The Great Tomb, upon Demigros's flight back, immediately sought an audience with the Bone King.
"Lord Anzi."
Demigros respectfully performed a gentleman's salute.
"You specifically communicated that there is something important. Couldn't it be said in magic communication?"
The flying squirrel looked at Demigros and frowned. After initial probing, he confirmed that the loyalty of the NPCs in the Great Tomb was still assured, even to the point of being a bit excessive, reaching fanatic levels.
Especially this Demigros, who has been coming up with all sorts of ideas daily, leaving him baffled.
"This time I encountered a very troublesome fellow, and I worry that magical communication might be eavesdropped on."
Demigros said honestly.
"Is it that woman in black silk?"
Yaribed, beside the flying squirrel, was still holding a grudge against Scathach for injuring her.
"No, but I'm not sure if they are in league. This time, a High-Level Demon came over."
