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... ts that transformed into abyss demons.

Unlike other demon kings who were thrown into Ancita continent to search for information about the protagonist group, these two children mostly stayed in Winter Forest.

Even though they learned transformation magic, their lives were not much different from ordinary abyssal demons.

Since these two children could transform into human form, Yumo selfishly hoped that they could give up their daily routine of eating raw meat and blood and ...

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