"Vivian."
The morning breeze swept through the camp, carrying away the scent of herbs and blood that permeated the tents.
Upon hearing the Demon King's voice, Vivian, who was patrolling the territory, instantly turned around, her ruby-like eyes filled with surprise and delight.
"Brother!? What wind brought you here?"
She lifted the skirt of her nun's robe and ran over with little steps, her face radiant with a dazzling smile, like a squirrel finding a pinecone.
"Did you sleep well last night? Alone, right? If any pesky little mice disturbed your rest, Vivian will smash them into bean paste!"
Listening to Vivian babbling away, Luo Yan's mouth subtly curved upwards as he smiled and stroked her restless little head.
"You've been doing well recently."
Whether it was matters of the Knight Order or events from last night, Vivian was unusually useful.
