These Demons Do it for Free

"Yeah, no."

The voice was flatly dismissive, cutting through Bongshik’s words with an uncharacteristically firm tone. It was as unemotional as ever, but there was a subtle hint of irritation that wasn’t usually there.

“Mea? Are you back today?”

“…Yeah.”

“Oh, I’m here too, hehe.”

Behind Mea, a girl with pink hair waved awkwardly, her hand fluttering in the air. She didn’t even need to crane her head to be seen. Mea’s height was, regrettably, certified as “shorter” than Ray by the dwarf Svanbjorn. If Priscilla were just a bit taller, Mea might as well be her chest stand.

“Priscilla, it’s been a while. I heard you’re paired up with Mea. Did you go on this mission together?”

“Yes, yes!”

Priscilla’s pink hair swung wildly as she nodded vigorously. She seemed annoyed by the long strands of hair brushing against her, and Mea waved a hand to clear them out of the way.

"Looks like she's trying to swat a bug away."

Mea, failing to shake off Priscilla glued behind her, eventually realized it’d be faster just to walk inside herself, so she plodded in with a determined stride.

“That thing you mentioned earlier.”

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Mea lightly hopped onto the stool next to me and continued.

“It’s pointless. If anyone was in the third sector back then, they’d already know.”