The Demon Realm is hosting a grand festival party, no different from the bustling human city's night market, and even more bizarre because of the presence of magical creatures everywhere.
As the king of her tribe, Shami needed to maintain a sense of distance and couldn't get too involved in playing Bomber Mum.
After spending some time with a few girls, Shami stepped away, walking to a distant spot to quietly watch everything happening.
"Shami, would you like to accompany me to the night market?"
Soon, the Elf Maiden jogged over, pointing towards the night market street not far away.
Originally, there was no night market street on the prairie, but with many magical creatures wanting to set up stalls, a night market naturally appeared.
Shami thought that in the future, there would be more and more such places in the Demon Realm, making it free and open, and even generating a magical economy.
"Sure."
