Roy's nape exploded with a prickling sensation of fear.
Following closely was a surge of unspeakable anger.
She didn't like Sebatide Hughes' sudden appearance, yet the situation clearly wasn't suitable for acting out. With her battle experience over many days, Roy understood that she might use all her strength to single-handedly fight high-level demons like flame demons or ice giants, but against a genuine Devil, she had no power to resist.
Even though Sebatide Hughes looked immature, seemingly easy to handle, he could crush a high-level demon from afar and spit on its skull.
Thinking about Sebatide Hughes' even more terrifying power sixteen centuries later, Roy closed her eyes, suppressing the restless dark elements at her fingertips. She maintained a reclining posture, seemingly languid as she spoke.
"I don't know how to say this..." Holding a subtle malice, and understanding Sebatide Hughes' nature, Roy replied, "In a way, is it food?"
Food?
