Crescent stared at the man in front. She tried to assess his words, and despite his warm smile flashing at her, her hands were shaking while beads of sweat rolled over her forehead.
"M-My soul is not available for you to take," she uttered, summoning all of her courage to speak.
"That's one disappointing answer. I thought I would have something new in my collections," the demon replied.
"You better thank Piero; otherwise, I would take it by force," he added.
Then, he put his hand on the top of the elf's head without averting his gaze away from her. Crescent wanted to push his arm, but she couldn't do so; her strength was nowhere to be found as fear enveloped her mind.
However, she felt her emotions spinning, swirling around when, the next moment, the demon messed her hair a little before moving forward, passing through Crescent's side.
