"Demons are part of that kind of thing, but a rather special part."
After saying this, Carlos's aura retracted, the light in his eyes completely faded, returning to his previously relaxed and easy-going demeanor.
The Great Prince smiled at Ian with a raised bottle, "Sorry, I probably scared you just now—but ordinarily, people wouldn't be frightened by me. It's because you're too strong among your peers and you're a keen Prophet, you perceived things you normally wouldn't... That's my fault, I'll punish myself with half a bottle."
After saying so, he really drank half the bottle in one go—Ian deeply suspected he was just using it as an excuse to drink.
"Ah. Seeing you reminds me of my brother, he's as cautious and careful as you, unable to let go when he should."
