Damon crossed his arms as he gazed at Belphegor sitting in his bed. "Cut to the chase, Belp. Why are you here?"
"Ah, young lad. Your speech has always carried the weight of an old soul trapped in a young body. I can't help but wonder about your true age," Belphegor remarked, playfully taunting Damon with a smirk.
"It's three in the morning, Belp. I just want to get some sleep. So, if there's an issue with the Holy Flute Ar Avel, let me know," Damon declared, arms still crossed. The memory of when he couldn't locate Belphegor on his map lingered in his mind.
Belphegor chuckled. "The Holy Flute is in perfect condition. However, I have something in mind and thought you might want to join me~" he said playfully.
"What's that?" Damon inquired with curiosity.
Belphegor giggled mysteriously. "Well, now that we've completed awakening the Holy Flute, we don't really have any other pressing matters to attend to..."
