016 The Firstborn

　　The two powerful, terrifying demons were like wild beasts that were about to hug each other and tear each other apart, their gazes confronting each other and their breaths entwining, and for a time, their terrifying auras and pressures forced the entire frail and old castle to become even more shaky.

　　In such a tense moment where no one dared to relax easily, neither the Demon Archduke nor the Demon King's eldest son noticed the movement of the only living human beside them.

　　Of course, the very self-aware Evelyn was unlikely to do anything that would draw too much attention from the demon.

　　She just gingerly picked up her cushion and dusted the dust and gravel off of it, then carefully backed into a corner and finally sat down quietly - she didn't want to be caught in the middle of a battle between two demons, and a little bit of shelter was a little bit of shelter.

　　She sat on a cushion stained with a bit of fine gray, her back against the crumbli