Kelly gritted her teeth and decided to get to the bottom of it.

"Well, this guy," she said, gesturing to the man who was sleeping peacefully on her lap. "He's—"

"He's Max!" Celia seemed to be very excited when she mentioned the Demon King, and almost instantly, her face was a little less wary of Kelly.

"Max?" Although Kelly has been in the Black Pyramid for 800 years, she can't remember this man's name, whether it's his first name, last name, or grandfather's name, doesn't he have Max? But she was sure that she could never mistake this face for the blue ring that was exactly like herself, the only gift she had given him, and that she still wore it on the guy's ring finger, shiny.

"Can you tell me about the king, ahem,—— Max?" Kelly tried her best to get closer to Celia without waking the Demon King, and asked gently, trying not to startle her.

"Yes!" Is it an illusion, Kelly felt that this little girl had just heard this request, and her blue eyes flashed with a pleasant blue light like two small flames.

"Max was picked up by Grandpa and me!" Celia proudly held up her small breasts, which had nothing at all.

(Yay——! Hahahahaha

- In other words, this child really has nothing to do with His Royal Highness the Prince! That means I still have a chance!

Two girls whose eyes also sparkled with pleasure for different reasons really started a cordial and friendly conversation.

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On the way back to the Brass Throne, Karn the "Betrayer" barely said anything, silently leading his men on the way back. This killing god is brutal, but he is not usually so silent.

Taking advantage of the unnoticed break, the Dark Elf Assassin Sandra quietly walked over to Karn, who was sitting alone.

As an Assassin and the number one Assassin in the entire Dark Elves' most powerful city Nagaronde, she has always been confident in her stealth and stealth since she met this terrifyingly powerful man.

"You're here."

Just when she was five or six meters away from Karn, the demigod Karn had already noticed, but he didn't look back, he knew the purpose of this woman, and even more coincidentally, Sandra also knew his thoughts.

"Does it still hurt?" Sandra didn't care that Karn was sitting on the dirty sand, and sat next to the tall figure, looking at his still trembling arms.

"The man." Karn didn't look at her, didn't even pay attention to her question, just said to himself.

"That guy is definitely not from the Sigma Empire, and none of the Sigma Gang of rice buckets can reach this level."

"Of course," said Sandra, adding a little new wood to the burning fire in front of her, and looked at the flames that were getting stronger, and seemed to be prepared for it.

"It's better to say that he is indeed the [Sigmar Royal], but he is not the current rice bucket."

"Huh?!" Karn responded with a rare directness, his eyes calming down, and a little flame rekindled.

"You mean you've seen this guy?"

"Dear" The Dark Elf's slender arms naturally ring around the strong arms

"Sometimes you have to consider my real age."

Karn didn't shake him off as he did every time, but just glared coldly at the guy who was so far into it, and began to stare at the flames as well.

"Are you old guys again?"

Sandra smiled softly, as if she had thought of something very interesting, and like the occasional nervous bars of this powerful being were indeed amusing.

"A [dead man] to be exact, at least I saw him when he was alive, then he died, and now he is alive again, falling from the sky."

"There are times when I really wonder how many people you have, and if your real age is real enough."

Pouting like a little girl, and as if she soon realized that this trick was of little use to the emotionless madman in front of her, Sandra regained her grim countenance, but still had a smile on her lips that symbolized her victory.

"I don't know what happened to him, but I need you to tell me how strong he really has become."

"How?" Rarely, this topic piqued Karn's interest completely.

"You've finally decided to change your target, why don't you leave with me?"

Licking her lips, Sandra looked unusually bewitching, her eyes revealing the innate talent of the dark elves.

"It's hard to say, but since you've said so-"

"That guy, stronger than me, much stronger."

"Huh?!"

"Yes, he gave me the same feeling as the only time I saw the real Blood God-sama, Lord [Sadistic] himself, before I ascended to the demon."

"Impossible! He can't hide it from me, and the gap between you won't be too big! ”

"That's because this guy isn't a fighter at all!"

Karn's spurt of anger from his defeat erupted like a volcano, and the earth-shattering roar brought all the berserkers who had fallen into a half-slumber to their feet, as if they were facing the enemy.

With an unparalleled flame of anger in his eyes, Karn stared fiercely at Sandra's calm face. After a long time, he sighed, signaled the berserkers and dwarven butcher kings gathered behind him to disperse, and moved his head to the crackling fire again.

"That guy, his fighting skills are as ridiculous as a child, but his strength is as huge as a god, I can't match it, if he has half of my fighting skills, I can't hold it in his hands for five seconds, even if he is barehanded, I can't hold the blood axe, the weapon of God's choice."

"He was supposed to be a magician, far more powerful than that Weznan, and I think he was deliberately playing tricks on me, and when I realized it, my anger was almost uncontrollable, so I took you away."

"Huh?" Absent-mindedly, Sandra had not listened to what the man next to her had said at all, and at this time a new seed had sprouted in her heart, and she was not so interested in the branches that had already blossomed and borne fruit.

A powerful mage, a very handsome mage, I don't know what happened to that little prince to become like this, but Sandra doesn't care, she only cares about how she can capture this man's heart and get this stronger man.

"Let's go!" Seeing Karn continue to advance without saying a word, the Butcher King shouted and abandoned the camp with all the berserkers, keeping up with the leader.

As for Sandra, she walked at the back of the line, and no one knew what was going on in her head - a female elf with the goal of hunting stronger men, anything could be desired.