"What did you learn from your fight against a ranked-devil?" It was during his visit at the Tower when William heard the question from Lamb.
He was currently wandering through the forest, having bought what he was searching for. Leaves shifted under his boots with a dry crunch, and faint motes of dust rose each time he stepped.
He didn't think much before responding, "Hmm...that I can't lose my shit over a few failed spells and watch everything with close precision in order to exploit even the minimal of opportunity."
Lamb remained silent for a moment. His expression didn't tell as much as usual. The creature always wore an emotionless mask on his face that made it almost impossible to judge what exactly he felt when William said something.
A faint breeze passed through, yet the air around Lamb felt oddly still, like it refused to move in his presence.
