Did I say something strange?Or did he see something?

I looked down and it seemed nothing special except for the hordes of angels posing as demons.

"what happened?"

Deville reacted slowly, as if he was suddenly patted on the shoulder from behind in a tense situation, his whole body trembled undetectably, a pair of black and white eyes slowly lifted up, and looked right at me.

Although he is not showing any signs of expression on the surface, I feel that Deville is very nervous now. Under the magic of hovering, the feathers on the inner sides of the wings are still.

His breathing stopped.

Of course not really stopped, but almost negligible.

Holding your breath to such an extent, it's like tiptoeing close to an unconscious bird, afraid to let out a little sound to scare it away.

Undoubtedly the bird he feared was me.

Why did he think I would be surprised?

From now until now, the only one I have mentioned is Berminer.

Could it be... something happened to Birminger?

There are countless demons who die every day in the Demon Realm. Birminger is the lord of the seventh domain, but he spends most of his thoughts on his position of power, calculating and calculating cautiously all day long, and his hard power is not very strong.

In the Demon Realm, at least Novia and Garcia are stronger than him, not to mention there are many powerful Seraphs in the God Realm, what happened to him, what can I hide?

……

This is the second time I can't help thinking about Garcia.

Who is he?

How come I have no impression of him at all?

Probably seeing my tangled expression, Deville asked softly, "Did you remember anything?"

"No." The feeling of a layer of fog in front of my eyes was really uncomfortable, and I asked: "With your expression, does Birminger die? Did I kill him?"

Although I said early on that Berminer's death would be in my hands sooner or later, as far as I can remember, I didn't really have any intention of killing him.

But he was really unpleasant, he was acting weird all day long, maybe he did something, I couldn't bear it and finally chopped him off.

Deville touched his thin lips: "No."

"Not what? Didn't he die, or didn't I kill it?"

"..."

My question touches the boundary of Deville's answer again.

The same scene must have been played out many times, and it didn't take long for me to adapt to his style with clear boundaries, so I said indifferently, "I'll know when I think about it again, right?"

It is useless to ask.

The seventh realm is not far away, so why not go and see it yourself when you have time?

Besides, if he doesn't tell me, can't I ask other demons?

I left Dwyer and continued on.

Seeing the Devil's Castle from high above, a sense of familiarity came to my face.

I immediately swooped down excitedly, my clothes were blown by the wind, and the tips of my wings drew a smooth arc in midair.

He landed on both feet and stood on the street directly opposite the castle.

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