It was a demon. The man wasn't a high demon but he was not weaker either for a lesser demon. Esther watched the man's face, trying to figure who he was only to come up with nothing.
"You are, Miss Welyn's father?" Esther was the one to ask. In such a tense moment, no one but her could ask and she had took the opportunity to do so.
The man's eyes peered down to her dangerously and Beelzebub returned his glare hatefully. "You have the wrong person."
"No. I know I have the right person. You are Beelzebub, that boy who my daughter had saved and who you had taken advantage of her kindness in order to use her!"
Beelzebub frowned, "And who told you that?"
The demon's eyes fell on the demoness who had remained silence. To this Beelzebub's widened his gaze, "You—"
The demoness's face remained silent. She closed her eyes, remembering the time when she was still asleep. There were many who called to her name, trying to summon her for their needs.
