Chapter 227: Harvest Festival (3)
As someone who had just explained how dangerous the Devils were, I knew best of the danger behind what I was trying to do. Considering that the other party was none other than the White Devil, the one who’d always cause troubles recklessly, the danger was considerably higher than normal.
[...What is this…?]
The White Devil grabbed the dog collar on her neck with both her hands with a dumbfounded look.
Her expression suggested that she failed to understand what had been done to her. But, before she could get angry or something…
“Umph.”
While taking advantage of her unguarded state, I hung a ‘leash’ on the hook that protruded from the choker.
Well, I called it a leash, but this thing was made of an alloy of starsteel and ectoplasm that Professor Vulkan made while screaming.
In other words, this thing was strong enough that it wouldn’t break right away even if it came into contact with the Devils directly.
After that, I pulled it…