Ever since he had been brought here from that assessment and drawn into this affair, Ruger had gained many muddled feelings along the way. But his greatest realization was that there were so many talented people. Their personalities varied, and their natures could be good or bad, yet there was no denying that they were all outstanding. Especially among the fewer than one hundred left at the end, the sense that everyone was a clever person who understood without speaking was particularly strong. Thus, Ruger firmly believed that the man and woman who had come here with him were even more exceptional among them.
That made the odds of it choosing him even lower.
Although he did not think the Holy Tribunal would deliberately deceive a few apprentice students, dancing with this demon should indeed bring certain benefits.
Still, instinctively, he did not particularly want an uncontrollable demonic pet, or another consciousness dwelling within his body.
He had considerable faith in how the Holy Tribunal conducted its affairs. Having seen all manner of strange people in Burning Blood City, he believed even more firmly in a wizard's desire to go further. No matter how dangerous the matter, how many sacrifices it required, or how great the cost, there would always be someone willing to do it.
Gurgle, gurgle!
The thing floating in midair before him gave a slight twist.
Ruger watched it, utterly unable to imagine it was a demon. He could not even find where its mouth was.
Gradually, Ruger heard its heartbeat—a powerful, vigorous pulse that beat only after a long interval, like a heavy hammer blow carrying a muffled, trembling boom.
If it truly became a demonic pet, would it still look like this? What did the Holy Tribunal want to take from it?
It suddenly occurred