บททั้งหมดของ Demon's Evolution: บทที่ 501 - บทที่ 510

From the cozy confines of the carriage, the passengers gazed upon the towering walls of Ice Demon City, a sight that had been eagerly anticipated for the past five hours of their journey.Within the opulent carriage, two figures occupied the space - a distinguished middle-aged man and the enigmatic Anastasia.Viscount Milan, usually a man of words, found himself rendered speechless throughout the entire trip. Each time he attempted to engage Anastasia in conversation, he was met with a piercing glare and the sting of her whip.Confused by his own submissive behavior, the viscount couldn't help but be consumed by thoughts of this captivating woman, his mind fixated on her every moment of the day.It was as if a wicked enchantress had cast her spell upon him, twisting his

Anastasia's seductive glances didn't escape the attention of those gathered around the dining table.Milan's face flushed with anger, while Lisa's expression darkened with disapproval.But enough was enough. Lisa couldn't tolerate the inappropriate flirtation between her son and his future bride any longer."Riel, have a seat," Lisa commanded, her voice dripping with icy disdain.My scalp prickled, and I promptly took my place at the table.It was a well-known fact that beautiful women were a force to be reckoned with. One lingering gaze and you were sucked into an abyss from which there was no escape.No matter how strong my resolve, it crumbled in the presence of such breathtaki

Strolling down the seemingly endless corridor of the grand estate was an absolute drag for Anastasia. The added pressure of maintaining a hushed demeanor only intensified her misery. The weight of her humiliation and disgrace was etched across her visage, evident in her flushed cheeks and the love bites adorning her neck like a badge of dishonour. "What a devil," she grumbled, her lips forming a petulant pout. Riel, it turned out, was anything but the gallant gentleman he initially portrayed himself to be.In the blink of an eye, Anastasia's once unassailable throne of power crumbled to dust, snatched away by the merciless hands of fate. From the very beginning to the bitter end, she could vividly recall the moments when she meekly surrendered to that despic

Anastasia sauntered through the room, completely unfazed by the lingering gazes fixated on her captivating silhouette. Milan, on the other hand, trailed behind cautiously, a sense of unease creeping up his spine.Little did anyone suspect that beneath the guise of a mere butler, Milan was in fact Viscount Milan himself. Anastasia, however, paid him no mind, not even granting him the chance to introduce himself.Unbeknownst to Milan, Anastasia had deviated from her original plan. While he believed her mission to assassinate Baron Riel had failed, little did he know that she had cunningly altered her strategy.Crafting a flawless plan, devoid of any loopholes, would undoubtedly take weeks of meticulous planning. After all, the act of eliminating a noble through such means was strictly forbidden and carried severe consequences.And so he obediently trailed after Anastasia, venturing into the depths of her sanctuary.Milan was well aware that today would be a day of playful torment, yet h

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, and I hesitantly invited the source of the disturbance inside. As the door swung open, my eyes widened in awe. Eliza stood before me, a vision in a crimson dress adorned with shimmering feathers that seemed plucked from the wings of a mythical creature.But her presence held more than just beauty. She carried a letter, a missive from none other than Duke Kraus himself."Duke Kraus?" I stammered, my mind racing to comprehend the significance of this unexpected correspondence.What could he possibly want from me? The answer eluded me, shrouded in a cloud of uncertainty.“Yes.” Eliza's face lit up with an angelic grin as she delicately retrieved a letter from the dep