Leandro was overcome by a strange feeling. For some reason, Prince Morres’s words had sounded almost like a final testament.
—The outcome is already fixed, and there is enough Causality, so from now on, someone else will show you the way.
Especially to Leandro, who himself wore a human body, those words seemed to carry a somewhat different meaning.
Could he possibly be saying he intended to hand over a perfectly good body to another demon?
‘No. That makes no sense. A demon voluntarily handing a body it has already claimed over to someone else? That could never happen!’
If not for the desperation Leandro had glimpsed in the prince’s eyes, he would have strongly suspected that Prince Morres was setting some sort of trap.
But those eyes.
Those eyes, shining with desperate earnestness like a candle trembling in the wind yet struggling not to go out, made Leandro remember the demon who had first summoned him into this world.
—Along with handing over my power, I’ll transfer the contract as well, Solander. Unless something unexpected happens, you should have quite a long time ahead of you. So from here on, you’ll have to manage on your own.
The demon had said those words with a face overflowing with lingering attachment.
But that had happened under rather exceptional circumstances. So even if she had done something utterly unlike a demon and carefully handed what belonged to her over to Leandro, it had merely been the only choice…