“Looks like they finally noticed.”
White Crow murmured while glancing at the small window in the basement.
Beyond the window he was looking up at, several pairs of Inquisitors’ ankles could be glimpsed running back and forth.
[Lucky.]
He had not spoken aloud expecting any particular answer.
Yet the woman draped in bearskin stretched and responded to his words.
[I thought it wouldn’t even last a week.]
Then again, perhaps she had not really been responding.
Just as he had casually muttered to himself without much thought, there was every possibility that the Great Demon had simply happened to voice a monologue that coincidentally lined up with his own.
[Yaaawn.]
What mattered, however, was not what the situation looked like on the surface.
White Crow withdrew his gaze from the window and watched what the Great Demon was doing.
After leaving the bed for the first time in three days, the being was now opening a safe in one corner of the room.
[Ah, this is why working with Sarah is so nice. Everything gets prepared for me.]
The safe, enchanted with preservation magic, was filled with food and drinks prepared in advance.
Naturally, none of it had been made by the two of them.
Sarah’s lovers—perhaps followers would be the better word?—who devoted themselves to her with affection had simply brought everything over beforehand.
“I did not know even Great Demons coveted food.”
Given how much care had gone into it, the food tasted fairly good.
Of course, since she had…