Ah, speaking of which, this devil is completely a imprisoned criminal.
Margaret thought to herself, feeling a slight relief from the pressure.
Looking down at the devil, she saw no response but a vacant stare. After a moment of silence, she spoke again.
"Take it off."
The voice resounded directly in Margaret's mind, making her dizzy.
Damn it...
Margaret resisted the urge to vomit, walked over and plucked the swaying little white flower. She wasn't sure if this was what Saint Sebastian wanted, but she removed the flower and walked back, accidentally brushing against its finger in the process.
The devil lowered its eyelashes, expressionless. The only sound was the slight clinking of the chains hanging in the air.
"Do you care about your mount?"
