Stray

Delia was crying sadly, while her mother’s sister, Andrea, who came back from the dead, patted her on the back and whispered to her, seemingly comforting the young princess, but as soon as she whispered a few words, her freshly baked knight pressed her shoulder and then shook his head.

“What did you mean just now, Salter?”

After the army controlled the scene and the three of them left the dense crowd, Ann asked a little wearily.

She habitually wanted to explain to Oliver and the others where to meet but was quickly stopped by Marshal Gallagher.

As a veteran warrior, Ann undoubtedly gave her new comrade-in-arms a considerable degree of trust. She said a brief greeting knowingly, leaving Oliver motionless, and then terminated the communication.

“You’d better not meet with Tumbleweed for the time being.” Marshal Gallagher stiffened his face.

“Reason.”

“This thing is a demon, but its aura and magic fluctuations aren’t strong,” Gallagher pointed at Cat Whiskers that crawled back to the little princess’ hair accessories and was happily circling it, “but Mr. Light himself is too powerful. His spells are likely to leave traces of abyssal magic that can be traced.”

“I know your concerns,” Ann frowned and thought for a while, “but I think Nemo should have a way—”