"…"
Krune felt a headache as he watched the figures of Wrister and Flita tremble like broken leaves caught under a storm. They were currently hidden behind him like a broken recorder, their expression pale, their eyes trembling like a drug addict, and their minds broken down.
The cause was the Red Demon that was before them at the moment, prostrating on the floor in a subservient expression. From the moment it appeared, it didn't speak anything, silently landing on the ground before assuming its prostrating pose.
It had arrived all of a sudden in the middle of the night that none of them were able to do anything, shocked. As for Krune, even though he was shocked at the start, after feeling a similar presence on the Red Demon, he was no longer afraid of it.
