Amidst the sound of rain, that somewhat peculiar tune, yet inexplicably memorable whistle gradually faded. Thus, Shard thought to himself in front of the flower shop—
"Demon Vision."
The darkened view gained a slight curve, but aside from that, Shard did not observe any traces related to demons, and he was finally relieved:
"I didn't sense any elements during the handshake earlier either. It seems I was just being paranoid. What an interesting person. In this world, there must be more such interesting people and stories, right?"
He pondered, then looked back at the wilted rose in the flower shop window, wondering where in which city he would next look up and see the demonologist Sean Asmon walking toward him.
[Do you really think it's normal to meet this way every time?]
Shard slowly picked up the umbrella, extinguished the candle, and put away the half-burnt candle:
"So next time, when I arrive in a brand new city, I plan to always carry the [Demon Hunting Seal]."
