Stray

The corpses of demons that have been silted up at the bottom of the Abyss for many years were missing. The air underground was cold and dry, and it smelled like snow that had been frozen for a long time near the roots of trees.

The white behemoth drew a track of faint light in the darkness. Jesse sprinted quickly by spells, his paws occasionally stomping on the skulls of demons fluttering in the air, changing direction sharply.

Considering that it took more time to prepare in advance, it was too unnatural for the three of them to disappear together. Taking advantage of the play performed by Bagelmaurus, they left the expeditionary forces to engage with fighting a “demon” in advance, then Adrian and Jesse headed in the direction of Nemo Light.

It was different from the weak appearance when guarding the reconnaissance team two years ago. Adrian’s fingertips plunged into the hot white fur. Skimming the soft fleece close to the skin, he could feel Jesse’s undulating breath, and the vitality that flourished beneath the skin.

It seemed that Jesse was in excellent physical condition, and Adrian breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling the touch of the person behind him, the behemoth turned his head and licked the fur next to his mouth. “Adri, we’re working right now. If you touch me like this, I can’t help but slow down—”

Adrian glanced at the smoke and dust exploding in the distance, skillfully ignoring the other party’s meaningful subtext. “Mr. Ramon should have left.”

“Mm-hmm, I can feel his aura.”

Jesse twisted his head straight, his claws crushed a huge floating skull, and the bone fragments splattered with the illuminating liquid contained in it. By using this as a springboard, his speed became a little faster.