Emilia Sinode, her face ashen, turned to look at it. At a single glance, she gently covered her wrist. The place where the black crow tattoo had once appeared ached faintly. She knew that the thing before her was the one that had truly cursed her.
The man with a crow's head did not speak immediately. Instead, he examined Shade's corpse on the ground, where the crying Little Unicorn rested her head. Only after confirming that it truly was a corpse did he speak. His Kartherian Language was exceptionally standard, even more standard than the king's official spokesperson's accent:
"You may call me—Mr. Crow."
The Demon spoke, and the rain falling from the sky happened to avoid him. His body faced Emilia, but his crow head was turned sideways toward the elf, so Emilia could see only one of his eyes.
It was a perfectly round eye. The black pupil within the white sclera looked as false as a glass bead:
"Under normal circumstances, I would not take action voluntarily, much less reveal myself."
With his hands behind his back, he spoke without any inflection. Emilia's lips moved as though she wanted to say something, but she discovered that she had long since lost the ability to move or speak.
"But this time is somewhat different. The human male protecting you bears the 'Demon Hunting Seal,' and he asked for your hair in an attempt to help you share the curse. Those are all signs of a Demon Hunter. I have not seen a Demon Hunter in a long time. I had to ensure that he would not interfere with The Game. It now seems that Demon Hunters of the Sixth Epoch are equally capable."
The pupil in the round eye stopped darting around and fixed itself on Emilia:
"And