Lucy felt a bit offended by his words but stayed quiet. She wasn't in a position to speak—after all, she was the one being saved.
"Thank you," she bowed her head and turned around.
"Where do you think you're looking?!" Zagan spat out, launching a number high-speed wind bullet.
This attack was hard to dodge, even for a Demon King, but Asher saw it long before it came, thanks to the puppet's wide peripheral vision.
With a slight tilt of his head, he evaded the first one, then the next, barely moving. The bullets couldn't touch him, and his body seemed to anticipate each attack.
Another bullet came at him, but he leaned back, effortlessly tilting his body.
"Too slow," he muttered, his voice calm, almost bored, those attacks were just a minor inconvenience.
Zagan's eyes narrowed. He might be arrogant, but he knew when to take things seriously.
There was no doubt that the person before him was a Demon King in terms of power.
