Aimou stood not far away, appearing somewhat bewildered herself, but her confusion was completely different from Bologue's. Aimou was puzzled by why Bologue's attitude towards these two Devils was so... peaceful?
In Aimou's imagination, the two Devils should have just arrived from the Ethereal Realm, and should be stalling for time until Bologue's resurrection, then the two would join forces to fight against evil to the death.
But now, it seemed like they had met each other many times before, with a familiarity akin to a group of rowdy friends who might even have collaborated on certain plots before. Were they not in such a dangerous situation and burdened with shared responsibilities, they might even arrange for a drink together tonight.
"Sai Zong?"
Aimou repeated the name Bologue just used to call the scar-covered Devil, addressing him.
Sai Zong's wandering gaze was forced to meet Aimou's gaze, and under scrutiny, Aimou actually found a hint of familiarity in his face.
