Is That Him? He's This Young?!

Normally, a meeting shouldn't have ended so quickly.

As Moyu wondered about that, he pressed the answer button.

Just as he raised the phone to his ear, Piyon's machine-gun-like voice burst from the receiver first.

"Good thing you picked up, or I would've thought you'd run into an 'enemy'! So where did you go? Didn't I tell you to wait for me by the chairs? Where are you now? I'll come find you right away—no, you come back to the Association right now, immediately, this instant!"

Piyon's voice was so loud that even Sambika, seated across the table, could hear every word clearly.

Moyu gave Sambika an apologetic smile, then put the phone to his ear and asked, "What is it? Something urgent?"

"Yeah, it's related to Exorcism. It's not convenient to say too much over the phone. Anyway, hurry back to the Association. I'll wait for you at the entrance."

"Got it. I'll head back now."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!!!"

"..."

Moyu hung up immediately.

After spending the past few days together, this was the first time he had seen Piyon, who usually liked to take things slow, acting so anxious.

There really must have been something urgent.

Something related to Exorcism...

What could it be?

Removing the Nen from the Marshfolk?

Moyu lowered his gaze and pondered.

Sambika watched Moyu as he thought. She wanted to ask something, but in the end, she still couldn't bring herself to speak.

A few breaths later.

Moyu looked up at Sambika and asked, "Did you eat enough?"

"Mm."

Sambika nodded slowly.

"Put your card away now, or you might forget it later."

Moyu pointed at the bank card in front of Sambika.

"Mm."

Hearing that, Sambika put the bank card into an inner pocket.

"Going back to the Association now?"

"Mm."

"Then