章 263: Despair of the forgotten

"Wait... Where was it again?" Eiro muttered to himself as his mind started to feel hazy. As if he wasn't able to think properly all of a sudden, "What am I even saying, it's right over there." 

Slowly, the Demon managed to remember the way back to his home, the manor, and treaded through the heavy snow into that direction, still as absent-mindedly as before. He walked up the steps as the snow covered his whole body and started to stick to him, creating a slight layer.

Eiro walked up the steps to his front door and knocked on the wooden surface a few times, "Why am I not just opening it..?" The Demon thought to himself, but before he was able to figure this out for himself, someone opened the door up.

It was James, who immediately stuck a dagger into Eiro's face, nearly pushing it into his nose, "Who are you?!" He exclaimed, "Are you with the Demi-Lich?"