"Not everyone’s constitution is the sa. This might be the unique charm of Lord Shami."
The Bone Fra looked up, eting Shami’s lifeless gaze.
"I don’t want to be so bloody freak! One thing is already bothering , another strange occurrence and I’ll just die!"
Seeing the confusion in Shami’s dull eyes, the Bone Fra recalled the scene from then.
"Lord Shami possesses unimaginable perseverance. Normal creatures’ ○○ would feel pain and retreat upon hitting sothing hard. But Lord Shami shouted about how the Demon King Weapon once even killed a Grandmaster, why fear bones... The first to eat a crab gets pinched, and the pioneer trying out the Bone Fra naturally bears so risk..."
Shami looked down and found an adhesive bandage on his Demon King Weapon.
"So it was the bone that rubbed it bloody, huh! Why don’t I rember such a thing! Lust has filled my brain to the point of going from being dizzy to completely drunk! The Demon King Weapon almost perished last night!"
Shami breathed heavily, his mouth parched. This upgrade-induced increase in lust was more terrifying than he imagined, having transcended lust-drunk to entering a state of losing reason!
The Bone Fra, holding its chin, was still lost in mories.
"Actually, this crazy night was my first experience too. Lord Shami seed like he had endless desires, playing with then dragging onto the bed, screaming hysterically, jumping around like possessed, pulling off my arm for a heavy tal concert, the whole room turned into a ss..."
In the Bone Fra’s account, understanding the origins of those scenes in his mories, Shami’s head lit up, quickly shouting to correct this absurd night.
"No! It’s not because of endless desire! It’s entirely the body’s self-defense chanism kicking in! Since we were in a vacuum space unable to release desire and I hurt myself, I gave up on male instinctive actions and instead turned to hysterical shouting to release the desire in my body!"
"Eh! Is there such an explanation?"
"Of course! Shouting on an empty street at night feels great for this reason! No matter what desire or resentnt you have in your heart, you can let it all out!"
"No wonder Lord Shami was cursing all sorts of things I couldn’t understand, kept talking about why at the end of the year he had to work overti missing grandma’s last mont... why after five years of working himself to death he couldn’t afford mom’s cancer treatnt, while so remain in a vegetative state in a nursing ho for decades..."
Hearing this, seemingly reminded of sothing, the emotional Shami closed his mouth and fell into silence, a dim light in his eyes containing countless complex thoughts.
The Bone Fra quietly watched Shami, though its hollow eyes betrayed no change in emotion. Yet, she too had her own feelings. She could sense Shami’s sadness at this mont.
Last night, Shami laughed wildly then cried, saying many things she didn’t quite understand. It seed like the helpless life of an ordinary person.
But Shami was just a villager from a small village. Why would he have gone through so much?
The Bone Fra didn’t understand, but she seed to have seen a Shami, different from usual—more real.
The dim light gradually disappeared from Shami’s dark eyes as he returned to reality, and his agitated tone softened significantly. He roughly knew who was behind the destruction in the room.
"When inner desires can’t be released in a normal way, extre emotions like venting hatred are the only relief. I hope I didn’t do anything bad to hurt you last night."
Shami looked at the Bone Fra. The Bone Fra was a bit surprised. Shami actually first asked if she was hurt at such a ti, even though she was just a skeleton.
The Bone Fra shook her head.
"Not really. It was Lord Shami who bled, wasn’t it? But, Lord Shami apparently harbors a lot of resentnt toward his Demon Envoys. Last night, Lord Shami shouted Lina’s na 101 tis, Saili’s 94 tis, and Elze’s 89 tis. Only soone with a grudge would call out that many tis."
"Eh?"
Shami blinked awkwardly.
Ah, no, the likelihood of calling several Demon Envoys nas wasn’t out of hatred but rather using them as spell materials in his mind.
"Of course. Do you think it’s easy to be the contract Demon King for a few Demon Envoys? Normally, they trouble endlessly. As the leader, I would naturally harbor discontent and resentnt towards them."
"I see. It seems Lureya is the Demon Envoy Lord Shami is most dissatisfied with."
"Huh?"
"Among the counts I logged, Lord Shami shouted Lureya’s na 1132 tis. That’s more than three tis the combined total of the other three Demon Envoys. Could it be Lord Shami truly sees Lureya as a mortal enemy with a deep-seated grudge?"
Hearing this, Shami fell completely silent.
On the chaotic bed, the atmosphere softened as the conversation took an unexpected turn. But the most important issue was still unresolved.
Not responding to the Bone Fra, after piecing together his mories of last night from the Bone Fra’s words, Shami suddenly felt a slight sense of relief.
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