A Promise is a Promise

Pastel glared at Dad, Igeul-igeul.

Igeul-igeul.

Jigeul-jigeul.

Grilled Pork Belly.

Gasp!

Come to think of it, there was something she had to do when she met Dad. Pointing a Finger at Dad, she quickly turned to Lord Demon.

"Lord Demon, Sortie! Hit him hard!"

Dad, a frail Scholar, might have his life flash before his eyes from Lord Demon's super-super Punch, but wouldn't he still deserve it?

Yap-yap!

Bash-bash...