The Absolution Hunting Team's young hunters' subtle movements did not escape the female demon's eyes.
Unlike before, this time, Nikita decided not to ignore these details; she planned to deal with the trouble before her in a simpler and more direct way—knock out or kill these youngsters, then leave this contentious place.
But just as her fingers had gently lifted off the scales of the Black Flood Dragon.
The short wizard wearing black-rimmed glasses suddenly raised his hand.
It was as if he was asking a question in class.
This piqued a bit of curiosity in the female demon.
"May I ask," the short male warlock seemed a bit embarrassed and somewhat uneasy, his voice tight, yet his choice of words remained very polite: "Can I ask a question?"
Nikita liked politeness—no matter if that politeness stemmed from fear or respect, and regardless of whether it was the small talk between guests or greetings from the food to the diner.
Politeness is politeness.
