The half-dragon heard the noise the inn door made as it closed; however, she decided not to interfere to see how Luke would do. She hadn't known him long, so she felt the constant need to test him.
The half-wolf had already proven himself to be insanely talented and also very virile when he rejected her, even though he was horny. However, the half-dragon was very curious about where such talent came from.
"Most people don't care where a person comes from, because our past doesn't necessarily predict our future, but there is something about him that makes me curious..."
The seed of mystery and doubt that the half-wolf usually leaves wherever he goes slowly grows in the mind of the S-Class, who even when lost in her thoughts, can't get him out of her head.
Meanwhile, inside the inn, everything seemed calm. In the pitch created by the absence of light, all that could be heard was the demon's gasping breath and his confusing steps. He was spinning in his place, trying to predict where Luke would spring from.
'My reflexes are fast, but not unlimited... if I can predict him accurately, I can win easily.' The demon thought. On the outside, his expression did not match his confident thoughts. Tapering his vision with the muscles in his face, he tried to see in the dark while making an almost funny expression.
Taking advantage of his terrain, Luke moved to the bar, making sure not to make any noise as he walked and listened carefully to his opponent's footsteps. The half-wolf picked up five glass jugs, which still had alcohol in them, and threw them in the demon's direction.
T-Thwackr! They exploded on the demon's shield and shattered in the same second, emitting a single loud sound.
'Just moments before, I heard something different...' Luke thought. His hearing is already normally sharp, but now it was even better; with such a precise sense, he didn't miss the smallest details.
There were only two bottles left in his hand, so he only threw one this time. Th-Thwackr! 'Same sound as before.' The half-wolf determined.
Luke knew that the four bottles could not do any damage to the demon. His shield was quite strong and didn't seem to break easily, at least not with light attacks, and it also managed to repel him when he got close.
"You're pretty annoying, you know that? You won me over and let me throw information to the wind... you're pretty smart for a son of a bitc—" A glass bottle burst over the girl's head, filling her face with glass fragments and interrupting her speech.
The demon had already shown great resistance to pain when he left his arm only in pure bone and continued to fight, so shards of glass were nothing to him.
"Haha! You know buddy... I've got a great idea. I will take your body right here, right now! And then, I'll go back to the First Servant with all his and the other possessed's abilities and kill him with my bare hands. That's a good plan, what do you think?" He said as he removed a shard of glass that went into the corner of his left eye.
However, the demon didn't expect that Luke had already figured out the trick of his new ability. And since the half-wolf didn't want his opponent to use another big explosion like the other time, he quickly picked up the first bottle he left on the counter seconds before the battle started and threw it, at the same time running towards the demon.
Now even closer to the demon, Luke could perfectly hear the sound the demon's shield made milliseconds before activating. Pleenc! The bottle broke on the shield. Thwackrrr!
Protecting his face with his arm, Luke moved forward, and when he heard the sound of the bottle breaking, he stopped hiding his steps to gather even more speed. He wiped the demon's confident smile from existence in one precise cut and drew a blank expression.
With his hand across the throat of the demon who was on guard-low thanks to the shield, Luke felt even angrier that the cursed one showed no surprise, only hollowness.
"Berith." He whispered before it was too late; however, the black discharge came out soon after. "Beherith!" he shouted, the other name Alexis communicated. This time, the discharge withered and greyed out. 'Die stubborn bastard!'
The half-wolf huffed in stress and stood up. A few moments later, he was surprised by a voice in his head warning him:
[Lower Demon Beherith has been killed, Demon Core Obtained].
'Oh, that sounds interesting... if I could inherit that shield ability, it would be helpful.' Luke analyzed.
Seconds later, he heard muffled shouts coming from the hallway.
"Hmmmmm!"
"Ehmhmhm!"
His ears raised as he picked up the sounds, and Luke followed the sounds, which made him not pay much attention to the voice in his head at that moment.
He walked to the darker hallway and, as he opened the door, saw two young men tied up and the corpse of a third in the far corner of the small room, which was dimly lit by lamplight.
"Are you guys okay?" Luke inquired, seeing the frightened looks on the faces of the two gagged boys.
At first, they nodded obediently, almost to the point of tears, and then transmuted to an expression of dread, peering up at Luke's shoulders.
The half-wolf heard no noise behind his back but turned his neck just in case. Looking over his shoulder, Luke saw a large headless body.
Alarmed, he spun the body around and kicked it. His heel was stopped by the two large hands that, being illuminated by the lamplight, Luke recognized as the corpse he had found in the lobby a few minutes ago.
The veins in this man's body bulged all over, glowing like sparks. As he was being held, Luke heard from the bare neck a voice erupt and roar throughout the place, making the walls of the inn shake.
"Haha! Luke, I warned you to not mess with us! I even offered you a deal, which you accepted! but you just broke it~ When you kill a demon, you have to be prepared for the enemies that will come with that burden!"
The imposing voice that scared Luke greatly the first time he heard it, only surprised him this time. On the first occasion, what scared him was the unknown; he didn't understand what that thing was all about. The mystical figure created by the word 'Chaos' had scared him, but now he knew very well who threatened him: A demon, apparently also known as the First Servant.
"It may be that my hands can't reach you yet, but my fingers sure can reach your thieving little friends. Ynosuke, Zack, Matthew—"
"SHUT UP!" Luke shouted angrily. "DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK THEIR NAMES WITH THAT DIRTY MOUTH!"
"Um~ You're even simpler than I thought!" The First Servant said, and then the pudgy body of the innkeeper plummeted backward, releasing the leg of the half-wolf. The glowing veins on the corpse were gone.
"SHIT!" Luke shouted, and all the windows in the room opened with the force of the <Vind> he unwittingly used.
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