Daimon looked at the light red skinned girl number 1, who now that he noticed seemed to be the older one among them, even then maybe due to being fed just the minimum necessary to not die and all the torture they had gone through, their complexions were skinny, but not enough to be unattractive, probably in preparation for the moment they decided to… give in.
He then took out a black paper from his inventory, unlike the others who were limited on the things they could bring to the magic ruin, he had all sort of useful items in his personal inventory.
"Unfortunately, I can't let you leave just like that, but you tried to save my life even if it wasn't needed, and I don't like to owe anything to anyone".
