Although I was cast out at ten,

I was still, in some sense, a native Gaian.@@novelbin@@

As such, I understood Gaian common sense reasonably well, including how they viewed demons.

To Gaians, Manifestors were ticking time bombs on the verge of exploding,

and demons were bombs that had already gone off—an unstoppable inferno that mercilessly massacred humans.

They were mindless embodiments of violence.

And honestly, that wasn’t far from the truth.

History bore witness to it.

Every time demons appeared, the pages of history were soaked in blood.

Even the most recent demons, though varying in degree, shared a common tendency to indiscriminately attack humans.

I had firmly believed that eradicating demons was the right thing to do.

No, it wasn’t just a belief—it was certainty.

Demons were an unmistakable enemy, inherently different from humanity.

The demons I’d encountered in my mind were always like Seere—that conniving bastard.

But this one?

What was she?

Why was she pouring out complaints, practically begging me to listen?

At least the demons I knew before carried an air of menace.

This one? If anything, she seemed… petty.

“Of course, I knew this might happen!” she said indignantly.

“I thought it would be better to come to the human realm and expand my influence than deal with the tiresome power struggles of the demon realm.

I even considered it a vacation of sorts, thinking it’d be fine to stay confined for a while.”

The situation had come to this because, as I’d planned earlier, I’d stepped outside briefly to check the weather and returned.

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