"I didn't! I swear!" Constantine, leaning on a cane, immediately raised his hand and swore. The practiced motion was almost pitiful.
"Forget it." Zatanna helplessly raised a hand to her forehead. Her relationship with Constantine was decent—at least on the surface.
And Constantine had confirmed one thing: someone was summoning demons in Gotham and had attacked him. Though Zatanna suspected the demon might have been summoned by Constantine himself.
After all, Zatanna's father had repeatedly warned her to stay away from Constantine, preferably not to get involved with him at all. He was bad news.
But when Zatanna saw Constantine holding his diagnosis report with a grief-stricken face, looking as though he had lost all hope in life, the kindhearted girl ultimately did not leave him in the snow to die.
Though Constantine was faking it, he had no shame.
"Eh..." Barry, who had come running down the hallway, abruptly stopped and hit the brakes. Seeing Zatanna and Constantine standing by the wall, he nearly blurted something out.
He knew those two. Members of Justice League Dark, completely different from Justice League members like them. Zatanna and the others belonged to the magical world and specialized in supernatural incidents.
But that was ten years in the future. Right now... Barry chose to keep quiet and pretend not to know them.
"A talking reindeer?" Zatanna asked a little blankly.
"No, a lost Santa Claus!"
Miao Mu held an M500 Revolver, aiming it at Constantine, whose eyes were covered by a strip of white cloth. So that was why things had felt off. This jinx had shown up.
The truth was out! He was the culprit!
Miao Mu wanted to say that, but Constantine really was not the culprit. Still, that did not stop Miao Mu from threatening him.
"Hey, you..." Zatanna