After some conversations about the bureaucracy and organization of the marquisate, both Teraz and Balac left Mart alone.
Mart sighed. Whenever he was alone, he remembered the projection of the tower used by Lenard Trismegisto.
"I have a drop of Demon God's blood, but if I use it, I will only die. My body will not withstand the ninth rank," Mart thought as he continued to evaluate the unstable and tempestuous demonic energy in his two demonic cores.
"I need to train to make my body stronger. My resistance must reach the eighth rank to withstand the power of the ninth rank without any problems. Only then will I be able to transfer the drop of Demon God's blood into my body." As he continued to think, Mart looked at the door of his study.
"You may enter," he said in a calm and somewhat warm tone.
A young woman with long black hair, pointed ears, and pale white skin entered and sat down in one of the comfortable armchairs.
"Isirid, did something happen?" Mart asked.
