"We'll continue later when Jas is with us, for now what will we be taking from that old bastard~", said the crazy girl as she let go of Daimon.
"Continue with what… you know what, I don't even want to know, also we won't be stealing but "claiming" instead", said Daimon as his sclerae painted pitch black.
Thanks to the Terror Contract he had with Rita, he didn't have to speak if he wanted her assistance, the undead head maid could feel when Daimon wanted something and she happily obliged
Of course, since Rita and Horals aren't slaves but Daimon's most trusted subordinates, he usually voiced his requests instead of silently ordering them, but that only applied to large commands, in this case, it was counterproductive to say out loud "share your senses with me".
So, he just thought about it and Rita shared her vision with him, Daimon couldn't help but be marveled at the extremely wide and detailed field of vision that the undead head maid had.
