Bel stood frozen, staring at the little girl. How could she know him? He had never met her, never even seen her face until now.
His heart squeezed a bit, though his expression remained carefully neutral.
Midas chuckled quietly beside him.
"Surprised, Lord Ravager? Seems like even you have your own little fan club."
Bel shot him a sharp, irritated glance.
"Who is she?"
Midas sighed, looking toward the child with a thoughtful, almost sad expression.
"She's special. Usually, demons come straight from the Demon Lords' wills, you've heard the stories, right? Kill the lord, kill the demons." He shrugged lightly, eyes twinkling with amusement. "But there's another way: corrupt a human with your mark, and voilà—instant demon."
Bel's eyes narrowed.
"And this girl…?"
Midas smiled faintly, nodding toward the girl.
"Let's just hear her story, shall we?"
Inside the room, the woman asked gently.
"Who is Lord Ravager, dear?"
