The Enslaved Demon God [First Update]

Ye Ting had his reasons for poaching her.

Among the seventy-two demon gods, he had subdued some because they were useful to him, while others he had been asked to rescue. The reasons varied.

Dantalion was one of them.

Now, Dantalian stood prettily before Ye Ting.

She looked no older than twelve or thirteen, a slight girl with skin so pale it was nearly translucent, dressed in a pitch-black gown like an exquisite doll.

Her waist-length hair was black as ink, and even her eyes held the profound darkness of night.

She wore loose, puffed black clothing adorned with layers of lace and ruffles, while metal gauntlets and a rough waist guard encased her figure. It was a strange outfit reminiscent of the formal ceremonial attire of medieval knights, yet it could not precisely be called either a dress or armor.

Who would have thought that the girl before him was one of those demon gods whom people feared like tigers yet flocked toward all the same?

"So, are you our new master?" The girl lifted the hem of her skirt and gave Ye Ting an elegant curtsy. "It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Dantalian, and I await your commands."

"Dantalian?"

Hearing that familiar name, Ye Ting looked the girl over from head to toe as though he intended to see straight through her. The scrutiny made the girl feel rather uncomfortable.

Only after a while did the man nod.

"I see."

"What a misfortune. Could it be that my new master is a pervert? I have heard that only mentally abnormal men tend to take an interest in petite, adorable women such as myself."

Dantalian fired off her barb with razor-sharp words.

If he had been an ordinary man, any man with even a little