Stray

Telaranea didn’t seem surprised. He didn’t panic at all as if he wasn’t about to encounter trouble. He even titled his neck and adjusted to a relatively comfortable posture.

“Good evening, Mr. Light.” His tone was polite. “How are you… No, I’m afraid it’s not appropriate to say that.” The demon’s smile became stronger.

Nemo stared at him coldly, without saying a word. He just stayed in the air, clinging to the front lapel of the demon’s red robe.

“How interesting. You know who I am.” Seeing that the other party didn’t want to speak, Telaranea said it on his behalf. “It seems that I completely misjudge your abilities. Mass curses, wiping memories, and even no need for spells. Beautiful. But you missed me. I’m guessing it’s not because of feelings for your compatriots?”

Then he frowned slightly. The smile on his face faded a little. The demon retracted his gaze from the raging gray mist around him and turned to Nemo’s expressionless face.

“I can’t contact the main body anymore,” Telaranea said softly. “What a refreshingly new situation.”

“I’m not stupid enough to let you delay time and spread more information,” Nemo finally spoke. “A pity.”

“Well, what do you want?” The demon curled his lips. “I assume you know what happened. If you just want to vent your anger, that’s enough just now. You should understand that human law and morality do not apply to us.”

“And not so long ago, your team ruined my valuable contract. Now, at best, we’re even.”