"You're still here.." Gates said seemingly without much meaning to his words.
"You would prefer I left?" Quincy asked, a slight tilt to her head without much change to her facial expression.
"I would prefer, not to continue this conversation. Did anything happen with my absence?" Gates asked, Rosalia had now the time to look clearly at whom Amon was talking to, seeing the silver white hair, she knew whom it was but not why this person was here.
Yusuf couldn't even bother to explain nor try to, his entire interest right now was to go rest. Young master Amon had made it look easy but it wasn't...the pressure alone exerted by the Arch-demon when summoning that sword alone was enough to send some weaker lives to the river styx.
Looking down at Laila whom hugged his waist, he knew that this was close and he could've died today. However, that's not something he wants to put to his thoughts...
