"The enemy cast a spell just before doing, and turned into dust instead of leaving behind a corpse." Solomon repeated to Eiro once more, and the Demon slowly nodded his head as he sat there on the couch in the King's study.
"Right... Erm... What happened to the dust again? Did it mix in with the storm outside?" Eiro asked the man next to him, who quickly nodded his head with his eyes slightly widened, "Yes, exactly! That's what you said happened! Do you have an idea what that might mean?" The King asked, excited that they finally seemed to be making some progress.
But in the end, Eiro wasn't entirely sure just yet, "I think... the enemy might have cast a spell that mixed into the storm? Can we verify if others outside of this direct storm forgot about me?" The Demon asked as he looked at Solomon, while he already forgot about the conclusion that he himself just got to.
