"How can I trust you?" Richard asked with evident contempt.
If doubt and suspicion had a scent, the room would reek of it, and both Richard and his close aide, Kennedy, would have perished from the stench. There were three individuals in the tent: two humans and one demon. The first human was, of course, Richard, while the second was his close aide, Kennedy, who looked like a young man in his twenties, with glasses that gave him an intelligent appearance. The man had tanned skin and bright green hair, as well as sparkling blue eyes.
"Demon... what's your name?" the aide asked, adjusting his glasses. "Oh, to maintain politeness, my name is Kennedy. You can simply call me Sir Ken if you prefer."
