What the hell was this bastard talking about?
Lynn slapped away the hand Constantine had pressed on his head. "This is the effect of Hair-Gel Hand's skill, damn it. What do you know?"
After looking around, Lynn frowned. "Where's my Kitty?"
The moment he asked, Constantine turned serious as well. Pressing his lips together, he held out his right hand and pointed beside him. "See for yourself."
Following the direction Constantine pointed, Lynn saw Trigon, half-sealed inside a magic circle, punching an invisible wall over and over.
And Kitty, sitting upright atop Trigon's head with stiff limbs, posed like a beckoning cat.
"Fuck!"
Lynn could not help swearing. "What the hell is going on?!"
"Exactly, you can see it yourself—"
"How did that guy suddenly grow from five feet tall to over six? What kind of feed did he eat to grow that damn fast?!"
Constantine: "..."
His hand really did tremble, and he nearly failed to maintain the magic circle.
"So you think it's completely normal for the cat you raised to somehow sit on an enemy's head and strike a pose?!"
Lynn shrugged and curled his lip, saying nothing.
What was so strange about that?
Kitty was naturally close to demons. If categorized according to its species as a Digimon, Kitty itself counted as one of the demons.
For a Digimon whose ability was summoning demons, appearing on top of a demon's head was perfectly normal.
"Enough with the 'so.' Constantine, tell me honestly. You can't send it back anymore, can you?"
Constantine suddenly fell silent. After a moment, he shook his head, glanced at the half-broken dagger in his hand, and said quietly, "Trigon's invasion seems inevitable now. Other than using absolute strength to forcibly stuff it back into its own dimension, sealing it with magic is