"You're doing better than I anticipated," Lana said, her gaze sweeping over the fallen trees.
"I never thought it would be this easy," I replied, raising my sword and inspecting its blade.
Evelyn approached me from behind, wrapping her arms around me. She traced two fingers from my shoulder to my wrist. "This technique takes a year to master at the academy. Calling it 'easy' is a massive understatement."
"Is that true?" I asked Lana as she drew closer.
Lana sheathed her sword. With a gentle touch, she lifted my eyelashes, her fingers brushing my blue eyes. "Your eyes indeed belong to the Demon King," she murmured, pulling her hands away. Then, unexpectedly, she pulled out my tongue, scratched it with her nail, and licked the nail. "You smell human, and you taste human."
"Do you believe I'm the Demon King?" I asked, bewildered by her actions.
