For a while, the Archduke didn't let go of his gaze on the demon. He wanted to see if there would be any changes to the expression on its countenance, but Saleos remained the same, petrified on its feet.
"What is that demon doing? I thought it was trying to investigate?" Barachiel grumbled, confused about how the demon was acting. "Shouldn't we be in a hurry? Didn't it say that three individuals suddenly disappeared? The ones in the demon realm?"
Since his mind was slowly being filled with questions that we wanted to be answered right away, Barachiel decided to approach the demon. Every single one of his steps was heavy, as if he was wearing boots with soles made out of thick maple wood.
"Seriously, those might be the Rounds who was dragged in the demon realm. This demon needs to work faster." Barachiel hadn't ceased uttering his complaints. Even his eyebrows were now deeply furrowed.
