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From the bloated spirit in front of him, one could still hear other sounds, like the noise of leather friction and the muffled murmuring through something. Vaul hung his head low, as if he was certain the scent belonged to his master. Lyle looked at Vaul's blood-red eyes that were almost non-functional, they say eyes are the windows to the soul, then the soul Lyle saw in Vaul was locked tight, beyond imagination was the contract he must have made with Naslan, that kept the servant's will proceeding within this collapsing soul.
Like the breaths of a beast, this persisted three times before Lyle, the Evil Spirit's expression contorted, and the spiritual body convulsed, seemingly with great difficulty even maintaining a crouching position.
"That... Mr. Vaul, there's no need for such reverence, just remain in your natural state."
