The moment I uttered those words, I turned into red lightning and reappeared atop one of the valley edges.
Staring at the group of five men who didn't even realize I was here, I clicked my tongue, finally getting their attention.
"Huh?"
"How did you—"
"It's a demon!"
When they turned to me, each of them drew their weapons, while one in particular directly used his Gift on me.
A fireball flew straight at me, yet I didn't even bat an eye.
And rightfully so, because the fireball dissipated upon hitting me.
That alone made the others wary of approaching me.
I raised my arms, showing that I'm friendly.
"I'm not a demon. As for you lot, are you treasure hunters, or...?"
I glanced at their waists and saw ropes, chains, and a few collars strapped to them.
"Ah."
"Slave traders?"
The five men froze.
But they lost all right to negotiate the moment I found out what they were.
