"Uh… This is…"
As if after a comfortable sleep, Grimm woke up and found himself in his Demon-Hunter Castle.
He stumbled upon a very familiar scene. The books on the shelves, bottles of experimental specimens, the quiet room, the towering Destructive Energy Reaction Logger, the Tree of Life outside the room swaying and dancing along with the breeze, and warm sunlight casting into the room through the window.
"Oh yes! The Demon-Hunting expedition to the Infernal Spirit World… Ah! Demon-hunting expedition to the Infernal Spirit World? What is that?"
Grimm looked like a person with amnesia. He shook his somewhat disoriented head, initiated a will and Little Myna appeared on his shoulder.
"Caw caw, Master, what can I do for you?"
Little Myna's mouth was stuffed with marshmallows, he was licking nonstop with his tongue.