Demonfire Midir chuckled softly and said nothing.
Angel quietly watched Demonfire Midir's eyes, as though he had understood something. "Just as I thought."
Demonfire Midir fell silent for a moment. "Its existence..."
After pausing, Demonfire Midir suddenly could not find the words to describe it.
Only after a long while did Demonfire Midir say, "Although I don't know what it is, the feeling it gives me is even purer than the flames brought by the Voice of the World. Since it has acknowledged you, I believe Mr. Pat will not be an enemy of fire."
Demonfire Midir's words left Dangros utterly bewildered. "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand a single word?"
Unfortunately, no one paid Dangros any heed.
Demonfire Midir pondered for a moment. "Forgive my presumption, but I truly wish to know—what kind of power is it, exactly?"
Angel said, "Does Your Highness mean the one outside, or the one inside?"
With a slightly urgent tone, Demonfire Midir said, "Both."
Following Demonfire Midir's gaze, Angel touched his left earlobe.
There had originally been nothing unusual about his earlobe, but when his hand touched it, a concealed illusionary ripple dissipated, revealing a blazing Flame Mark.
Amid the elemental tide, the Flame Mark continuously glowed red, as though yearning for something.
"That's it!" Demonfire Midir's eyes lit up. It had been the ripple from this Flame Mark that had immediately allowed it to determine that Angel was not a spy. Moreover, that flame ripple was even purer than its own fire.
It could not help stepping forward, seemingly wanting to inspect the Flame Mark from up close.
However, just as Demonfire Midir extended its perception toward the Flame Mark, a dangerous intuition rose in its mind.
It could not be probed! It could not be peered into!
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