Hearing his companion's words, Gallard's eyes flickered. While nonchalantly edging away from the Grey-robed Mage, he replied, "It's nothing. Just interesting. To think a Star Beast here could actually injure my Servant Demon."
The Grey-robed Mage glanced at Gallard, making no comment on the flimsy excuse, and simply nodded.
A Tier Three Servant Demon might have some standing elsewhere, but in the Star Sea…
It was worthless.
The Grey-robed Mage refused to believe Gallard was unaware of such a simple truth. That, combined with his movement—ostensibly to get a better look at the Divine Corpse, but in reality to put distance between them—made it clear that Gallard was on guard against him.
The Grey-robed Mage wasn't sure why Gallard had suddenly grown so wary, but he didn't dwell on it. 'He's a Mad Witch, after all. Their actions are always unpredictable.'
