Third Person's POV
Her heart ached as she watched him approach the man.
Yet, just as despair began to settle over her, Ethan suddenly raised his head.
His gaze met the blue-skinned man's eyes.
The latter's expression immediately brightened, and he let out a delighted laugh.
"Very good! Haha! You are obedient, and you are strong too.
We might even become comrades later on and serve the mistress together!"
His tone was almost affectionate, as though he had already begun imagining the future in which Ethan would become his companion.
Eleanor, who had been wallowing in despair, suddenly blinked in confusion.
Her son hadn't actually cuffed himself with the shackles.
He had merely picked them up.
Yet the blue-skinned demon was speaking as though Ethan had already surrendered and lost the ability to resist.
There was something strange about the situation, and Eleanor's gaze shifted towards her son as she tried to understand what he was planning.
