Stray

As the strongest species of intermediate demons, Midnight Walker, were not much inferior to humans in terms of intelligence. Seeing that their companion was easily defeated and flew into the distance like a rag in the wind, the demons didn’t hesitate and ran away— Without delay, faster than a rabbit with its tail on fire.

Nemo put away the dark shadow. He chose to stand silently against the wind, facing the endless darkness, rather than turning his head to face the suffocating embarrassment. He decided to throw the difficult task of explaining to the sociable Oliver, leaving only an inscrutable back to everyone.

Thanks to Nemo’s abyssal magic, there was not a single beast in the vicinity. The early morning sky turned slightly cyan, and the original scattered stars were becoming sparse as dawn approached.

Oliver put away his sword skillfully and coughed. Then he took a deep breath, trying to make himself look serious, but when his gaze swept onto the expressionless Leonard’s face, his whole demeanor quickly deflated again. While Oliver had dealt with all kinds of difficult guests when he worked in the hotel, he had no experience in this special situation.

At least those guests wouldn’t praise him to the sky before they trouble him.

He was embarrassed enough that his eyelids were twitching. At this moment, he couldn’t stand well. He looked at Nemo, who was looking for the scenery rigidly in the distance. Oliver realized that he couldn’t escape this disaster after all.

“Ask. There is a safe place ahead, we’ll talk as we walk,” he whispered, taking a little shaky step.

He didn’t even have the courage to say, “We’re not suspicious people.” From the perspective of outsiders, there probably were one of the most suspicious people in the world right now. Instead of racking his brain to think of a less explosive opening statement he decided to delicately throw the problem to back.

The students followed mechanically, but no one said a word.