A bit far away from the shelter, the crimson-haired demoness rested her elbow over the window hand and placed her cheek over the palm, staring at the scene with a faint smile.
"What an interesting lad! The way he carried himself was quite phenomenal, but..."
Her smile became grave, and her eyes became solemn. "I hope you are on the side of the world, not on the side belonging to creatures beyond the void of the abyss."
"It seems you successfully managed to take care of things but can't do anything about that habit of yours."
Morgana looked back and saw a demonic priest smiling at her. She reacted immediately, as she hadn't sensed the demon's presence, which alerted her. But as she looked at those glowing eyes, figuring it out, she sneered.
"Why? Don't you believe in my strength?"
The Priest chuckled a bit and then looked up. "I believe in your strength, but what can I do if you are a bit naive?"
"What?" Morgana asked with a frown.
