RRRIP!
A sinister Demon Claw burst from the back of Isaac's neck, stretching out its five fingers. A blood-red fluorescence flowed through its exposed veins as a mysterious aura quietly settled over everyone.
"Why are you out?!" Isaac said nervously, glancing at Prince Norns and his daughter, whose expressions had stiffened.
"HISS HISS?"
'Didn't he say I didn't need to be formal?'
A mouth and an eye opened on the back of the Demon Claw's hand, and it looked at Isaac in confusion.
"...You really don't hold back, do you?" Isaac was speechless.
"Hahaha! It's quite all right. A little excitement is good. Is your Magic Pet a Divine Hand as well? Quite impressive! You're certainly worthy of the Solomon name!" Fortunately, Prince Norns didn't seem to mind and even praised him.
"Hm? 'Also'?" Isaac froze for a second, then turned to Princess Philo beside him. "You have a Divine Hand, too?"
