The demon responded.
Not with words. Not with sound. Only feelings and impressions.
Ves was already accustomed with this non-verbal method of communication. He parsed the demon's surprisingly clean and noiseless message with near-native speed and fluency.
Blinky's feline expression immediately drooped.
"Are you serious? I am asking you to accept a boon that is highly beneficial to you. I am willing to do this even knowing that it will directly put Saint Orfan at a disadvantage. Yet instead of choosing any of the obvious options, you are asking for this of all things?!"
"..."
The demon did not convey much in reaction. It merely emphasized its determination.
The Prophet's Bane was not joking. This was not a decision that he made on a whim.
Ves felt even more disturbed by that. He could have dismissed a careless demand if it was merely the product of madness. Yet the Middle Demon had displayed enough rationality that such an excuse could not be made.
