Though the thought of Shojo's treasure cave sat at the back of his mind with quiet persistence, Michael set it aside temporarily.
The more immediately useful matter was the demonic supernatural's memories.
A full digestion of everything transferred was not something he could accomplish in a short period.
This would take time, possibly weeks of gradual integration before the more obscure details became reliably accessible.
But skimming through the surface layer was manageable.
Tomorrow, or the day after at the latest, he needed to be back at the academy. Going back empty-handed when he was sitting on a catalog of demonic faction intelligence felt like a waste.
Michael began organizing what he could reasonably present.
It was only after sorting the information he intended to bring to the academy, Michael turned his attention to Shojo's memories.
