'Geass. A restriction in exchange for a benefit.'
Evan frowned slightly as the thought of one particular Oathkeeper crossed his mind, someone who doubled as one of his greatest enemies.
'That damn bastard Ferrid.'
The First Finger and Leader of the Demonic Hand.
As he sat down, Evan pushed those thoughts aside and focused on Nemain seated across from him, prioritising the request he had for the Ouroboros rather than dwelling on thoughts of the First Finger.
"I have to get back to the surface as quickly as possible so I can properly handle the aftermath of what just happened, so I cannot stay here too long."
When Evan said this, Nemain glanced upward lightly, as if toward the distant surface of the ocean, and then asked, "Should I send some of my subordinates to assist with handling the remaining aquatic monsters from the dungeon?"
Evan shook his head.
