Julian was sweating hard after all the sword training he had just done. He was already on the level of a sword god, in terms of technique, but his body was still that of a teenager's. He needed to train hard to get the perfect physique he had back in Helhiem.
[Author's Note: I'll be referring to the other world Julian came from as Helhiem, meaning 'Hell' in Norse mythology. Or at least I think that's what it means.]
One singular thought kept on ringing in his mind like a loud church bell.
'Bloody Witch... Hier of the Bloody Witch... Evangeline... Demon? If so... Very bad...', a seemingly random string of thought.
Julian just couldn't shake off the feeling of suspicion he had towards Evangeline. He wouldn't hesitate to cut her down if he ever found out that she was actually a demon that killed humans.
The problem was...
