Creak, creak.
Anko was stepping on the creaking floorboards.
Wooden boards that had been stored for too long often had this problem, but in Priceless... Anko couldn't blame it too much.
"Where is the Demon Lord now?"
She lightly tapped the shoulder of a little imp maid who was cleaning the new room, but the next second... the huge sound and the gust of wind rushing towards her face told her the answer.
"...Sigh."
Looking at the huge figure rushing towards the sky, Anko sighed.
It wasn't that she was dissatisfied with this... Even she herself didn't know when sighing had become a habit of hers.
It seemed to be learned from Mr. Lister.
Anko shook her head again.
As Lister had said before, they didn't come here to play... Now Anko had a lot of things to report to Priscilla and wait for her to decide, but...
Listen to her cheerful voice, now is not the time.
