Having fixed up his appearance, Kid turned to adjust the steel wire and pulley fixed to the ground—this would let him descend from the sky directly to wherever he wanted to go.
As he carefully checked the length of the wire, Kid suddenly felt that something was off.
He turned his head in confusion, following the feeling to look beside him.
Then, without warning, he met a pair of dark gold eyes floating in the night.
"!!" Kid jumped in fright, sprang to his feet, and grasped the Magic Gun in his pocket.
Only after curling his finger around the trigger did he come to his senses and recognize the silent spectator beside him. "Mist Tengu!"
Mist Tengu usually wore black from head to toe, even his wings were black. And although this yokai from a Temple seemed to like the loose robes of a monk, he had not copied the Bald Underling's look. Instead, he had a thick head of jet-black hair.
In short, he was pitch-black from head to toe, with barely any reflective surfaces.
That kind of Appearance made him extremely inconspicuous in the night. When Kid turned around and saw those dimly glowing eyes, his heart instinctively skipped a beat.
After that jolt came a trace of delight. "Long time no see. Are you okay? Why haven't you been replying to my messages?"
Kid had previously given Mist Tengu a phone. Whenever he had nothing to do, he would send a message to check in, determined to help Mist Tengu move past his phase of liking air-dried human flesh and happily integrate into modern society, experiencing the wonders of the internet.
Yet so far, the measure had shown little effect. Mist Tengu seemed never to have used that phone.
Controlling Mist Tengu's puppet, Jiang Xia glanced