"If it isn't going to happen in July, then when is it going to happen?"
[Next Month.]
"What?!"
Laurene exclaimed in surprise upon hearing Evan's reply. She remembered the scale of the attack that Evan had described in his letter and didn't think that a few weeks was enough to prepare to resist such an attack at all.
[The Demonic Hand's plans have been moved up by a few months. And I know this because I just tortured out this information from a member of the demonic hand.]
As he spoke, he grabbed the collar of a body and held it up, allowing the magic projector to capture the full appearance of the half-corpse with blood and a half-detached lung still spilling out of it.
The expression on the face of the corpse showed just how much pain and fear the owner of the said corpse had felt before his death.
['Evan, that's not his body. That's his dead contracted demon's corpse.'
Oh? Wrong Body.]
