In the barren lands around the outskirts of one of the Great Western Empire's border cities, the 'Strongest Human' Rathal and the 'Tenth Finger' of the demonic hand stood opposite each other in silence.
"You know, you guys' plans wouldn't have drawn much of my attention and I may have not decided to follow you up."
The man's voice rang out, breaking the silence and startling the tenth finger whose hand was slowly inching closer to the spare magic pouch at the back of her dress.
"But your presence here, changed the whole game plan.
It meant that whatever you were planning, it was important enough for one of your organization's executives to personally oversee it."
He turned his golden eyes towards the elven woman as he dropped the magic pouch in his hands back on the floor.
"And now that I found out about it, I actually.... don't care."
"Huh?"
[What?]
The tenth finger and her contracted demon could not help but let out voices of surprise upon hearing Rathal's words.
