Once her voice fell, Roland's expression grew a little odd.
Vanessa's previous whisper echoed in his mind.
'Death, for me, is not the end...'
'Looks like she's really not afraid to die.'
Roland thought with a grumble, shaking his head slightly before speaking.
"Miss Vanessa, I told you this information in the hope that you would prepare in advance. As for making an enemy of a Witch Demon..."
He extended a finger and pointed at himself.
"What do you think my chances are of making it back alive?"
"That's hard to say..."
The Purple-haired Witch let out a light laugh, her almond-shaped eyes roaming over Roland with a hint of playful scrutiny.
For a moment, an indescribable atmosphere filled the space between them.
"Alright..."
Just as Avril was about to speak up and break the delicate atmosphere, an inquiry came from outside the tent.
"Excuse me... Is Avril Shadow Envoy inside?"
"I'm here."
Avril called out in response, then exchanged a look with Roland.
