An unfamiliar room and ceiling...
After a brief daze, Sanemi Shinazugawa instantly came to his senses.
This is bad!
I've been caught in another Blood Demon Art!
Recalling the floral fragrance Tamayo's blood had given off not long ago...
Sanemi thought of that Lower Rank One again.
Both were Blood Demon Arts that trapped people in illusions through their sense of smell.
Damn it, they're both the same type of ability as my [rare blood]!
Hajimi grabbed the Nichirin Blade beside him.
Like a feral cat with its fur standing on end, he fiercely guarded his friend.
I really did run straight into demons this time.
I actually believed that damn woman's words!
Great, now Kuang Jin and I have both ended up in a demon's lair...
A lair?
His mind gradually cleared, and his senses came back online.
He smelled the medicinal fragrance drifting through the room, carrying a faint feminine scent.
The brutal scene he had imagined, of fighting demons to the death, never materialized.
The room was quiet.
He could only faintly hear the two demons conversing in lowered voices in a room downstairs.
And behind him, Kuang Jin's breathing had clearly grown much steadier.
Shinazugawa stood frozen in the room for a little while, still gripping his Nichirin Blade.
He looked at the peaceful expression on his friend's face.
Then at the neatly arranged instruments around them, all specifically meant for treating people.
And the two cups of water carefully placed at the bedside.
Only then did Hajimi's bristling fur finally begin to settle.
They... really saved Kuang Jin.
But as he sat back down,
a sharp pain shot through the area beneath his ribs.
Sanemi grimaced and let out a muffled groan.
He lowered his head to look, only then discovering that his waist and