The demon managed to escape from Messai's field of vision.
In this street filled with people, trying to pursue a petite little girl was not an easy task.
Moreover, the templars would always do things openly. Because of that, they were truly amateurs in tailing people.
"The shackles failed? From the aura emitted by that demon, she shouldn't possess the power enough to rid the shackles."
Messai was rapidly walking on the street. Even though that demon had escaped from her field of vision, she could still attempt to find it using her innate sensitivity toward demons.
That sensity that she was born with, her sixth sense for demons, was Messai's strongest weapon. Messai was completely confident in her 'third eye.'
"Lady Messai, it seemed like someone had helped that demon."
The radiance of the adjutant's staff had grown much dimmer. He was the one who utilized that restrictive magic from a long distance.
