"Magic Refilling?"
Fisher asked doubtfully, chewing over the unfamiliar term. Although he didn't know the exact meaning, the very ambiguous smile on the other's face gave him a bad premonition.
As expected, the demon in front of him sat up and made an "OK" gesture with his left hand, then slowly brought his left hand to his mouth as if he was preparing to consume something. Meanwhile, she also chuckled and said,
"The Demon Species always have a variety of food. Before we were driven underground, we were called 'Enchanting Demons' because we loved to prey on the other races' Fallen Selves. But actually, our relationships with most races were not bad, and those who were preyed upon were quite happy... probably."
