In Terra, she is a hunter and a bad woman.

boo~

The small lips, with a bit of softness, gently fell on Maria's lips... She didn't kiss her, but just landed on the corner of her mouth, and then left quickly like a frightened animal.

"Goodbye, Ms. Maria."

She looked at the other person, blushing and covering her blushing face with a book, and ran timidly towards her clan.

As she watched the girl walk away, Huafalin came to Maria's side with a teasing look.

"How about a sweet kiss from a little girl?"

"..."

Maria didn't answer, she just stood up silently with a calm attitude.

"You don't seem surprised?"

"I'm always popular with these kids."

"How should I put it... Although I know it's possible, it feels weird for you to say it directly."

"I don't know the reason, but the fact is, people around me tend to have a crush on me... I've met many of them, but they won't say it out loud."

Maria whispered, her eyes slightly lowered.

This is not her narcissistic boasting, but something she has actually concluded from her own experience.

She seemed... indeed, easily liked by these insecure children.

But she never responded to any of them directly.

Maria also discussed these things with the doll, but the doll didn't seem very happy about it.

Seeing Maria's serious answer, Huafalin didn't know what to say.

She just scratched her head and sighed.

"Alright... Although I still don't know who you are, after getting to know you over the past few days, I think you're pretty nice... You're just a little weird."

"What are your plans next?"

"..."

Maria did not answer, she just looked at Warfarin in front of her.

The current Warfarin is different from the one she had seen before.

On Rhodes Island, although Warfarin looked frivolous and even funny, she was obviously capable of standing on her own at that time. Although her performance was very funny, no one would doubt her ability to do things.

But now, this Huafalin is obviously more immature.

"Are you going to do something?"

"Me?" She didn't have any idea about it. "I should be the same as before... You may not know that I'm actually a well-known "three-no" doctor. I've been wandering around. This time I set out to protect these people because of the former patriarch of this clan. I watched that old man grow up, so we have some friendship."

"I'm soft-hearted and can't bear to see them cry, so I thought I'd help out."

"Now that it's over, it's time for me to go."

"But then again... you seem pretty good at fighting. Would you be interested in walking with me? The situation is so dangerous right now, it would be reassuring to have a doctor by your side, wouldn't it?"

Huafalin smiled, but her words were a little off-key, just like her future self.

Maria also had some ideas about this suggestion.

But after thinking for a moment, she refused.

She came here to find the Demon King and see if he knew anything about the superior.

As the leader of a territory, Maria felt that the probability of encountering each other in the city was higher than in the wild.

So she also planned to go in and ask about the situation.

Warfarin was not disappointed after being rejected by Maria.

She simply pushed her backpack and shrugged.

"So that's how we're going to part ways?"

"Um……"

"Well, then I'll give this thing to you." Huafalin said, biting her finger and gently tapping on Malaya's hand.

But the blood that seeped out of her only flowed on the surface of Maria's skin and could not penetrate inside.

This made Huafalin a little confused.

"Eh?"

After trying several times, she felt helpless and had to turn around and reluctantly took out a small glass the size of her little finger, squeezed a few drops of her blood into it, sealed it and handed it to Maria.

"Although I'm easy to talk to, you still have to be careful. You must have heard a lot of terrible rumors about the blood demons. I can tell you responsibly that these rumors about us are true. The blood demons are just a group of seemingly calm lunatics."

"This thing has my blood in it, which means you're my prey or something. If you're attacked by other blood demons one day, just take this thing out. As long as those guys aren't starving, they'll give me some face."

Huafalin said this, waved her hand, and left.

Before leaving, she sucked her fingers with some heartache.

If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have bitten her finger to act cool, and would have directly used her Originium skills to extract some blood.

Seeing the other party leave, Maria, who was alone again, slowly put the blood bottle into her pocket, silently turned her head and looked at the gray city behind her.

It’s time for me to set off…

……

Maria did not enter the city through the official route...that is, through the main gate.

Huafalin's words reminded Maria that although she was similar to the blood demon of the Sarkaz to a certain extent, for the blood demons, they could still clearly tell that she was not of the same kind.

Considering that the Sarkaz race had been at war with other races for thousands of years and hatred had been etched into their flesh and blood, if it was discovered that she was not a Sarkaz, there would probably be even more trouble... so she didn't waste any time entering through the main gate.

Instead, he turned around and came to this city from an obscure shadow.

Although they entered the city, Maria felt that the people in the city were not much different from those in the outside world.

The people here are still not dressed appropriately, and passers-by look anxious and uneasy.

The gray sky seemed to be a reflection of this race of people who were never allowed to see the sun.

In the streets and alleys, you can hear people discussing the war everywhere.

Those who are more optimistic believe that this war, like other small wars, will end after a while, and the Sarkaz will still be able to stand on this land.

Pessimists believe that every war the Sarkaz have fought in recent years has been hard-won. This time the scale of the coalition is unprecedented, and it is difficult for them to gather enough troops to deal with it. In this war, the Sarkaz may have to enter an era of exile again.

What's worse is that after this war, the Sarkaz will become history.

But no matter how they look at it, at least at this moment, they are still living on this land.

And if they want to continue to survive, they need to work.

The city is still functioning and shops are still open.

Maria wandered around and couldn't gather any useful information, so she lowered her head helplessly to think about what she should do next.

"Even though we're going to meet the Demon King, if we just go like this, I don't think we'll be able to see him."

Maria pondered over it and had to consider her next move.

Although she could directly find out the location of the Demon King's camp and then kill her way over to meet him.

But after all, Maria wanted to ask him something, and if it was not necessary, she didn't want to leave a bad impression on the other party.

Moreover, the identity of the Demon King of Sarkaz is also very special. Maria wants to use the step-by-step fighting in the hunting ground to plunder the opponent's memory, and the possible impact is immeasurable.

So Maria had to consider under what circumstances and in what capacity to meet the other party.

As for now...

Maria looked up.

In front of her was an unknown tavern.

Maria thought for a moment, then lowered her eyes and slowly walked in...

……

"I'm sorry for putting such pressure on you...my child."

In the center of the city, inside the huge royal court.

Ancient and mysterious paintings are carved on the towering black stone walls.

Slender green vines spread between the stone pillars, and outside, there are emerald green flowers.

The sunlight shines through the graceful stone pillars, casting a reflection on the temple on the spacious platform.

In the middle of the lush flowers, the old woman sat beside the sarcophagus, waiting silently.

Elegant women entered the venue one after another, wearing intricate black dresses.

Each of them is a woman of outstanding figure, and their slightly cold faces have an irresistible charm.

And they gathered here to welcome a farewell.

Right in the center of everyone, the old woman slowly stood up and looked in front of her.

An elegant woman was quietly walking forward, surrounded by her companions.

Even among the banshees, who are known for their abundance of beautiful women, the girl's appearance is truly astonishing.

The graceful figure sets off the enchanting face.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as her eyes opened, and her slightly red lips looked even redder with every breath she took.

She was wearing a black dress and looked gentle and charming.

She raised her head and looked at the slightly older woman in front of her, a fragrance emanating from her lips and teeth.

"Please don't worry about it. This is my own choice... You didn't do anything wrong."

She smiled like a blooming white flower.

When the old woman saw the girl's posture, she felt even more guilty.

She took a deep breath and looked at the girl with a worried look on her face.

To be honest, in the current situation, choosing to hand over the position of Lord of the Royal Court to the other party is really an attempt to shirk responsibility.

But this was actually something that had been prepared long ago.

Many years ago, she realized that her body could no longer support her... so she chose the next pure-blooded banshee from among her compatriots to inherit the position of Lord of the Royal Court.

The girl's inheritance of this identity was something that had been discussed long ago.

Even in a war, the indifferent banshees should be able to complete the handover smoothly.

But this time, things are different.

Even for the Sarkaz, who haven't truly won a victory in many years, the current battle situation is still brutal.

Facing the coalition's attack, the Sarkaz formed six fronts... but now, all six fronts are reporting defeat.

The southwest front was directly declared lost.

And this was only a month after the war began.

The old woman realized that this war was different from all the previous ones.

It was more ferocious, more intense, and more terrifying... Even the banshees could not stay out of it.

As the Lord of the Banshee Court, she should have persisted in this special situation and handed over power to the girl when the situation was right.

but……

She looked at the gradually shrinking muscles in her arms and couldn't help but sigh.

After another moment, she raised her head and looked at the girl in front of her with a calm expression.

"Lamaren, my child, this is the last time I will ask you... Even if you give up now, no one will blame you. The Banshee Court can no longer remain aloof from the war. If you accept this position, it means your future will be firmly fixed in this position, and you will face this unprecedented disaster."

There was pity in the old woman's eyes.

"Even so, are you willing to take on this responsibility?"

"I have come before you. Isn't this enough to prove my determination?"