A strange group walked along the path within a forest. A demon without horns, a large white wolf and a little demon girl.
Naturally, it was Amari and co.
It had been a bit over four years since he first reincarnated into this world. In that time, several things, good and bad, happened to him. His goal hadn't changed. No matter what happens, he will forever be the same person with the same dreams and aspirations.
"What should we eat today, Sitri?" he asked.
The little girl sat atop Belat's back and while she didn't seem to openly display it, she enjoyed the top of his back more than anything.
Small dimples formed on her cheeks, but her eyes struggled to remain as non-responsive as they consistently were.
Amari smiled at her best attempts to reign in her excitement. A little girl was a little girl quite obviously.
"Anything," she responded, burying her face in Belat's fur.
"I can work with that."
