Stray

Even so, the two of them didn’t know where to run; Oliver was still injured. Instead of returning to the depths of the forest, defenseless, to face unknown monsters, they might as well face a known race of the same kind as them. Since the other party had ways to find them it was little use to slowly try and change places.

“Teach me a few more spells, Bagelmaurus. Just defensive ones.” Nemo stood up and threw the sheepskin roll to Oliver. “Even if you’re not a superior demon, you can at least do that.”

“Defensive?” Putting aside the identity issue that he was too lazy to refute, the grey parrot was still dissatisfied with his disobedient contractor. “You might as well just hug that woman’s thigh* and beg for mercy.”

*(抱大腿) Trying to take advantage of other people to gain benefits, especially the weak taking the initiative to take advantage of the strong.

“She’ll find us sooner or later unless we escape back to the forest. Oliver can’t fight right now and you’re of little use.” Nemo’s tone was firm. “Do I have any other options?”

“Useless? I have recovered a little bit now. If I try my best, I can kill with a single shot,” the gray parrot tut loudly, “But you see, everyone has to leave a way for themselves, right? After all, you two are useless so I have to save this power until you can’t—”

“Spells.” Nemo insisted.

“Consider offensive spells. I promise the woman will survive. Although I don’t want to admit it, if you die now, I’ll have a headache.”

“Defensive spells,” Nemo continued to insist. “If you teach something else without telling me, don’t expect us to believe you again.”