Amid this ocean of demons, Ruger actually admired those who could distinguish themselves in the oppressive Abyss, especially those who could remain calm in this chaotic world. While drinking and chatting at the table with old dog-headed Lunse, he had heard that some powerful demons were, against all expectations, exceptionally elegant. Some even wore immaculate formal attire and were more particular than certain Wizards, prompting those Wizards to curse them endlessly in private. They were meticulous even about the ingredients used to brew tea, despite tea being something humans had introduced to them.
Demons truly were wondrous creatures. That wonder came both from themselves and from the Abyss.
The demons before him seemed to march aimlessly, yet it also seemed as though each had a destination in mind.
Ruger tilted his head, stretching his neck.
He thought of the old demon, and of the creatures that had been fighting in the enormous pit for so long. Their presence in Bonebreaker City proved that the lord had issued its summons some time ago. Yet he, an impostor disguised by a spell, had only faintly sensed it once he was very close. Did that mean the demons before him could sense more than he could, such as the direction the lord had indicated?
At this thought, Ruger could not help looking down at the valiant, silent Black Knight.
An exchange of faint spiritual fluctuations confirmed that this taciturn fellow could indeed sense more.
Ruger simply had not asked, so the Black Knight had said nothing.
Ruger raised his eyebrows, but did not particularly mind. They had to follow the others anyway, and he was merely one member of this boundless sea of demons.
Even demons several ranks above the old demon had no choice but to obediently follow along.
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