"But after all, she is not the sibling of the great Prince of Darkness, Miss Gretel is."

"No! I don't think Miss Artoria is a mortal. She must have been transformed into some powerful creature. Otherwise, how can we explain the horns, wings and tail on her body?"

"So she's actually a baby dragon?"

"Shh--don't talk nonsense."

…

While the believers and attendants were whispering, Grete walked up to him with graceful steps, picked up King Dumbao from the ground by one of his horns, and praised with a smile: "Well done, finally.

There has been some progress. But this is not enough. You need more stimulation and training."

The words have not yet been spoken!

A familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Are you bullying my adopted daughter again?"

"Brother...brother?!"

Grete immediately shivered on the spot, turned her head and saw the prince of darkness who had brought her to this world, with a trace of fear in her eyes.

"Relax, I don't eat people. And I brought you a gift when I came back from this trip."

With that said, Greya took out a bag of soul prisms from his pocket and threw it to his sister.

"Soul? Delicious soul! Haha! I knew my brother was the best!"

Gretel performed a unique skill on the spot. She jumped up and hugged the Dark Prince's neck, nuzzling him like a kitten. At the same time, she opened her mouth and stuffed the soul prisms into her mouth and chewed them, enjoying the soul while she was dying.

Screams of terror and wails of agony.

Every time she swallows a soul, a flash of silver will appear on her body.

Greya pinched the girl's nose hard and laughed and cursed: "Ha, little slickhead, you will never be able to change your greedy habit in this life. By the way, I have something to inform you. Our father is about to have an affair with the orc god.

A war has begun, do you want to participate?"

"Hmm? War? What's the benefit?"

Gretel's eyes were dripping and she asked in an uncertain tone.

"It may not be there for others, but for you it is not only there, but it is very big. Because the place of war is the kingdom of gods, where there are countless petitioners for you to devour."

Grea gave the answer directly without any concealment.

"Countless petitioners?!" Gretel's eyes instantly shone, and then she nodded eagerly. "Go! Of course we go!"

"Pfft hahaha! You-"

The Prince of Darkness obviously laughed at his sister's unprofitable behavior. Then he put on a serious expression and warned: "Remember, this is a battle between gods. Don't run too far because of gluttony, otherwise

You may be targeted by the orc god. In addition, your twin brother Hansel will most likely participate. I don’t want you to lose in this competition by then, do you understand?”

"Yeah, yeah, I understand. This is related to the outcome between you and your sister. I will never hold you back."

Gretel gave her assurance sworn.

"Very good! As long as your performance satisfies me, I will give you a gift after it's over."

A look of satisfaction appeared on Grea's face.

Although one of the original twins was snatched away by little Anne, Gretel's well-behaved and lawful tendencies undoubtedly pleased him very much, and he even had the pleasure of being an older brother.

After all, there is nothing more interesting than watching your lovely sister grow up.

Thinking of this, the Prince of Darkness turned his attention to Artoria, who had escaped from the coma. He bent down and held her in his arms, admiring the stubborn little face that refused to admit defeat. The originally cold pupils gradually became warmer.

There is no doubt that in the process of raising this little guy from scratch, he began to gradually appreciate the fragility of life and develop empathy, even if only a little bit.

"Hehe, dear brother, why do you pay so much attention to this girl? Is she really related to you by blood?"

Grete blinked and asked curiously.

Greia sneered and explained: "No, you are overthinking.

If he were really my son, how could he be so weak?

She was the heroic spirit servant I signed a contract with my sister during the last battle, and was later forcibly cut up and taken out of the world.

My father thought there was some flaw in my character and suggested that I make up for it by raising her.

Now it seems that this method is indeed effective.

At least now I no longer regard mortals simply as tools, chess pieces, or consumables, but rather I can somewhat understand their thoughts and emotions.
Chapter completed!