I stared at her for a moment.

"Honestly, I just found it fascinating that you're just... a neck," I said, brushing off her question.

For a split second, an odd thought crossed my mind, but I chose not to elaborate.

It wasn’t worth explaining—it felt a bit ridiculous, and it wasn’t all that important anyway.

Still, it was strange.

The dense, oppressive energy flowing from her, and the fact that she could speak so naturally in that state, clearly marked her as something other than human.

She had introduced herself, after all.

Barbatos, the 8th Demon of the Forest, she called herself.

It had been a long time since I’d met another demon—Dantalion being the last.

What stuck with me most was her rank.

"The 8th, huh..."@@novelbin@@

That was quite high.

Of course, I knew the rankings weren’t strictly indicative of strength. Dantalion, for instance, wasn’t overwhelmingly stronger than the others.

But still, the number itself carried an undeniable weight.

And even without considering the rank, the sheer amount of energy emanating from her was staggering.

So much of it spilled out that it seeped beyond the cave. From that alone, it was clear she was no ordinary opponent.

"Hmm… If I put something down her throat, would it come out her mouth? Or what’s the deal with where her neck ends?"

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