The first night Shane arrived in the Demon Realm ended amidst various unknown tumults.
The next day, when the sky was bright, Shane finally woke up leisurely.
Upon waking, Shane realized various discomforts.
"...not having a competent maid by my side means having to wash up by myself in the morning."
Shane was speechless.
Not about his own treatment, but about how he had grown accustomed to being washed and dressed upon waking, and possibly even having certain needs silently met.
Before, Shane hadn't noticed anything wrong.
But now, upon waking, feeling a slight discomfort in his mouth and wrinkled clothes on his body, Shane realized he truly was a bit unaccustomed.
"That maid is truly poisonous."
Shane clearly recognized this fact.
Yet at the same time, Shane felt an increasingly strong impulse to keep that maid by his side.
"Anyway, they already mentioned that, it seems I've done what I should and shouldn't have done, so next time perhaps..."
Shane began to scheme, completely unaware of how much his thoughts resembled those of a villain.
One could only say, that overly perfect maid, perfect to the point of being frightening, was indeed a bit toxic.
Thinking such thoughts, Shane got up to wash up.
But upon getting up, Shane realized that even though Lasha was not by his side, he still didn't need to worry about having no one to attend to him.
Evidence was when Shane got out of bed and headed out, several beautiful women from the Sand Scale Clan entered the room, claiming they were there to serve him.
Thus, Shane experienced a treatment no different from the previous day's banquet, under the service of several beautiful women from the Sand Scale Clan; by the time he walked out of the house, his legs were somewhat weak.
Don't misunderstand; this time it was also due to being pinched.
During the process of dressing and washing, the service of massaging shoulders and knocking legs never stopped, a treatment comparable to that of an Emperor.
"This Sand Scale Clan is also toxic."
Shane could only comment as such.
Under such circumstances, Shane left the territory of the Sand Scale Clan and was led to a square.
The place presented a bustling scene.
Shane saw various Demons caged up like goods about to be shipped, emitting faint roars within their cages.
The people of the Sand Scale Clan had all gathered here, preparing for a journey.
They hadn't prepared a convoy but had readied several large Flying Series Demons.
Clearly, the Sand Scale Clan's expedition would be conducted utilizing Flying Series Demons.
Shajina was then commanding her clanspeople to carry various types of goods; upon seeing Shane being led over, she immediately stopped and bowed to him.
"Greetings, my lord." Shajina greeted Shane warmly with a radiant smile, "How was your sleep last night?"
Hearing this, Shane briefly observed this pure and beautiful Sand Scale Clan girl, silently admiring that the Otherworld indeed had plenty of beauties, but he shrugged casually and responded.
"It was okay; I'm not particular about where I sleep."
This naturally unassuming statement made Shajina's smile grow richer.
While Shane was observing Shajina, Shajina herself was also observing Shane.
This overly young Human was a true Legendary warrior, and how he fared in the territory of her clan, and how he viewed her own clan, were of great importance to the entire Sand Scale Clan.
Although Shajina had not yet encountered a Legendary warrior, she knew well that in the Demon Realm, where the mighty are revered, angering a Legendary warrior could immediately bring about annihilation.
In the past, several clans had been wiped out due to the slight anger of a Legendary warrior.
Thus, encountering a Legendary warrior was both fortunate and dangerous for the Sand Scale Clan.
The fortunate aspect was, of course, that if they could win the favor of the other party and forge a relationship, it would be highly beneficial for a marginal and weak race like the Sand Scale Clan.
The unfortunate aspect was, if they failed to provide sufficient hospitality and upset the other party, then annihilation was not out of the realm of possibility.
If the other party could annihilate the imposing and marauding Horned Monster Clan's vanguard army with the flick of a wrist, erasing the entire Sand Scale Clan would indeed take just the blink of an eye.
Therefore, in the process of befriending Shane, Shajina was not without worry that a marginal and weak race like the Sand Scale Clan might have overlooked something in some aspects.
A Legendary warrior likely enjoyed excellent treatment on a regular basis.
After all, the Sand Scale Clan had limited resources, and if they could not satisfy Shane, what might happen was truly unimaginable.
Thanks to this, both Shajina and Sharyon had been extremely cautious with all the arrangements and hospitality of the previous day, fearing any chance of upsetting Shane.
In fact, last night Sharyon had even subtly suggested to Shajina that it might be best to accompany Shane back.
Secondly, unlike the majority of the Demon Clan races who have Human-like appearances, the folks of the Sand Scale Clan closely resemble her aesthetic preferences.
Third, as a group within the Enchanting Demon Territory, this community is more open-minded. Although it does not indulge in all kinds of indecency, it naturally does not shun using beauty to allure people.
No matter what, the Lord of this territory is an Enchanting Demon, unrivaled in beauty, and has seduced countless brave heroes to worship her. Thus, the people of the Enchanting Demon Territory are more accepting of this culture, which is also part of the reason.
All in all, Shajina had truly been moved.
But in the end, Shajina still gave up.
"The person came for the Enchanting Demon Lord. As an admirer of the Enchanting Demon Lord, they surely wouldn't fancy a woman of my caliber, better not to embarrass myself."
With this consideration, Shajina gave up.
If Shane were to know about this, he would probably flip the table, right?
"Do you have the courage to be moved, but not to act?"
Ah, spit, that was wrong.
"Who came for the Enchanting Demon? Who is the admirer of that Enchanting Demon?"
If Shane knew what Shajina was thinking, he would surely go crazy , wouldn't he?
In any case, whether it's Shajina or Sharyon, both are very concerned about Shane's view of the Sand Scale Clan and whether he is satisfied with how they are treated.
Fortunately, Shane is not like most Legendary warriors of the Demon Realm who are difficult to serve, prone to annihilate clans and are accustomed to using violence, full of hostility.
Instead, he is quite easygoing, without a trace of arrogance. For a Legendary warrior, he is exceptionally easy to get along with.
"If only he weren't an admirer of the Enchanting Demon Lord."
Shajina thought regretfully.
Shane, who was watching the Sand Scale people moving goods, suddenly felt a shiver down his spine, and for some reason his legs got even weaker.
"Is there another troublemaker plotting against me?"
Shane looked around, uncertain and wary.
At that moment, Shajina spoke up again.
"We are ready to depart at any time, my Lord, do you need more time to prepare?"
Shajina checked with Shane.
"No, no need," Shane naturally needed no further preparations and had no reason to linger here. In fact, considering his self-control, he wanted to leave this gentle land as soon as possible, thus he repeatedly said, "If you all are ready, then let's set out."
"Okay," Shajina nodded without any objection.
At the same time, Sharyon approached with a few warriors of the Sand Scale Clan.
"My Lord, please accept this modest gift."
Sharyon handed a hefty bag to Shane.
Upon a closer look, Shane's eyebrows shot up.
That bag was filled with gold coins.
"My Lord, as you head to the Enchanting Demon Domain, it's uncertain whether you will accomplish your goal. This is a small token from our Sand Scale Clan, hoping it might help you."
Sharyon was very humble.
"Really, there was no need."
Shane was somewhat amused yet frustrated.
It wasn't that he had never received gifts from others.
Since becoming a noble, driven by the power he represents, countless nobles had tried to forge relations with him, and the gifting never ceased, so Shane was used to it.
But direct money offering like Sharyon's was indeed a first for him.
It has to be said, the members of the Demon Clan are very straightforward.
"Compared to the favor you did by saving our Sand Scale Clan from the Horned Monster Clan, this is nothing," Sharyon said, not without regret: "If only it wouldn't interfere with your mission, many of our ladies would gladly offer themselves to serve by your side."
"Cough cough..." Shane almost choked.
Giving money was one thing, but offering beauties too?
Must they be so straightforward?
For a moment, Shane was almost tempted.
Fortunately, remembering the potential threats of jealousy at home, Shane corrected his stance.
"I will just take the money."
Shane quickly backed down.
Thus, under the watchful eyes of Sharyon and the Sand Scale folk, they mounted the Flying Series Demon animals led by Shajina.
Shane also leaped up, riding with Shajina.
Soon, the giant Flying Series Demon animals soared into the sky, heading toward the Enchanting Demon Domain.
Sharyon and the others watched this scene, still with some regrets.
"I really wanted to send a few maids to serve that noble."