When Orucia mentioned Binaqiongsi, Fafnir's expression changed instantly.
After that, her conversation with Orucia switched from Abyssal to Ancient Demon Tongue.
Clearly, Fafnir did not want Angel to know what they were discussing.
Sitting between them, Angel could not understand their words, but he could read their expressions. Fafnir's face held both resentment and nostalgia, while Orucia carried a faint, almost imperceptible sorrow.
The exchange between the Abyss Wind Dragon and the demon god's descendant also gave Angel time to collect himself.
Though the halo of a demon god's descendant was dazzling, Angel had no designs on Orucia's bloodline. Moreover, Orucia and Fafnir's conversation had settled down, making a conflict between them unlikely. With Fafnir protecting him, his safety should be assured.
Under those circumstances, Angel finally regained control over his emotions.
Their conversation ultimately ended with a sigh from Orucia. As for what that sigh meant, Angel had no idea.
"Let us not speak of the past. Orucia, you still have not answered me. What are you doing here? Did you come merely to frighten this human?" Fafnir switched back to Abyssal, her eyes searching.
Orucia crossed his porcelain-white, slender hands. The squinting eyes on his mask glanced at Angel. "I originally came here for only two reasons. First, I wished to learn how Binaqiongsi has been doing. After all, she is my benefactor. Second, I have a younger one I cherish dearly. It is deeply enamored with this shop's Experience Journey, which made me curious as to what this Experience Journey was. So I came."
A younger one he cherished dearly? Angel immediately thought of a mischievous brat.
"You mean that Young Fire Demon?" Fafnir spoke. Clearly, she had thought of the same thing as Angel.
"That is correct." Orucia glanced toward the window. In the pitch-black forest