The shoulders of the demons on the steps nearby also trembled involuntarily, as though a chill had run through them.
"He modified this place. He said it could help me select demons of sufficient caliber. Only demons brimming with spirituality, with the potential to receive the Abyss's favor, can sense what makes this place different-" The succubus lord lifted her feet lightly as she spoke, never looking back.
Although she had never turned around, and had paid little attention to the demons accompanying her throughout these past days, Ruger always felt that none of them could escape the succubus lord's notice, including that red-skinned fellow.
The demons listened in silence. Listening was all they were entitled to do.
The winding path naturally had some graceful curves, whether by design or to follow the mountain's contours. At one bend, Ruger happened to catch a glimpse of the red-skinned fellow's profile.
As the succubus lord spoke, the red-skinned demon looked thoughtful.
Ruger raised his eyebrows.
He decided to approach the problem from another angle.
The other fellow was also an impostor, one who had reached the lord before they had. His thinking would necessarily differ somewhat from theirs.
Perhaps there was nothing wrong with his and Mahama's disguises. Perhaps the problem did not lie with them.
Perhaps it lay with the succubus lord.
Did this lord normally talk about these things? She had been acting this way ever since they were in the underground chamber.
If not, wasn't that a little unusual?
Who was she speaking to?
Was she really just voicing her feelings, time and again?
Ruger maintained his steady, unhurried gait. Each time his feet met the steps, they made a dull thud.
His earlier idea flashed through his mind.
Find a Wizard and go to the Cavern World.
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