Reincarnated as a Blood Demon on Terra? I've Hit the Jackpot!

"Who was that green-haired person just now?"

After the Shapeshifter left, Ermengarde became greatly interested in them. From the conversation between the Shapeshifter and Lucifer, it seemed the other party was also a member of a Sarkaz Royal Court, but Ermengarde couldn't see any clear racial features on them at all. It should be known that even Liches and Blood Demons have racial features like Voids, fangs, and pointed ears, but the Shapeshifter had none of those.

"The Shapeshifter, Damazti... From what the King of the Corpse Eaters told me, they are the most ancient Sarkaz in existence today. So much so that they are unlike other Sarkaz who have generational successions; from the beginning until now, they have always lived in their own original body."

At first, Lucifer didn't pay much attention, until the words of the King of the Corpse Eaters, Nezzalem, were unanimously confirmed by the Blood Demon Overlord, Ducale, and the Demon King, Teresa.

This was getting a little creepy.

Although Lucifer hadn't studied it in detail, he at least knew that the Sarkaz, and even the Teekaz, had a history spanning thousands to tens of thousands of years, yet the Shapeshifter had always remained the same. But after interacting with the Shapeshifter, Lucifer found that they weren't that difficult to get along with.

Ermengarde, however, was different. She just felt that Kazdel was full of all sorts of monsters and demons.

She prayed she wouldn't encounter any more "big-shot" characters, but as she and Lucifer ventured deeper into the palace, an undeniable scent of blood rushed into her nostrils. And this scent, for Lucifer... was very familiar.

"Oh... there's still a bugged character left, Ermengarde. When you go back, you should try buying a lottery ticket, you might win a big prize."

"Ah? What do you mean by---"

Before Ermengarde could finish her sentence, the owner of the blood scent found them first.

It was a male Blood Demon, nearly as tall as Lucifer, who looked equally young and cold, but appeared far more cruel and merciless.

"Luci---hmm? A Lich? Why is it only you here? And where is Fleamont?"

The Blood Demon Overlord frowned in displeasure. In his memory, the Lich who held the title of Lord of the Royal Court should be Fleamont, not this fledgling young girl.

The Blood Demon Overlord's gaze scrutinized Ermengarde. It was in this moment that she truly experienced the pressure of a Royal Court veteran.

"Ah! M-my teacher, Fleamont, is unable to come due to personal matters, s-so he had me come as his representative. I have a token from my teacher with me."

Under the rather dangerous pressure, Ermengarde hastily pulled the missive written by Fleamont from her Void.

The traces of Fleamont on the letter could not be faked, but this only made the Blood Demon Overlord even more displeased. Although his relationship with Fleamont wasn't great, he could not accept the behavior of Fleamont refusing to even attend a Royal Court meeting.

Observing the excessively young Lich girl before him, the Blood Demon Overlord let out a cold, disdainful snort.

"Hmph, whatever... there's no point in bullying you... Lucifer, it's a good thing you're here. I have something to discuss with you."

No longer interested in Ermengarde, the Blood Demon Overlord turned towards Lucifer.

Lucifer blinked, thinking for a moment, then decided to play a great joke he had just thought of.

"Wrong, Ducale. I am Damazti!!"

"...."

The entire corridor fell silent. Both the Blood Demon Overlord and Ermengarde were plunged into a resounding silence.

When she came to her senses, Ermengarde was both shocked and impressed that Lucifer was truly a prince, daring to talk back to the Blood Demon Overlord, easily doing what she could not.

Truly excellent!!

On the other hand, the Blood Demon Overlord's gaze seemed to grow even colder, but he did not become angry over this.

"Didn't that Damazti tell you that you have no talent for disguise whatsoever? Their emotions do not fluctuate this much."

"Ah... did it fail? This time I'm really screwed."

Lucifer, who had forgotten about this detail, realized his joke had flopped.

The Blood Demon Overlord paid no mind to this small incident. He issued a command to Lucifer that could not be refused.

"The Demon King seems to have a new plan and intends to convene a meeting of the current Royal Courts... Lucifer, you will attend with me then."

By rights, a prince was not qualified to attend a Royal Court meeting, only to listen in. Furthermore, there was no room for followers in the Blood Demon Overlord's eyes. But perhaps because the Overlord considered Lucifer's reputation, which was different from his own and that of other Blood Demons, he decided to bring him along to save face, under the pretense of him being his personal guard.

"And what about Ermengarde?"

"This young Lich? That will depend on whether she has the courage to attend the Royal Court's banquet."

Since Fleamont didn't come, the Blood Demon Overlord couldn't be bothered with other trivial matters.

Leaving these words behind, the Blood Demon Overlord turned and walked away. The scent of blood around him dissipated along with him.

"Sigh, as you wish, my lord."

Lucifer shrugged helplessly, then looked at the confused Ermengarde.

"Now it's your turn to choose. Will you witness this meeting yourself, or will you give me the token and go back to Leithania to buy a lottery ticket first?"

"Uh... I think I'd better stay a little longer?"

Ermengarde was afraid that as soon as she handed over the token and fled, she would be met with the Blood Demon Overlord's three hundred axemen waiting to ambush and dispose of her on the way back. Although she wasn't sure it would happen, to avoid that worldline from occurring, Ermengarde decided it was better to stay by Lucifer's side.

At least being near him should be safer... she thought.

"That is your choice. There is no time machine here for you to regret it later."

"...Anyway, going back just means getting nagged by my teacher. At least here there are many new things I've never seen."

Ermengarde knew Fleamont's temperament well. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had to write seven versions of the missive; she was afraid the first six wouldn't pass the Demon King's review and they were all discarded. After returning, besides being nagged, there was only work. Since she could travel on a public fund, why not? Besides, she found this Blood Demon to be quite interesting.

After passing through several layers of approval, Lucifer finally brought Ermengarde to meet the Demon King of the Sarkaz, who was swamped with a thousand tasks, Teresa.

What was impressive was her soft, flowing pink hair, her skyward-pointing black horns, her elegantly mixed black and white dress, and a smile that seemed as if it could always soothe the souls of others who gazed upon it.

"Hello, Lucifer. It's been a long time."

Teresa was no stranger to Lucifer. Whether it was in that past war or the later establishment of the clan, the twin siblings Teresa and Tracy had some dealings with him.

"I believe this must be the special envoy of the Liches, representing Mr. Fleamont."

Teresa's captivating eyes looked towards Ermengarde.

And Ermengarde, not feeling the same pressure as when she faced the Blood Demon Overlord, stared back and forth at Teresa, then let out a sigh of relief.

"Phew... what a relief. I never thought the Demon King would be so much more approachable than the others in the Royal Courts."

Lucifer immediately whipped his head around to look at her.

"Hehe, is that so?" Teresa laughed softly and playfully.

Lucifer's face turned as pale as a boiled chicken. He thought to himself, Ermengarde, you're probably a lost cause in this life.