Kroya stared at the castle, feeling the orange magic within his body pulse. This special magic belonging to the Song of Orange had begun to boil the instant he saw the castle.
It even spread outward from Kroya, blooming into little rose-like flowers on the ground and gradually extending farther.
Eventually, it enveloped the entire castle.
Kroya was fully aware of his magic spreading. He also knew he could control it; a single thought would calm the boiling magic.
But he did not restrain it. Rather, he deliberately let it run wild, wanting to see just what sort of effect it could produce.
Before the little orange flowers could grow onto the castle, however, a figure hurried out.
He ran while frantically waving his hands. "No! My lord! Don't let them come any closer!"
The figure was, of course, Jit. After sensing the magic within those little orange flowers, he felt chilled to the bone.
Those flowers... wanted to devour him as nourishment!
A demon formed from the very concept of greed coveted all things. Yet after being devoured in turn by a human, he was now about to be devoured by little flowers.
Who knew what expressions his fellow demons in the Abyss would make if they saw him like this?
"Stay back." Kroya extended a hand and lightly tapped the air.
Light in three colors immediately formed a magical cage around Jit. This was the simplest form of Magic Restraint, but with such special magic, its strength was naturally special too.
Poor Jit was imprisoned inside, and magical ropes mercilessly wound around his body, binding him tightly.
He did not resist during the process, but he never moved away from the castle, remaining at its entrance the entire time.
Kroya examined him carefully. This fellow was no longer