"Maybe because he's a weird beast?"
The words echoed out as a figure stepped through the door.
It was none other than Elder Celine, a shawl around her white hair, which held sparkles of white drops of water hanging from their ends.
"He's a weird beast?" Antares asked as he turned to her, watching her nod while she sat on the sofa.
"I can feel it. The blood in my veins quivering from his existence, and I can more than sense a hint of beastly familiarity with him," she muttered, and Ryuk smiled wryly.
What Elder Celine described was what she truly felt.
Even now, sitting before Ryuk, her beastly blood was roiling in her veins, flowing faster.
The sensation was something she had read usually happened when a beast encountered another beast, not just any, but one with a purer bloodline, or a bloodline higher in the beastly hierarchy.
If she'd had any doubt before whether Ryuk was a beast or not, now she had none at all.
