"...How did you manage it?"
Kneeling before Yulia after checking her condition and confirming that she indeed had recovered and the Phantom Demon had vanished, Oswald asked in a hushed voice, filled with astonishment, "This is nothing short of a miracle."
"I think everyone has their little secrets, don't they?"
Sitting in his wheelchair, Aiwass chuckled from behind Oswald.
Oswald, having lived in the human world for at least five hundred years, was hard to deceive.
It was better to be straightforward and simply say "I don't want to tell you." After all, the message conveyed was the same, and this way, it seemed friendlier.
Surprisingly, Oswald was quite satisfied with Aiwass's response.
The old elf rose to his feet, hands clasped behind his back. A rigid yet sincere smile crept over his face, worn like that of an ancient tree.
He looked much like a wolf splitting its jaws to smile.
"Of course, Mr. Aiwass. Everyone is entitled to their secrets."
