Just as he expected, after walking for a few minutes, a car came near Oliver and parked next to him. From the front seat of the car, Root stepped out with a smile, waving his hand.
"Where were you?" Oliver asked, walking closer to the car.
"Nearby," Root answered unenthusiastically.
"Hm…"Oliver nodded and opened the back door. "Were you not concerned about my well-being? After all, I fell out of the sky." He inquired with a smile.
Root rolled his eyes.
He didn't, for one second, think Oliver was in critical condition because Oliver was the same person who escaped from the clutches of an S-ranked demon. So, how could he die under the mandibles of some bugs?
"Boss, nice joke." He commented sarcastically and climbed into the car.
The driver immediately stepped on the gas pedal, driving them towards their home.
Oliver looked out the window, watching the pile of blood beetles being cleaned from all sides of the road.
