Although Amber was a veteran member of the demon race, she had never encountered many genuine Soul Devouring Demons.
In her impression, the Soul Devouring Demon represented one of the pinnacles of demon race evolution, unlike conventional primordial demons like dragons. Many demons had their own paths of growth and evolution.
For instance, demonkin and evil demons were creatures born from the demonization of humans, evolving over time until their appearances were indistinguishable from humans. Beastmen, on the other hand, were massive beasts that had regressed into demonic forms, while the Soul Devouring Demon likely stood at the evolutionary apex for humanoid demons. Demonic evolution required an extraordinarily long time—not racial evolution, but individual evolution. Rare types like horn demons or Soul Devouring Demons, which appeared once in a millennium, became even scarcer without leaving behind the spark of life.
To evolve into a Soul Devouring Demon, one undoubtedly paid a price in effort that most demons lacked, enduring unimaginable, brutal wars.
“Demon King, what exactly have you done? A Soul Devouring Demon? And even capturing the Saintess? Could it be that this time, you’re finally fulfilling your old wish?”
Amber looked toward the Soul Devouring Demon, Molly. “You’re subordinates of the Demon King, right? I am Amber, a demon born from a fallen angel. I also belong to the Demon King’s army—though that Demon King’s army seems to no longer exist.”
“Lady Amber has sharp eyes. Since we’re both serving the same person, feel free to ask me anything if you have questions.”
“May I ask if you know about the Saintess?” Amber glanced at the Pomistan People’s flying ship behind her. Not long ago, she had provoked these guys and was prepared to continue the battle, but they seemed to have noticed something and stopped. Taking advantage of the moment, she asked naturally, “By the way, I haven’t asked your names yet.”
“Molly.”
“I’m Freyna… and she’s Catherine.”
Amber nodded. “Interesting. You’ve already begun collecting your own familiars? Were they humans before?”
“Yes, Freyna and I were humans once. We joined the church that worshipped the God of Faith, but now, Lady Molly’s baptism has made us realize what we truly desire.”
“The church… the Holy Church. Such nostalgic names.”
Amber carefully scrutinized the two of them.
Converting familiars was an extremely complex process that allowed no room for error. Typically, the master would shatter the target’s consciousness, driving them to collapse in despair, then erase their memories and ravage their personality.
Yet Freyna and Catherine, though familiars transformed from humans into demons, showed no loss of self-awareness. In simple terms, they weren’t memory-wiped puppets; they retained their human memories.
Only after enduring cruelty and the of familiarization could the process be completed…
“Miss Amber, regarding the Saintess, I can tell you that she has already married the Demon King and become a demon. She stands completely on our side now.”
“She’s like those two as well?” Amber pointed at Freyna, but the three soon looked at her with strange expressions, clearly not understanding her meaning.
“Never mind.” Amber felt like she couldn’t communicate with these people.
“Because that Demon King is destined to rule the world, I slumbered for many years, waiting for the day Lady Ophitia would succeed.”
Amber flew right up to the group.
To assert her status, she deliberately flew a bit higher, forcing Molly to look up to meet her eyes.
“Become my subordinates.”
Amber extended her hand.
“I am the foremost demon under the Demon King, above all others. If you wish to exterminate the remaining riffraff in this world, submit to me, and I will surely deliver a satisfactory report to the Demon King. Additionally, after the battle ends, I hope you can take me to meet the Demon King. I want to know how little Ai… the Saintess is doing.”
But Molly’s expression showed no sign of submission.
She stared at Amber as before, completely unmoved. In her era, no demon would have dared speak to her like this.
“How rude, Miss Amber.”
“What, you refuse to submit? Do I need to demonstrate my strength?” Amber threatened. “Unrestrained demons are no different from wild beasts. Only a strict hierarchy maintains the stability of the demon race, and that hierarchy is determined by power alone. You don’t even understand this basic principle?”
Molly glanced behind Amber and smiled politely. “Miss Amber, I respect you. I’m not some unruly demon, and I acknowledge that your strength surpasses mine. But submitting to you? That, I cannot do.”
“…” Amber frowned at Molly. In truth, taming a Soul Devouring Demon was no easy feat. Once such a being emerged, if it didn’t submit to others, it would endlessly seek to make others submit to it.
However, the reason Molly gave stunned her.
“Because you seem weaker than Lady Avira.”
“Avira…”
This single sentence stirred Amber’s memories.
Her gaze softened, then turned to anger, and finally settled into calm.
Then she said coldly, “I see. Then take me to her.”
“I’m willing to offer you assistance. I’ll inform the Demon King of your situation right now.” Molly’s smile remained polite.
Catherine and Freyna stayed silent throughout, their minds filled with images of Molly’s courteous and dignified demeanor.
What medicine had this Great Sage taken?
They clearly remembered the Great Sage as a two-faced hypocrite who packaged herself as a glamorous young girl while being a true psychological pervert—a genuine deviant.
During her time as a demon race maid, she had become quite humane. And when she corrupted the two of them, she still displayed that terrifying possessiveness.
Had she eaten the wrong pill today? Normally, she would have provoked the demon and started a fight!
Moreover,
Catherine and Freyna’s battle intent soared upon seeing this woman, clearly believing she wasn’t a match for the three of them. Thus, they had been watching Amber with cold gazes.
“No matter. We’ll meet again later.” Amber noticed they had no intention of exploiting the spatial advantage after she turned to leave. Now, the Pomistan fleet had also stalled in the air. To avoid being entangled by any envoys next and to report back, the three retracted their wings and slowly descended to the ground.
But before they could steady themselves, Freyna and Catherine were struck by electric currents and forced to their knees. Collars and chains locked the two together forcibly, leaving them tangled and wretched on the ground.
They held hands and looked up, showing no anger—instead, they gazed at their punisher, Mistress Molly, with reverence. From this angle, they could glimpse the absolute territory between her long robe and black stockings.
“Do you know what you did wrong?” Molly rubbed her horn.
“Mistress, we… we don’t know…”
“Wuu… I thought you’d fight her.”
Molly said angrily, “That woman looks like a total nepotism case. How could we possibly provoke her? Are you idiots? For all we know, she might be from the same family as Aina and Lady Avira!”
