The shriek of the six-headed dragon seemed to be an ordinary melody for the people of Megalima, who took refuge on the cliffs.
Iris patted Morgan's arm that was holding her. She wasn't that weak to have to be protected by these two.
"I'm fine, Morgan."
Morgan turned his head. He sighed, and there was a trace of unwillingness on his face, his hand moving from Iris' waist.
"He's getting stronger." Thomas landed and glanced at Morgan disapprovingly. "We have to do something."
Iris conjured even more magic roots and ensnared the Hydra. She swore she would finish Miguel with her own hands.
"Go," continued Thomas again. He rolled up his white shirt and glanced at Morgan. "Take Iris to the cliff, I can kill him myself."
"Tsk!"
Morgan chuckled and glared at Thomas. Since when did this boy become someone who ordered him around?
So what is being alone?
Did he think Morgan couldn't handle it just because he wasn't a Devil?
