To Illyna, Perserque was familiar, yet odd in some ways. Due to her injuries, Perserque had spent the last few days either sitting on a bed or moving around in a wheelchair crafted by Davey.

"A human... No, a demon can be that beautiful…? No wonder there are legends about succubuses."

Illyna was well aware of her own beauty. Not out of vanity, but rather she accurately gauged others' perceptions of her. Illyna was one of the six continental beauties. With the youngest princess of the Lyndis Empire quickly rising to the status of a continental beauty, the count had increased to six. So there were quite a few so-called 'national treasures' on the continent, to borrow Davey's words. Rumors even circulated that Illyna herself occupied one of these six spots, so she had quite a bit of confidence in her appearance.

"She is genuinely beautiful...."

In all her life, Illyna had never felt inferior in terms of her physical appearance, but the beauty of the demon named Perserque was so intense that it led to an unexpected bout of petulance. Whether adorned with horns or not, Perserque's appearance had an allure that seemed to draw people in. She was the Demon Lord who had fought against the Sword God three thousand years ago, a close friend...