Flora lay wearily on the edge of the bed.
Her shoulder was bare, her face flushed unnaturally. She hadn't visited the Human World for a while. Unlike the Inferior Demon who was a hands-off manager, Flora had matters to attend to in the Abyss.
After defeating the Mind-Reading Demon, she rightfully became the Demon Lord of that realm. Her task now was to recruit demons vigorously and build a powerful army.
A member of the Cat Race becoming a Demon Lord?
In the long history, this was something that had never happened before.
Nowadays, Flora had an inexplicable aura, especially between her brows, where a faint golden glimmer occasionally flashed. It was evident that she had once again received some sort of blessing from the Dance Goddess.
The treatment between a Master of Fist and a Demon Lord was immensely different. The former was merely a powerful loner, while the latter was a leader commanding an entire region.
