Fuck me...
Lake looked at Hellboy with a strange expression. He could not put it into words, but he was certain that even a half-demon should not be like this.
No.
No normal person would be like this.
But.
Lake shrugged indifferently. "Of course you can. However, if you want to become an angel, you should know that you'll lose your powers."
Hellboy was even more indifferent. "It's fine. Although I don't mind discriminatory looks, I think that if I become an angel, I won't have to worry about them anymore."
Lake's mouth twitched.
All right.
This was a half-demon with an extremely optimistic personality.
Not bad.
As expected, the world was vast and full of wonders.
That was what Lake thought as he directly made Hellboy a promise. "If you still feel the same way after we finish this job, I'll make it happen for you."
It was only an angel.
How difficult could it be?
Soon.
The Boar Demon in the manor made a new move.
Lake watched the Boar Demon stagger out of the manor, covered in human blood. His gaze fell on the thing the Boar Demon was holding in his arms.
The next second.
Lake raised an eyebrow. "What is that boar holding? An arm?"
Hellboy nodded. "Yes, it's an arm. And it's a dull, bloodless-looking arm."
Lake frowned and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"I thought of something. You can call your adoptive father here now. Don't wait for me. If I need you, I'll find you."
"Weren't we supposed to do this together?"
"Of course."
Lake stopped and turned to look at Hellboy, a faint smile appearing on his face. "Together. I'll watch, and you'll take the field."
Hellboy's eyes widened. "What?"
Lake smiled. "Hell is playing chess. Surely I, the