Amidst the scorching hot magma, a petite figure slowly emerged and floated on the verge of the solidifying magma pool.
This was the true form of the Demon prisoner, while that Magma Giant was nothing more than a creation, an embodiment she forcibly controlled from the lava.
In stark contrast to her previous terrifying and ferocious guise, she had short, pink hair, and if one discounts the demon's horns and wings, her girlish appearance seemed quite innocent and harmless.
It was impossible for anyone to associate the previous frantic image of the crazed stone thrower with this cute and naive sleeping face.
Moreover... she was really small!
"This Miss Demon is really quite small indeed."
Ah, Herbert meant her height.
From a rough estimate, she was just a little over 1.5 meters tall.
Having gotten used to seeing all sorts of fierce older sisters, it was unexpectedly refreshing for Herbert to see a petite Monster Girl.
Such a big contrast!
"No."
