章 662: A Fake

Eiro stood there for a moment. He would have attacked the Devil instantly if he didn't realize that this wasn't his real body; just something like a projection of sorts. Obviously, the real devil's body wasn't anywhere near here.

"What do you want? Why would you come here?" Eiro growled, and the Devil scoffed, "I was summoned here, was I not? I was given a blood offering, after all."

With a click of his tongue, Eiro flicked his wrist toward the Orc whose blood was used to summon the Devil. A thin stream of water left his fingertips and enveloped the Orc's hand, quickly healing the wound on his palm, "Get out of here," Eiro said in a commanding tone, speaking in Orcish. The guard wanted to do just as he was told, but before he could even fully stand up, the Devil had already placed his hand onto the monster's shoulder.