasn't too pleased.

"Oh! I just remembered I haven't washed the pants the Overlord gave me to wash! I shouldn't disturb you any longer. I'll be taking my leave, sirs. As for this bottle of wine, please, share it between the two of you."

With an excuse that not even a Shapeshifter would believe, Lucifer put down the red wine in his hand and hastily bid farewell to the King of the Corpse Eaters and Laqeramaline before departing.

In the silent room, only the King of the Corpse Eaters and Laqeramaline were left in a blink of an eye.

"Sigh… what a pity. If Lucifer were a Banshee... no, even a Goliath would do. The hope for Kazdel would be much brighter. In the end, the future of our land must be entrusted to the younger generation."

"...."

The King of the Corpse Eaters did not reply to Laqeramaline's musings. After Lucifer left, an air of dignity and authority returned to him once more.

The King of the Corpse Eaters murmured in a low voice, as if deep in thought about something.

"Lucifer and Kazdel… is that it?"

"Are you wondering about something, sir?" Laqeramaline sensed the subtle shift in the King's emotions and asked with curiosity.

But the King of the Corpse Eaters did not answer immediately. He remained silent in his seat, and the atmosphere fell into a deathly stillness. Laqeramaline did not press further; she sat quietly, waiting for his answer.

"—His heart... is not here in Kazdel."

"Eh?" Laqeramaline did not immediately understand why the Sarkaz elder had suddenly said such a thing.

"Why do you say that, sir?"

"...It's just an intuition."

The King of the Corpse Eaters had spent a fair amount of time with Lucifer. From his words and actions, he could faintly read where Lucifer's heart truly lay.

He was different from the Liches who left their homes halfway… his home, or his "roots," were not in Kazdel. As for Lucifer's proactive behavior during the war, it seemed more like a way to vent pent-up emotions.

According to the information provided by the Blood Demon Overlord, Lucifer hated trouble, especially the massive trouble that was war.

But regardless, the King of the Corpse Eaters had no evidence or reason to accuse a hero who had truly contributed to Kazdel.

"However... to be a friend to the younger generation isn't so bad."

The King of the Corpse Eaters let out another scoff, then grabbed the red wine Lucifer had left behind.

"I'll be taking this gift, then."

"Uh… yes, sir."

Laqeramaline watched as the King of the Corpse Eaters slowly left with the wine, still not understanding what had just transpired.

"Hmm... did my teacher have a falling out with Lucifer? That doesn't seem right..."

Laqeramaline tilted her head, her small mind filled with questions.