The Devil’s Contract (2)

Super called me.

With my information already in Blood Demon’s hands, it made even less sense for Super not to know who I was.

I was just a little flustered that Super had contacted me directly so soon. It wasn’t exactly surprising.

“……I’m not the Heavenly Demon.”

Of course, I’d judged the situation rationally in my head, but my mouth lightly betrayed my will.

Apparently, the psychological pressure of boldly declaring, ‘I am the Heavenly Demon,’ was too much.

It wasn’t long ago—no, not even a few hours ago—that Blood Demon had beaten the crap out of me and nearly kidnapped me.

If that was what happened to me at the hands of the No. 2-ranked Awakened, there was no way I could calmly speak in front of the No. 1.

Sure, Super wasn’t some reckless lunatic like Blood Demon, but all I knew was the ‘perfect Super’ image shown in the media. I had no way of knowing what Josh Richards was really like as a person.

Just looking at Wizard Gallery, wasn’t Super constantly getting bashed as a hypocrite who was different on the inside...