"…my protege, are you actually a seventeen year old child, or some reincarnated demon pretending to be one?"
As he entered his room, Demorian materialized before Zephyrion, staring at him with eyes filled with disbelief. It was expected, especially after what Zephyrion had just done.
Zephyrion merely walked past him with a slight frown.
"…what are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about?!" Demorian stared at him like his entire worldview had just shattered.
"Boy, are you seriously asking me that right now? My brain has been marinating inside that rod for centuries and even I know seventeen year olds aren't supposed to be that terrifying! To think that was why you asked about her children!"
Demorian had witnessed the entire scene with utter shock. The precision at which Zephyrion had controlled the situation…
He had lived for more than a century during his prime, yet never had he seen a child so terrifying.
Zephyrion cast the hovering ghost a glance.
