No matter how much Abel looked around, he couldn't feel any sign of Specter.
"It's definitely over," he muttered softly, surveying his shattered surroundings.
But then, a sudden thought crossed his mind.
'Oh, this is the territory of a half-demon. What if that guy doesn't like it?'
In general, fairies were very nature-friendly. He could have held a grudge against Abel for destroying trees and rocks like this. Feeling a little nervous, Abel turned back, when suddenly, he heard the sound of wings flapping.
Booooooo!
—Wow! What are you?
However, it wasn't the reaction Abel had been worried about.
A half-demon was closely examining him, as if looking at something new. The creature circled around, clutching a massive battle axe.
"A passerby," Abel replied. "The Specter was bothering me, so I just dealt with him. What, is there a problem?"
—No? That's great! I was sick of those rotten bastards roaming my land. Thanks for clearing them out.
