In the living room of Viscount Panredax's residence in Backlund's Empress Borough, two Demonesses watched Sno, who was petting a cat, with complicated expressions.
"I hadn't expected the two of you to come together. By the way, Adelina, since when did you become so willing to share?" Sno grinned at the two Demonesses before him. The moment the words left his mouth, both of their expressions changed.
"Shit, this guy had someone spying on me!"
"You're the shit! I don't believe you weren't spying on me too!"
Although they were clearly Demonesses, perhaps because they had been preparing for the Iron-Blooded Knight advancement ritual all this time, both of them had become somewhat strange in temperament. Still, when women fought, those who knew, knew. Even Demonesses looked good when they fought.
But considering that his residence had only just finished being renovated, Sno ultimately interrupted the two Demonesses, whose eyes were practically spewing Black Fire as they glared at each other. He chuckled and said:
"Ahem. Regardless of how Trissy found out, since she came along too, that means neither of you succeeded. Is that a fair assumption?"
"The Sauron family's demigods are all cowards. They ran faster than rabbits and actually had ordinary people cover their retreat!" Trissy muttered resentfully. Adelina, who had been glaring at Trissy just moments ago, immediately nodded in agreement.
"Those Iron-Blooded Knights are an insult to both the words 'iron-blooded' and 'knight'!"
"If you couldn't catch them, that only means your traps weren't clever enough. Forget it, there's no point saying more. How about this? I can offer you another choice." Sno casually produced two potion bottles, one labeled "Demoness of Despair" and the other "Iron-Blooded Knight." He covered both bottles with a cloth and said with a teasing expression:
"I'll prepare one potion