Chapter 189: Chaoter 189
I crouched next to Kulmonari’s dead corpse and ran a finger over the blood seeping out of the wound, then brought it to my face and sniffed it.
It smelled like regular blood.
The room had the odor of piss, sweat and a bit of feces from Zalan’s last moments, the various perfumes from the Rulers around me, the various metals that the Royal Guard armor and weapons were made of, the stone the room was built with, and the multitude of degrees in which E’er was rearranged to form enchantments.
There was no hint of the particular mixture that is the smell of Demonic blood coming from my finger. It smelled like something that inexplicably belonged to this world, unlike Nerissa’s.
While the Demon’s blood was quite fetid and undeniably stimulating to me due to my personal experiences, it was something that felt distinctly alien. It clearly didn’t belong in Galeia. My instincts told me so and I wholeheartedly agreed.
Still, a lot of questions popped in my mind.
"Here, Your Excellency," Hanna spoke, reaching down to me and offering a handkerchief.
I took it and cleaned my finger while standing up. "Thank you," I told her and returned the cloth.
The Rulers wore thoughtful expressions, humming every once in a while and nodding to themselves.
"I have a question," I began and changed my clothes back to my suit.
Those present turned to me.
I looked at the dead Changelings and squinted my eyes. "In regards to the natural order, where does me killing sentient people stand? And by extension... eating sentient people?"