Liu Wenjian looked the captain of the Imperial Guard straight in the eye, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Probably? I don't remember too clearly."
"Maybe it wasn't a real person at all, but the name of a character from some story I heard before?"
"Come to think of it, can you preserve your memories from before receiving the blessing?"
The captain of the Imperial Guard did not immediately answer Liu Wenjian's question. He merely watched him in silence.
As though he were trying to find some clue in the other man's expression.
Vladimir, on the other hand, spoke up from the side, his voice carrying a faint trace of bitterness.
"He's a noble native demon, unlike outsiders like you and me who received the Holy Lord's blessing."
"Apart from native demons like him, born and raised in the Demon Domain, every other blessed individual has their previous memories reduced to disjointed fragments."
"Other than occasionally surfacing in their minds, those memories serve no purpose."
"I see." Liu Wenjian keenly sensed the mockery behind Vladimir's words. He simply pretended not to understand and continued, "It sounds like native demons have nothing special besides retaining a complete set of memories that outsider demons lack."
"Sure enough, the Holy Lord is impartial and quite fair when it comes to distributing power."
As he spoke, he even put on a devout expression, as though he were deeply grateful for having chosen to become a demon.
Seeing Liu Wenjian's foolish look—as if he had been sold out yet was still helping count the money—Vladimir predictably took the bait.
Unable to resist, he corrected him.
"Not impartial at all. The most obvious difference is that native demons can become Demon Grand Princes, while outsiders like us can only become Demon Princes."
"Take the captain of the Imperial