"What a nostalgic atmosphere."
Nikita stood at the entrance of Wusa's city gate, looking at the bustling crowd and lively scene on both sides of the street, took a deep breath, and sighed with deep nostalgia.
A long, long time ago, after she fell victim to a demonic attack in the Silent Forest, she had never seen a similar scene again.
In her brief yet extended demon life, she was always on the run, or on the path of fleeing. Even with the help of Knight Ulysses in the Land of Desolation, where she took a short respite, she couldn't find the feeling of once being human. The Witch Demons of the Land of Desolation had their markets and bustle, but they rejected noise, and the entire market was always under a repressive and gloomy atmosphere.
"We are the subordinates of the Demon King!"
