(Inside room 47)
Simon was sitting cross legged on his bed while Akaza was sitting on the chair with his arms crossed.
A bunch of demonic scripts were in front of him, and Simon was going through it.
'After collecting the merits from the remaining four kids, paying the slaves, giving Akaza his share, and buying those tools we used in the battle, I still have about thirteen thousand merits left.'
'Not bad, but still not enough. I'll most likely need a lot of money very soon.'
Simon's sky blue eyes flashed with a calculating glint, and with a thought, the demonic scripts vanished.
He looked at Akaza who was staring intently at him.
He tilted his head slightly. "Is there a bug on my mask?"
Akaza blinked, then he looked into Simon's eyes.
"No. But I wish you were a bug so that I could kill you with a slap."
Simon could not help but laugh softly.
"Unfortunately for you, that day will never come."
Akaza's eyes flashed with an unknown glint.
