"Guer, huh..."
Number Three looked down at the little Ancient Demon under his feet, not even a year old, the corners of his mouth slowly lifting, as if he'd just run into something interesting.
Guer, on the other hand, failed to notice anything off about the "weird uncle" in front of him. He quickly tore open the chocolate wrapper and gobbled down that strangely sourced piece of chocolate. The sound of his chewing carried far, drawing a lot of Demon Fiends' attention.
Still, these Ancient Demons hadn't fallen so low they'd snatch snacks from a kid.
Only after Guer finished the chocolate did he give Number Three a slight bow, then shuffled his feet, and in the blink of an eye vanished into the distance.
"Doesn't even say thank you, seriously..."
Number Three's smile didn't change; he just tossed out a minor complaint.
A little Ancient Demon under one year old already having Third-level strength—what that implied wasn't exactly simple.
