Chapitre 317: Carrying Her Own Daughter

"I can't." Sagan would smile at him if they could see each other's faces, but there was a feeling that washed over Noah. The sting of bitterness and delirious laughing made him pause before sighing. Noah knew this would happen, or else Belphegor wouldn't mind sharing these 'secrets' of the sloth demons.

In the end, Noah had to give up for now. "Let me hear it when you're ready. I just want to understand things… that will happen when it's my turn. I won't live forever, and I know that. A little guidance should be enough."

Sagan answered after a while, "The process can only be as quick as your transcendence since you went through it in a flash, Little Master. However, I doubt Lord Master will let you turn into a demon easily. It's easier for sloth witches to propagate the needed sin than us, sloth demons. You even successfully corrupted two people already. Your cycle might only be ten years, but you can always extend that."