Leandro walked across the wasteland without sleeping a wink.
Since his body had no particular need for rest, he judged that the more diligently he moved, the more demons he would be able to hunt.
Then, shortly before dawn, he arrived at a small village.
Upon spotting a shabby inn at the village entrance, Leandro opened the door without hesitation, stepped inside, and ordered breakfast.
He did not feel hunger, but periodic intake of nutrients was necessary if he wanted his body to move violently whenever the need arose.
“What? Breakfast? Damn it! What the hell are you asking for at this hour…?”
The innkeeper glared at Leandro through sleep-heavy eyes.
But then he noticed the outlines of the curved swords beneath Leandro’s ragged robe and the dark Exorcist uniform beneath it, and his words trailed off.
Above all, there were Leandro’s eyes.
His fierce gaze, gleaming with a dry bloodred light, was more than enough to make the innkeeper tremble beneath an inexplicable sense of intimidation, even though Leandro had no particular intention of frightening him.
The innkeeper hurriedly swallowed the curse that had been about to burst from his mouth.
“…Just sit down and wait a bit.”
While waiting for the food to arrive, Leandro carefully took a gyrocompass from a consecrated pouch.
The gyrocompass, which reacted sensitively to Demonic Energy, was an important…