Slar raised an eyebrow after hearing Lucien's exclamation. His lips curled.
"Oh? You know what I am?"
He rubbed his chin with his pale fingers, revealing sharp nails stained with blood. It seemed he had already killed a few Espers.
"How amusing. I was beginning to find the Awakened here far too weak and pathetic."
Hearing Slar's words, Lucien trembled. He instinctively grabbed Zephyr, who seemed somewhat confused about the situation.
No one noticed, but Zephyr hadn't been affected by the pressure carried in Slar's voice at all. Not even Slar—the powerful Demon Servant—had noticed this strange anomaly. His head was in too much pain for him to worry about anything else. Still, Zephyr had heard Lucien shout earlier.
A demon?
The thought briefly flashed through his mind. But then it completely slipped away.
