The Demon Isn't Immoral.

Verayth survived the night while suppressing her urge to murder Elijah, although his detestable mouth never failed to tempt her to it.

Nevertheless, she knew how important he was in the grand scheme of things, and if she just endured for a little while, then one day. She could kill the bastard with her own two hands.

The next morning was as always, the wind chilly, the light miasma blanketed the eyes, and the air felt like poison.

Dipping her hands into the lake to have a drink. Verayth savoured the contaminated water, the water didn't look different from clean water, but the presence of a dark miasma softly emitted from it.

Verayth wasn't bothered by the contaminated water, but Elijah squinted his brows in annoyance, he could endure it for a while, but after sometime, the contaminated food and water in this continent was starting to frustrate him.