The magic-Eating monster

Looking back and forth between the two girls, Franz felt something bizarre.

One side definitely gave off an evil aura. It was like the dark, sticky tar he usually felt from cultist bastards.

However, the other side was a bit ambiguous.

Should he say it seemed evil but also didn’t? It was a confusing feeling, as if various things were tangled together.

“Where have I felt this a lot before?”

He carefully retraced his memories, but nothing in particular came to mind.

Well, he could just figure it out from now on.

So there seemed to be no need to pay it much mind.

The work he had to do was the same anyway.

It was the moment Franz organized his thoughts like that...