Stray

ever.”

Incorrigible.

Jesse just wanted to shake his head when the door was opened again, and Ann took the lead entering the room.

The female warrior’s serious gaze swept across the wrecked bedroom, turned around the huge beast a few times, and finally pierced Adrian by the window.

“Cross,” Ann pointed to the white beast solemnly.
“Where did this thing come from—”

Looking at her mouth shape, she seemed to want to habitually spit out the word “beast”, but after not seeing her for more than a month, the Queen of Alban was obviously tortured enough by etiquette training, that she swallowed the word abruptly.

“Where’s Dylan, has he been eaten by it?” she continued to ask seriously.

“You are so humorous, lovely lady,” Jesse responded dryly.

Ann hitched her breath.

“Follow me, Oliver will be there soon.
I first need someone to explain this to me.”

She glanced at the long, soft, snowy white hairs and staggered hard.

“…I hope you’re not counting on running around my house naked right now, Dylan,” Ann added seriously.

“……”

Less than ten minutes later, Oliver led the gray parrot through the door.
He first turned around to thank the maid who led the way politely, closed the door of the conference room, and finally turned his head.

There was a large round table in the wide room, and the servants had prepared snacks and drinks in advance.
It was just that there were only two people sitting at the round table that could accommodate at least twenty people.

In addition to the usual demeanor, the former knight commander drank tea quietly, while the queen was tugging at white fur with a stern face.
A huge white beast was resting its long mouth on the wooden table, glancing at Adrian’s expression for a while, and squinting at the plate full of snacks.

Oliver wouldn’t mistake who Jesse was.
Now his opinion was a clear as fire and ice regarding the difference between Dylan and other creatures.
He simply nodded and put Bagelmaurus who was on his shoulder next to the plate of snacks.

“I don’t like to eat this.”

The gray parrot finally opened his mouth, sounding terribly depressed.

“I like lighter-flavored ones.
Light never gave me the wrong stuff.”

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“……Sorry,” Oliver murmured.

The gray parrot lowered its head, walked soulfully over to another plate of treats, then stuck its whole head in, moving like an ostrich.

“It seems that I’m the only person in this room who is surprised by this thing.” Ann pointed to Jesse, keenly grasping the point.
“I need an explanation.”

“I died in the previous mission.” It was Adrian who spoke first.

The former Knight of Judgment added some milk to his teacup, and then pushed the snack tray next to him to Jesse’s mouth.

Jesse retracted his gaze and moved his mouth away.

“…This joke isn’t funny.” Ann’s expression was blank for a moment.
“Cross, you’re not suitable for telling jokes.”

“I’m not lying.
You should have heard of the spell taught by the Laddism Church called Meteor Execution.”

“Meteor Execution? ‘Shatter the heart so that only death can stop it’.
Of course I know, but that’s impossible—”

“Jesse Dylan saved me.” Adrian took a sip of tea.
He didn’t sound like he was in a bad mood.
“In other words, Zenni saved me.”

He glanced at Ann.
“I’m not speaking metaphorically.
It’s in the literal sense.”

When Ann was listening to him, she was still tugging at the white long fur that felt very good in her hands.
As soon as she heard him say this, she quickly retracted her hand with a whoosh, as if teeth had suddenly spawned from those hairs.

“What?” She did a double take.

“This is Zenni.”

“I see, I haven’t woken up yet.” Ann sounded very sure of herself as she leaned back into the soft back of her chair and tilted her head up.
“Good night, everyone.”

Oliver reluctantly smiled.
“Ann.”

“If this is a joint joke,” Ann opened one eye and looked over at Jesse, who had rolled his tongue at the snack plate.
“You’re all screwed, you hear me? It’s over.”

She tried to relax her tone, but no one showed an apologetic smile on their faces, or jumped up and declared that it was just to liven things up.
Even Bagelmaurus continued to bury its head in the macaroons without moving a muscle.

“…Are you serious?” After five minutes of silence, Ann’s voice trembled a little.

“Nn.” Oliver lowered his gaze.
“Sorry, Ann, I’ve been hiding it from you.
If I’m not mistaken, Mr.
Cross should have just learned about it, and Bagelmaurus and I knew about it earlier.
You know, this matter… is not easy to talk about.”

“Zenni.” Ann looked erratically at the white beast with his mouth on the table.
“Although I am not religious, this is too… I mean, even though I believe in the existence of God, but…”

She was shocked to hear her voice, her expression twitching a little.

Oliver carefully pulled out a chair and sat down, trying not to make too much noise.
Ann’s mouth opened and closed, opened and closed, like a fish struggling for air in the desert.

“You told Bagelmaurus, but you didn’t tell me.”

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After struggling for more than ten minutes, her voice became more indistinct.

“Why? I am definitely more trustworthy than that parrot— Don’t deny it, since you know it, Nemo must know it too.
If Cross is just finding out, wouldn’t it be just the two of us who were kept in the dark?!”

“Yes, I’m sorry.” Oliver didn’t defend himself.

“And you, Cross.” Ann’s tongue seemed to have lost control, and she didn’t even have the right intonation, and she spoke like she was drunk.
“If that’s Zenni, you… How could you be so…”

“This isn’t the first time we have met.
If you are interested, I can tell you after the meeting.” Adrian sighed, pushing away the nose of the beast that was also approaching with doubt.
“I mind other questions more.”

He looked at Oliver with burning eyes.

“I don’t think Mr.
Dylan… Zenni will tell you who he really is or Mr.
Light.
Bagelmaurus isn’t a top superior demon, and it’s impossible for it to find out by itself.
Then it should have been discovered by the two of you.”

Ann blinked and shook her heard abruptly so she could try collect her thoughts.

“And although this is sensational, it is not a ‘bad thing’ that cannot be told to us.”

Adrian’s gaze became sharper and sharper.

“Since you didn’t tell us, it meant that the way you two found out wasn’t very convenient for the two of you to speak of.
Miss Savage and I are very aware of the abnormality caused to you by the Withered Castle.
If you’re the discoverer, there is no motive to conceal it from us.
Now that Mr.
Light is in the Abyss and you’re in such a situation…”

“I’ll just asked directly, Mr.
Ramon.
Who exactly is Nemo Light? …Or, what is he?”

Oliver held his breath, persistently staring at the Tumbleweed members while holding a teacup in his hand and finally raised his face.

There was no hesitation, no doubt.
Oliver took a soft breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was extremely clear.

“He is what the surface calls the ‘Demon King’.”

He said in a very solemn tone.

“…And to this day, I still love him.”

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