Warlock Apprentice

“I wouldn’t call it simple. The messages it conveyed to me are complex: calm, tumultuous, struggling, repressed, and unyielding.” Angel paused. “To be honest, I feel as if looking at that painting is like seeing Mr. Night.”

If others had heard this conclusion, they might have laughed out loud, but Night seemed pensive for a moment, as if reminded of many years ago when his old friend had said the same thing with a smile: “Guess what I’ve painted?” Without waiting for an answer, the friend declared, “I’ve painted you.”

As Night looked at Angel across from him, a smile suddenly played at his lips, and in a voice that was almost a mutter, he said, “Indeed, the perspective of humans, compared to that of demons, seems to be more interesting.”

Angel was startled; Night was muttering to himself, but Angel still heard the content.

The perspective of humans? So, did Night realize he was a human?

After the moment of realization, Angel felt it was to be expected. Of course, Fafnir had appeared quite wary and guarded when he first met Night, which suggested that Night’s power was by no means insignificant. That Night could see through his true form wasn’t surprising.

However, the fact that Angel was now protected by the Flame Mark and yet Night could still see he was human made him somewhat suspicious. Could it be that Night was stronger than Odeclass?

“Let’s not talk about the painting now. Have you come to me because you’ve earned enough Demon Gold Coins?” Night shifted the topic and refrained from continuing the previous one, instead asking about the reason for Angel’s visit.

Though Night did not constantly monitor the Misty Cabin, given the Hunting Museum was quite close to it, he couldn’t help noticing several demons exuding unusual Water Elemental Energy passing by the museum’s entrance. Piecing the clues together, he could roughly estimate that Angel had made quite a sum that day.