(Raven's POV)
"Kekekeke—"
I turned around to face the majin that appeared from the bushes. He was still laughing like an idiot, as if the entire situation was a joke meant for his amusement.
I felt him following me just a few minutes after I entered this forest.
His killing intent was weak, but consistent. The kind of intent that comes from someone confident enough to play with their prey.
"Hmm? Why are you just standing there, scared?"
Anyway, he suddenly asked me that, his voice echoing faintly in the quiet forest.
'In what aspect do I look scared for him? Is he an idiot?'
I asked myself, a frown forming on my face in disbelief. His grin widened as if he could sense irritation, mistaking it for fear.
[I mean, he's contracted to a demon— he's not right in the head.]
Sariel said to me, his tone as calm as usual.
"Fair."
I replied to him, shrugging a little. My shoulders felt light, almost too relaxed for a moment like this.
