'A human is with a demon... How?' Sinclair thought.
Amazement and shock could be seen written on her face. She slowly stood up and faced the silver-haired man, fidgeting with black dice between his fingers.
"Who are you? Why is a demon acting pretty close with humans? State your reasons!" She bombarded Zeno with questions while pointing her blade into him.
Her deep resentment towards the demon race couldn't accept this reality.
With a smile at the corner of his lips, Zeno answered while walking closer. "Just traveling companions, nothing more, nothing less."
The next second, his gaze roamed around them.
"You made quite a mess," he said.
"I'm pretty sure you're aware that these people are one of your kind," Sinclair replied.
"Indeed, there's a few traces of demonic presence left on their bodies; however, they were humans to begin with, corrupted to be exact," Zeno said upon reaching a few inches away from the blade pointed at him.
