Stray

Nemo’s movements stopped instantly. If he was honest, this thing in his hand was scary enough. The hollow structure was like a dead vine and at the top of the staff in that the bone ball was floating on now seemed to have…

“Isn’t there suppose to be a luminous crystal ball here?” Nemo poked the floating bone ball as he said bitterly. “The top of this staff is a bit…”

“That’s because I removed the lampshade.” Ann face was full of pride and satisfaction. “You don’t need a staff and a real staff isn’t cheap. It’s a waste to buy one only to disassemble it.”

“It doesn’t look bad,” Jesse commented impartially, “and it’s very suitable for you.”

Nemo leaned into his sturdy metal staff. As the metal hit the stone surface it made a dull thump. Now he only had one wish… He hoped that the black was the original color of this metal. If the paint falls off when he’s casting a spell, it would be too inexplicable.

He was unaccustomed to holding a staff so he tried to make his walking posture while holding a staff not too strange. When Nemo raised his head, he bumped into Oliver’s line of sight. Oliver looked at him very solemnly with those emerald eyes, just like when they first met.

“What?” Nemo widened his eyes. “Do I look like a demon warlock? If I didn’t have this black badge, the effect would probably look better…”

“No.” Oliver shook his head. “I think it suits you very well.” Nemo now showed a bit of edge to him, and his temperament was closer to the state he was in when he defeated Witherspoon that night. The previous linen robe was neat but ordinary and his short ponytail had hidden his sharpness. Now that it was unsheathed, the shuddering aura vaguely appeared again.

They weren’t currently on the streets right now so Nemo hadn’t shown his “deformation” yet. When he really reveals it, if he maintained his demon’s pupils, the aura would be more obvious.