Chương 565: The Black King's Power Grows: A Journey to the Underworld

"Good, you came. The girls have been getting skittish over the last 24 hours, and it seems that their Black King is getting restless, and it is having an effect on all the Demons, according to the girls," Morgana explained. She was wearing a black gothic dress with a hood, and the pale white skin of her face was illuminated by the blue light of the portal. The three girls were huddled together behind her, clearly scared at whatever was going on in their world.

"Funny, I was just talking about him. Girls, come through," I said, waving for the girls to come forward. "I will bring them back after I find out what is going on."

Morgana nodded, seeming to be relieved, and the Demon girls came running to me.

Grimora, my Sex Slave Demon, was the first to get to me and buried her face into my chest as the other two rougher Demons, Vaalbara And Mephistia, came after and hugged me tightly as well. Grimora, I understood, but the other two should not be acting like this.