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

Unbelievable, but not entirely unexpected... Teresa was able to converse with Ermengarde quite congenially.

Or rather, fundamentally, Teresa didn't wear a sullen Sarkaz face all day like her brother, Tracy. And Teresa, who came from common Sarkaz blood, was still full of mercy and easily approachable for the people after becoming the Demon King. Therefore, it was normal for her to get along so well with Ermengarde, who had the heart of a young maiden.

Unfortunately, as the Demon King, Teresa had a thousand tasks to attend to every day. Her conversation with Ermengarde had to come to an end in less than half an hour.

"Hmm... I will keep Mr. Fleamont's token safe. As for tomorrow's meeting, Ermengarde, are you interested in coming to listen?"

"Ah... then I must ask first. I won't hear something I shouldn't, and then be killed to be silenced later, will I?"

Ermengarde's world-shocking wisdom made even Teresa unable to hold back, and she burst out laughing.

"Haha, of course not. Lucifer has attended the meeting many times and nothing has happened to him, see?"

Lucifer, who had been standing silently with a cool expression, suddenly looked up in bewilderment, his eyes full of confusion.

Me, sir? How did I get dragged into this all of a sudden?

"There, there, I was just teasing. As long as Tracy and I are still in Kazdel, you will definitely be safe."

"So that means if you two aren't here, I'll be----mmph!"

Before Ermengarde could finish her sentence, the Grasp of the Undying immediately covered her mouth.

"Ah! I just remembered I haven't fed Warfarin at home yet. This little brother has urgent business, so please excuse me!" Lucifer didn't know if Teresa could stand it, but he certainly couldn't. He grabbed Ermengarde, who was now physically silenced, and made to flee.

Teresa could only watch as Ermengarde was seemingly abducted by Lucifer from her office, and she couldn't help but laugh in amusement.

"My, my, Lucifer and Ermengarde are so full of life. What a pity, I truly wanted to chat for a few more sentences."

But due to the affairs of Kazdel, Teresa could only put away the token from the Lich Royal Court and get back to her mountain of work.

It wasn't until Lucifer was two whole corridors away from Teresa's office that he would finally release his hand from Ermengarde's mouth.

"Cough, cough... What was that for? I almost suffocated to death!"

"This person right here felt like I was going to suffocate and die after hearing your answer, too…"

Lucifer grumbled as he took a tissue from his pocket to wipe the saliva Ermengarde had left on his palm.

He began to wonder, with Ermengarde's current level of intelligence and wit, how she had survived in Leithania, especially as a Sarkaz…

Was it because Fleamont protected her too well? Or does Leithania give special treatment to Sarkaz and fools like this?

If it was the latter, Lucifer was tempted to sneak over there and live a comfortable life himself.

Lucifer let out a long sigh... regardless, his wonderful encounter with Ermengarde had to come to an end.

Even if it was only temporary.

But after Lucifer had walked a few steps, he found that Ermengarde was still following behind him.

"You're going to foll---I mean… why are you following me?"

Lucifer, in his confusion, almost let his native accent slip.

"Uh... I'm following you back, of course? The meeting isn't until tomorrow, is it?"

Ermengarde answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if she and Lucifer were an old married couple who had lived together for years, which left Lucifer completely stumped.

"That's not it, little one… wouldn't it be better for you to stay here? It's not like you can't stay in the palace. Why would you go back to my house again?"

"Ah… uhm... well…"

Ermengarde's dazed reaction and behavior made Lucifer wonder if Liches, when they hide their phylacteries in another dimension, also store their brains there as well.

This made no sense at all…

But if one were to swap the genders of Lucifer and Ermengarde, Lucifer would probably have been cyberbullied into depression by now.

"Well... that Blood Demon Overlord is here. I don't feel safe at all!"

At the mention of the Blood Demon Overlord, Ermengarde's face changed color instantly.

"But Lady Teresa is still here, isn't she? Besides, as long as you don't trigger the doctor's (Ducale's) anger button, he probably wouldn't waste the energy to come and crush your head for fun."

"It's not the same! Besides, your house is so big, there should be more than enough room for one or two more people, right?"

Even though Ermengarde got along well with Teresa, she didn't want to be a special bother to others.

And for some reason... perhaps because the first acquaintance she made in Kazdel was Lucifer, Ermengarde instinctively felt that staying close to Lucifer would be better and safer.

"...."

Lucifer was about to reply: This fast-mouthed girl is really annoying.

But when he saw Ermengarde's pitiful expression, a new idea flashed in Lucifer's mind.

"Staying at my house isn't impossible… but everything has a price, you know."

"Gulp… th-then what is the price?"

Under Ermengarde's gaze, which was a mixture of expectation and a little fear, Lucifer slowly spoke: "I want your blood as payment for rent."

Ermengarde blinked her greenish-red eyes. She seemed not to understand, so she asked Lucifer again.

"Uh… blood? Do you Blood Demons drink the blood of Sarkaz as well?"

"That shouldn't be anything new, should it? Some morally degenerate Blood Demon families even like to drink the blood of their own relatives."

He had heard that the Blood Demon Overlord had once killed his own biological brother with his own hands, but whether he drank his brother's blood was unknown. Besides, setting aside the Corpse Eater clan, the blood of some Sarkaz, for the Blood Demons of today, had a much higher value as a collectible than for its taste, according to the nature of collectors.

Ermengarde, who didn't know much about Blood Demons to begin with, was completely fooled by Lucifer.

"Ah... in that case, please, go ahead… please be gentle."

After speaking, Ermengarde slowly rolled up her black sleeve, then extended her delicate arm in front of Lucifer, signaling that he could now proceed. It was just that her slightly fearful expression at this moment looked particularly cute.

But Lucifer had just recently drunk blood, and Ermengarde's blood wasn't particularly delicious anyway. His mind was still very clear.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah… what is it? Don't you Blood Demons drink blood like this?"

From the general impression, Blood Demons were like this. It was just that Ermengarde didn't know that Lucifer, in his daily life, was a bit of a mental neat-freak.

"Not all of them. Unless my blood pressure shoots up and I see red one day, I rarely drink blood directly from a person. I have tools at my house. I'll just draw the blood out then."

"Oh… so it's like that."

Ermengarde felt she had learned a little more about Blood Demons, or rather, a bit of trivia about Lucifer. It was just that upon learning that Lucifer would not be biting her himself, a small sense of disappointment welled up from the depths of her heart.

"There, there, good girl… I don't blame you. Let's go home. Come on, come on."

Faced with Lucifer's words, which sounded like he was coaxing a child... Ermengarde was—instantly enraged!

No matter what, she was the most outstanding Lich of the modern era. Just a mere Blood Demon Prince, don't you get too arrogant!

Therefore, on the way back home with Lucifer, Ermengarde didn't speak to him for a full five minutes.

'This woman is really such a child...'