[Isabelle POV]
Time goes back a day, while Damien was still in transformation, Isabelle, at this time, had already begun her training.
Haa~
"Hungry..."
"I'm so hungry..."
Sitting cross-legged on a flat stone in the middle of the training grounds, Isabelle wasn't thinking about the fate of the world or the impending war.
She was thinking about mana.
Specifically, she wanted to eat the mana around her.
Ever since she awakened her Baros-Ignian bloodline, a gnawing, bottomless pit had opened up in her stomach.
It wasn't a hunger for food; although the slime soup was delicious, it was a hunger for energy.
'Is this what it means to be a demon?' she thought, clutching the hem of her maid dress. 'To always want more? To never be satisfied?'
"However, why is it worse not that I'm away from the master?" Thinking about her young master, whom she hadn't seen in almost a day, Isabelle felt weird
