Chapitre 112: The Bloody Estrus Scent

What is that? Behold, that's the scent of someone who's jealous!

As much as Magnus tried to display a cold façade, the silver-haired man who was sensitive to his rivals' emotions was still able to perceive his jealousy.

Unbeknownst to the group, the soil near the gingko trees' roots moved, and something hairy and red in color drilled into the surface.

Dante twisted the cap of the plastic gallon and dumped it on the spot with the menstrual bloodstains while howling in laughter. "I can't believe you still have the cheek to act domineering in front of me when you didn't even score anything. What did you do all that time when you hid her away? You're even worse than the little brat. Despite his memory loss, he still managed to graze the pasture, but you…hey!"