To Rommel, the time spent entering the tower had felt both agonizingly long and fleetingly short.
Long because of the embarrassment and urgency churning in his heart.
Of course, he was anxious because he truly could not understand why Little Bear had suddenly appeared in this world of Devils.
With that little fellow's nature, he would only steer clear of a world with such evil auras... Little Bear was not some great saint driven by justice and committed to righteous deeds.
Hill would never fight to the death for another world... And with so many worlds around Telashir having been invaded by Devils, and even Demons, anyone who had never entered this world would never realize what it meant to Telashir.
So Rommel truly had never expected to see this little bear here one day.
There was no need to even mention the embarrassment.
He had considered how nice it would be to have a helper before, but he had absolutely not wanted one to appear under circumstances like these.
Especially not one who was utterly unafraid of him and had a temperament that feared the world was not chaotic enough.
Draculus's tens of thousands of years of calm had instantly collapsed the moment he recognized Little Bear... That command of weaving words was truly impressive!
Even Falan probably did not use the language as idiomatically as this bear did. His fluency rivaled students personally taught by him.
And it felt short because, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not figure out how to make this little bear keep his mouth shut after leaving this world.
More importantly, because he had left Telashir rather late, he had heard a little through the Undead's transmissions... Wherever Hill went, the Undead would follow.
Those people... Rommel nearly suffocated