'....'
Hearing Zepharis' reply, Ethan froze.
When Zepharis spoke with such determination earlier, he thought the demon boy had some profound method to locate his scattered kin. But in reality… what Zepharis was talking about was simply the basic racial trait of all Night Demons: the ability to recognise one another when face-to-face.
Useful when the target was in sight. Absolutely useless otherwise.
Ethan rubbed his forehead helplessly.
'This kid… he has the drive, but no strategy. If I just leave him like this, it'll take him months to gather even a few.'
He exhaled slowly, already forming a plan.
"Zepharis, you are still not strong enough to act on your own."
After learning that Zepharis didn't have any special ability to find the Night Demons, Ethan directly rejected Zepharis' request.
"If the Master thinks that I am weak, then I will stay with the Master."
Zepharis didn't ask a second time because he was indeed still weak.
