Slowly walking over, Richard glanced down at the corpse— two halves of corpse, the larger Devil had become.
"A shame. We couldn't get any more information from it."
Vagabond's heavy breathing slowly calmed down,
"I apologize. I was a bit too into it back there." He said calmly.
Richard raised his brows, 'Just a bit?'
He didn't even want to look at the rest of the courtyard anymore. The sight was just too gruesome.
With a helpless shrug, Richard shook his head,
"No. You did well. These idiots probably don't know much in the first place. Still,it would have been good to find out who is behind this." He paused for a moment then picked something off the ground.
It was the remnants of the large Imp's staff, specifically, the strange eye that was attached to the top of it.
'Perhaps Gregory can make something of this.' He thought to himself.
Suddenly, the realization of what was to come hit him. The disgust he felt vanished like ice thawing under the summer sky.
