"Who said they were from the main family?" Seeing that the women did not answer, Delis grew impatient, and a savage look gradually appeared on his face.
"It was... me." Ōtsutsuki Yamei forced herself to answer.
"So you're from the Ōtsutsuki main family. You carry a scent that I find extremely unpleasant." Delis frowned as he looked Ōtsutsuki Yamei up and down.
"No, it isn't her. It's me." Ōtsutsuki Anshiki possessed the pride of the main family. How could she deny it out of fear?
"Miss!" Ōtsutsuki Keiko anxiously grabbed Ōtsutsuki Anshiki's sleeve.
"I knew it. Your scent is much more delicious. How could it be someone as unpleasant as her?"
This was the desire embedded in a demon's body. They craved the purer, nobler Ōtsutsuki even more, allowing them to distinguish them through subtle changes in their bodies.
"How did you know there would be a main-family Ōtsutsuki among us? It's as though you already knew."
"That is the business of you Ōtsutsuki." The demon's irrelevant reply left the three women stunned.
"Why ask so much? Why haven't you attacked yet? We're going to die anyway. Does it matter whether one of us is from the main family?"
"Of course." Delis spread his hands confidently.
With that confirmation, a certain suspicion in Ōtsutsuki Anshiki's heart was indirectly validated. But the dire situation left her no time to consider what came next.
"Kill them. Leave the woman in the middle for me." Delis tore off his mask, revealing the vicious bloodlust that was his true nature.
Having confirmed his target, Delis gave the order to kill. The demons, who had long been unable to wait, surged forward.
"Miss, what do we do?"
Ōtsutsuki Yamei had already assumed a fighting stance, tense and unsure where to begin.
At that moment, Ōtsutsuki