Stray

The black shaggy horse, almost submerged by the night, looked at Oliver deeply, and Oliver looked back at it deeply— Nemo had just stepped out of the rift in space with one foot, and what he saw was such a scene.

Something felt off. Nemo clenched the small cloth bag in his hand and became alert in an instant. He didn’t remember the last time Oliver had showed such an expression.

The great Demon King opened his senses very cautiously but didn’t find knives on waists or any other threat that was staring at them in the dark.

“How’d it go?” Oliver said nervously.

“According to Delia, someone checks the storage room every day. I couldn’t destroy them directly, but I casted a spell to tamper with them. Those bone jade bombs won’t blow up, don’t worry— Given more time, I might be able to find a way to de-weaponize them and turn them back into pure energy.”

Knowing that there wouldn’t be a problem with his perception, Nemo couldn’t help but stetched his neck to confirm whether Oliver was hiding from some unknown creature behind him.

“Well done.” Oliver responded quickly, pushing the approaching horse’s face aside.

“How about you?” Nemo leaned forward and kissed the other cheek briskly.

“I found a little information.” Oliver cleared his throat. After the kiss, he seemed to be a little relieved from the unknown tension. “About my dad.”