Be ruthless with himself,
dare to kill...
Even if a bit older... well, age was not a problem, Karen believed that if it came to physical stamina, he would definitely not be a match for Dis.
So, the existence of his Grandpa had already surpassed the gangsters outside.
But,
that cat...
"Perhaps, this is a cat with a magic touch."
Karen looked down at his feet, only to find that Poll didn't follow him out.
"Go take a bath and sleep."
...
"Are you crazy? You're letting the noble me play the detective game with a child! Dis, what on earth are you thinking?"
Strutting its cat steps, Poll didn't appear on the desk this time but leaned against the wall, keeping a considerable distance.
"I asked you to watch him, as you said, he is a Demon."
Hearing this, Poll,
tilted its face,
and asked,
"Then why not simply kill him?"
Dis's gaze shifted to Poll in the corner.
"Hiss..."
