Lin Luo shrugged. "From her perspective, we don't belong to any race she knows, so naturally, she classified us as Demons."
Flamme naturally heard their conversation. She raised an eyebrow, looking a little puzzled.
"Oh my, what did I just hear? You're actually denying that you're Demons?"
"This is a first for me."
Demons were universally known as an arrogant, prideful race that looked down on every other race and took pride only in their own identity.
So denying their own race...
That was almost impossible for a Demon.
"That's why I'm telling you not to lump us in with Demons."
"Then may I ask what race you are?"
"We're Devils."
"Is that so?"
Flamme narrowed her eyes slightly, but she wasn't entirely convinced.
After all, Devils...
She had never even heard of them.
Most importantly...
Demons excelled at the magic of language.
Though they lacked the emotions of other intelligent beings, they loved deceiving others.
So their refusal to admit their identity...
Might simply mean they were indulging their twisted sense of humor and wanted to have some fun.
"Looks like you still want to fight."
Lin Luo took a few steps forward and stood before Flamme.
"I can't help it. This is how I've always treated Demons."
Flamme spoke calmly. "But I'll verify what you've told me."
"I'll try to take you alive. If you're telling the truth, I'll apologize afterward."
"No need to make it so complicated."
Lin Luo waved a hand. "We just need to make a bet."
"What do you mean?"
"We fight. If you win, all three of us are yours to do with as you please."
"And if I lose?"
"You only have to agree to one condition. What do you say?"
"Interesting."
Flamme's lips curved upward as she gave Lin Luo a