The girl did not react at all to this. She merely looked at the young man and asked apathetically, “Why must we be friends?”

“Because I’m the type you like.” The young man revealed a radiant smile as a faint pattern flashed on his forehead.

The young girl’s eyes widened in surprise. “Y-You’re…”

The young man seemed to have no intention of hiding his identity. “Correct, I’m a demonkin.”

The young girl looked curious. “How can a demonkin come here? Isn’t it said that coming here is like entering a furnace for your race?”

“There are always some thick-skinned people.” The young man revealed his white teeth.

“You don’t look like it, though.”

“You can’t judge a book by its cover.”

The young girl came to a sudden realization. “Does that mean you look good, but you’re actually evil and dangerous inside?”

The demonkin almost stumbled into the bonfire. Not knowing whether to laugh or to cry, he said while pointing to his chest, “I’m not that kind of person! I always speak my mind, I never lie.”

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