My saliva tasted sweet.
Not overwhelmingly so, but sweet in the way an expensive fruit compote would be before it finished cooling.
It smelled nice, too, if I thought about it, which made the already bizarre observation even more unsettling.
The strange part was that I only noticed the difference when I actively thought about it. So the moment my attention drifted elsewhere, everything went back to feeling completely normal.
The second I focused on it again, every sip of air through my lips tasted like diluted honey.
On another plus, I had not had bad breath in quite some time now that I think about it.
『 It seems like the Demonic Essence intoxication is progressing. And becoming worse at that. 』
I rolled my shoulder and continued walking, stepping over the remains of something that had been roughly three times my size before I introduced it to the Boundary Cutter.
