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

Decades, and even a century of time, have changed Kazdel a great deal.

Under the leadership of Demon King Teresa and General Tracy, while one couldn't say the Kazdel of today is thriving to its fullest, one could say that its future is at least somewhat visible.

This was the most direct conclusion Lucifer had reached after residing in Kazdel for a hundred years.

"It's already been a hundred years... I feel like my sense of time has managed to adjust to this place."

Lucifer flipped through an old, worn-out calendar, murmuring softly. Both his conscience and his perception of time had been completely molded into that of a Blood Demon.

Fundamentally, a Sarkaz free of Oripathy infection has an incredibly long lifespan, to say nothing of a Blood Demon who has received the blessing of the Blood Demon Overlord.

A hundred years may seem long, but in truth, it is so very short. In this century, there have been many changes. The two great royal courts, the Lich and the Wendigo, have left Kazdel, and the great Gallic Empire has collapsed.

We can set aside the former for now, but at least the fall of Gaul made Lucifer exceedingly joyous, to the point of celebrating extravagantly with the Blood Demon Overlord.

After all, Lucifer still remembered with a vengeance... that the moment he first awoke, he was gouged in the kidney with a sword by a Gallic Royal Guard.

"To hell with that... let's see what kind of blood I should drink today."

Lucifer tossed the calendar in his hand aside. When it was time to partake of blood, he walked over to the shelves lined with a wide variety of blood wines.

Among them was the blood of the Kuranta, Forte, Elafia, Lupo, and Wyvern. Most were gifts brought to him by the Blood Demon Overlord and other princes, all of top-shelf quality.

And sometimes, he would go out to hunt for "rations" himself.

In the end, Lucifer chose a bottle of blood wine labeled with the Elafia race. This was a trophy he had personally brought back not long ago. The owner of the blood in this bottle was still a living being two weeks prior, but Lucifer felt nothing special about it.

"Sigh... I'm such a truly kind-hearted person. I just can't bear to see anyone suffer."

When faced with the owner of this bottle two weeks ago, Lucifer had originally intended to trade some normal food for his blood. But when the other saw he was a Blood Demon, he struck first, paving the way for his own death.

At least in that situation, it seemed the Lucifer who did all those things felt not the slightest guilt.

A hundred years might be enough to easily distort a person's essence and original intentions.

Or perhaps it was even earlier... from the moment Lucifer was stabbed through the kidney, blown up until half his head was gone and then regenerated, it was then that he likely broke free from the standards of humanity.

Creeak...

An old wooden door was pushed open gently, and then half a head peeked in, cautiously surveying the surroundings.

"Uh... the Blood Demon Overlord isn't here today, is he?"

Seeing that Lucifer was alone in the room, Warfarin tiptoed in quietly.

Ever since she was caught red-handed by the Blood Demon Overlord last time, Warfarin had been so terrified that she hadn't dared to visit Lucifer's house for several years. Every time she came, she had to carefully scan to see if the Overlord was around.

"Wrong... he's to your left."

"Eek?!!" The cowardly Blood Demon let out a mortifying shriek, frantically looking around before realizing there was no trace of the Overlord. When she looked back, she saw only Lucifer's triumphant, mischievous grin.

Warfarin was instantly furious!

It should be known that, in terms of age, Warfarin was slightly older than Lucifer. By messing with her, Lucifer had picked a fight he couldn't win.

"You!!... sniff sniff... Hmm? Is that Elafia blood? It smells so good."

Warfarin, who had been about to strike, was suddenly hit by the scent of blood in the air, which was of a high purity. She quickly scurried over to Lucifer and pointed at her full lips, a clear signal of 'Let me have a little taste, please?'.

Under Warfarin's expectant gaze, Lucifer extended a finger... and poked it straight into her mouth.

"Mmph?!"

Warfarin's eyes widened in shock. She saw Lucifer pinch her tongue with his fingers and pull it out gently. After she made muffled protests for a moment, Lucifer let go, freeing her tongue.

"If you're this greedy, why don't you dare go up against the Overlord then? You might just become the next ruler of the Blood Demon Royal Court."

"That's basically murder!!"

How could Warfarin not know of the Blood Demon Overlord's cruelty? If it were him, having her tongue ripped out would be considered an act of mercy.

"Hmph, if I were to tell the other princes what you just said, I guarantee your head will come off---"

"Quiet! When a prince is taking care of business, servants shouldn't interrupt."

"I'm not your underling---"

Before she could finish her sentence, Lucifer, after wiping away the saliva, grabbed a bottle of Wyvern blood wine from the shelf and tossed it to Warfarin.

One could tell just by looking that this bottle of Wyvern blood wine was of extremely high purity, a rare quality even among a Blood Demon Prince's collection.

"Well, you know, Prince Lucifer, I have always been your most loyal servant!"

Warfarin's ability to change her expression was so fast that even Lucifer couldn't keep up. In an instant, she transformed into Lucifer's most devoted slave. Although she could control her bloodlust to some extent, just like Lucifer, she still needed to drink blood to maintain her lucidity and nutritional balance. Certain special types of blood still held an immense attraction for her... just as humans can't refuse iced tea or cola.

With that said, Warfarin popped the cork. Just the faint aroma wafting from the blood wine was enough to make her feel slightly intoxicated.

"Haaa... this stuff is damn good!!"

After just one small sip, Warfarin was so blissful she could have died and gone to heaven on the spot.

Lucifer glanced at Warfarin, unable to help but think that no noble would be willing to spend a single coin to hire such a pathetic Blood Demon as a subordinate. Then, he drained the blood wine in his own hand.

Lucifer's blood intake was strictly tailored for himself. Rather than sharing a little with her, it was better to just give her a new bottle. He wasn't stingy like other Blood Demons, and besides, it would make her indebted to him. It was a win-win situation.

"Sigh... doesn't burn the throat much."

Lucifer let out a hot breath, as if he were savoring a fine spirit. For a Blood Demon, however, the blood of certain races was no different from the finest spirits. He had heard that the Blood Demon Overlord even had a collection of Draco and Aslan blood... now that was the real deal.

Knock, knock.

Suddenly, an abrupt knock on the door shattered the private moment between Lucifer and Warfarin.

"N-no way! Is the Blood Demon Overlord here?!"

Warfarin instinctively hid behind Lucifer, while also hiding the unfinished bottle of Wyvern blood wine.

Lucifer, however, looked towards the old door with interest. Normally, besides Warfarin, no one was willing to come to his house. And the aura outside the door was definitely not the Blood Demon Overlord's.

The reason was... that man never knocked.

"Enter."

Upon receiving permission from the master of the house, the visitor outside gently pushed the old door open.

A wizard's hat peeked in first. Beneath the hat, which seemed out of proportion with her frame, was a blue-haired Sarkaz girl.

"Uh, hello... I am a special envoy from the Lich group, Ermengarde. I seem to be a little lost. I was wondering if you could please help show me the way?"

The strange Lich girl spoke to the Blood Demon Prince with a shy smile.

This made the whole room fall completely silent...