"If I frightened you both, please forgive me. I didn't come here to scare you," the waiter's spirit said to Mercy and Michael.
"Oh, I actually expected you to show up to meet me and Mercy," Michael replied with a light laugh. "Seeing you did surprise me, but honestly, I expected it—so it didn't scare me the way you think."
"Then why have you come to us at all?" Mercy asked, flashing her blades with a playful yet dangerous grin. "Don't you know we're demon slayers? Our job is to send wandering spirits to their rightful place—hell. Is that where you want to go?"
At the sight of Mercy's blades, the waiter's spirit trembled. In a quivering voice, he answered, "No… I—I came here to ask you for a favour."
"A favour?" Michael asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Why would a wandering spirit ever need a favour from demon slayers?"
