Chapter 218 (1): It Is What It Is. Let’s Eat First!
“Oh no, Wayne’s eaten!”
From the back of the flying giant eagle, Veronica was at a great vantage point to see the scumbag swallowed by the giant fly. White scales emerged from her arms and face, and she jumped to go to his rescue.
Auston reached out and grabbed her collar, lifting her back to her seat.
She was visibly shocked. She never knew that her father was so physically strong. The two bastards were both keeping secrets!
“Don’t worry about him. The fly is only Gluttony’s vessel in the human world rather than the actual demon lord. It may not be the one eaten in this case,” Auston said without a hint of nervousness. When he noted how anxious his daughter was, he grew envious.
“You and I are still able to defend against the divine power radiating from the vessels rather than falling under the influence of their desires, which means that his thoughts remain, and he’s only pretending to be eaten.”
Veronica frowned slightly. “Why are his thoughts capable of neutralizing the demon lords’ vessels, even influencing me... and you?”
She hadn’t been reading Wayne’s diary for nothing. She trusted that Wayne would protect her, but definitely not Auston, which meant that Auston had managed to shield himself from the temptation of the vessels on his own.
Somehow, she had a feeling that the two generations of scumbags were each able to make quick work of the demons, and they were only chased around because they were wary of each other, not wanting to show their trump cards first.
One plus one equaled zero. As expected of two men from the Lando family, they weren’t dependable at all.
Auston knew Silvia well, which meant he also knew Veronica quite well. He could tell from her expression what she was thinking, so he went against his instinct and talked Trash Jr. up, “I’m not testing Wayne, and he’s not testing me, either. We’re only holding back because another enemy remains in hiding. Compared to the vessels, the person knows the Lando family better and poses a greater threat.”
A trump card had to remain concealed since the mystery was what intimidated people; once the mystery was lost, it would no longer be a hidden ace.