And behind her, a blond-haired boy also brimmed with excitement, lifting his feet to follow.
"Stop right there, Los! This is no place for you!"
Hearing the movement behind her, a hint of helplessness flashed across Melulan's calm face, and she turned to block the boy.
How troublesome this son of New York's wealthiest was!
A mere mortal always wanting to get involved in these bizarre incidents—did some Angel forget to install a brain in him?
"Melulan, just let me watch. I promise not to cause any trouble!"
The blond boy, eyeing the house that was within reach and the supernatural world before him, clearly didn't want to give up on this rare opportunity and kept pleading.
Although the boy's voice was sincere, Melulan was even more resolute.
"No! Please leave immediately!"
Seeing the firmness in the Exorcist's voice, the blond boy's mood instantly dampened.
"Fine."
Seeing him finally comply, Melulan let out a slight sigh of relief.
