They were waiting for their turn to get checked out by the healer.
Peter didn't know exactly why there were so many people in the praxis with them, but he knew one thing: most of them looked as if they were going to die soon.
He just got stomach aches from time to time.
He looked at Asmodeos, who smiled reassuringly at him.
Peter could still not believe that Asmodeos was with him now, that they had become one.
As briefly as that had been, if one could call something that had lasted about five hours brief.
Peter blushed at his own thoughts.
He wanted for Asmodeos to be happy. He wanted for Asmodeos to be with him forever.
But Asmodeos was a Dark Lord. Peter was still trying to work out whether he wanted to be a hero or not.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Asmodeos reached out and took a hold of Peter's hand.
