Hearing Aurora call the girl a demon slayer almost made Axel want to laugh.
She didn't look dangerous. She didn't look ancient or terrifying or anything close to what he imagined an actual demon slayer, if they were even real, would be. She looked young. Around his age. Maybe seventeen at best.
But he didn't laugh, because the system warnings were still burning in his vision, and Aurora's tone hadn't left room for doubt.
"A demon slayer?" Axel asked quietly in his head. "Are those real?"
Aurora scoffed at that question. "Of course they are. What, you thought demons just existed and everyone clapped for them? Demons are not exactly humanity's favorite beings, Axel. Naturally, there are other people who dedicate their lives to killing them."
Axel frowned as he watched the girl walk farther ahead. "Then why hasn't she noticed me yet or even detected a demonic presence? Am I being too careful, or is she just terrible at her job?"
