"Phew!"
Gamma took a deep breath, calming herself down.
However.
Her heart was still beating fast.
"Alright. Now go work hard at training."
Ayato spoke. "Your magical power is astonishing. I believe you'll be very suited to casting spells."
"Mm. I won't let you down, Brother Ayato."
Gamma clenched her small fists firmly and walked toward the training ground outside.
Her pace was very determined, determination in her eyes.
However...
Thud!
After just a few steps, her steady pace stumbled, and she fell flat on the ground.
"..." xN
What the hell?
A trip on flat ground?
"Um... when training magic, stay further away from the other companions to avoid accidental injuries."
Ayato twitched his mouth, feeling that his judgment might have been wrong.
Her motor skills... were just too poor.
Several days later.
The night grew deep.
Gold Panther tribe.
"What's happening outside?"
Zeta looked at the firelight surrounding the entire tribal land, a look of worry on her face.
Creak.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and a short-haired man wearing sunglasses walked in quickly.
"Zeta, you need to leave here now."
"Father."
Seeing the person who had come, Zeta instinctively asked, "What's happening?"
"Why do I need to run?"
"It's the Cult of Diabolos. Their target is most likely you."
Looking at Zeta, the eyes behind the sunglasses were complex.
As a descendant of a legendary hero...
He naturally knew that so-called demonization was nothing but deceptive nonsense.
The reason he had locked Zeta up was only to protect her.
And now.
No matter what, he could not let her fall into the Cult's hands.
He stared at Zeta and said seriously, "No matter what happens, you must survive."
"Now, leave quickly."
After speaking, without waiting for Zeta's answer, the sunglassed man's figure flashed and headed straight for the village entrance.
"Father..."
Watching his back, Zeta wanted to chase after him.
But soon.
She stopped, falling into thought.
If they were only coming for her, running away wouldn't bring trouble to her tribe.
But...
There were just too many of them, weren't there?
She looked at the dense figures swarming in from all directions.
This situation...
No matter how she thought about it, they weren't targeting her alone.
It was probably more than enough to wipe out the entire Gold Panther tribe.
Zeta clenched her fist, her fingers turning white.
Although her strength was decent...
In a battle like this, she didn't have the power to turn things around.
After a moment of silence, she took out the flyer Ayato had given her.
Legendary Devils...
Were they real?
Probably fake.
But... what if?
Zeta didn't hesitate. She stared at the Devil flyer and silently recited, "Mr. Devil, please answer my call."
Her gaze was determined.
If it didn't work...
Then she would die with everyone.
But the next moment.
Light bloomed in her eyes.
Hum!
An obscure, complex magic circle spun out from the flyer.
The next moment.
Ayato's figure appeared, landing on the ground.
He looked at Zeta and smiled. "I knew we would meet again."
"So, what wish have you summoned me to grant?"
Zeta's eyes widened.
It had actually appeared.
She had only tried on a whim.
Who would have thought a miracle would really happen.
She said instinctively, "Are you really a Devil?"
"One hundred percent genuine."
Ayato replied as a pair of Devil Wings unfurled.
Seeing this.
Zeta's pupils trembled violently.
Devils... were actually real?
But this Devil's appearance was completely different from the legends.
But now.
That didn't matter.
Zeta steadied herself, determination appearing in her eyes.
"Mr. Devil, can you grant my wish?"
"Speak."
"I want you to save my parents and relatives."
"Of course."
Hearing this, Ayato agreed without hesitation.
For him, all of this was a piece of cake.
Ayato looked at the Cult forces surrounding the village and said calmly, "The so-called crisis... is these people, right?"
"Yes."
Zeta nodded, her voice low. "Although they say they're here for me..."
"I am very uneasy."
"I feel... it's not that simple."