(“...”)

“...”

Agnes stood behind, speechless at what they were seeing.

“I-is it another angel?” She asked.

Tibaut remained unresponsive. He heard what the demon who fought against Elizabeth could do. What would happen to the both of them if this thing woke up? The only reason he was confident his heart hadn't exploded in a meaty firework was that Agnes’s voice was so soft it wouldn't wake up a guard dog.

He cautiously put his hand over her mouth and then coerced her to walk out of the room with him.

(“Stop being so cautious you idiot. Get a better look at her.”)

(“We're not doing this asshole! I'm not gonna risk my life against one of those.”)

(“Get a better look at her first before you start clinging to your mortality.”)

He did his best to inch away from her silently but reluctantly gave her another look.

(“Huh?”)

(“She's harmless in her current state.”)

He let Agnes go and she was the first to speak.

“Is she dead?” She asked.

There was a massive gash in her stomach travelling down into her left leg. He could comfortably fit his fist in there if he so chose. There was a dark substance inside her wound but she didn't seem to be bleeding.

(“She appears to be in a comatose state.”)

Tibaut took a solid half of a minute to catch his breath before approaching it further. Agnes watched on in caution.

He placed his hand against her chest and felt a heartbeat.

(“Of course she's alive, you idiot, you saw her breathing.”)

(“Shut up, I was just curious. But how'd this happen? And how'd she end up like this.”)

(“Do you not see the bone and dust around you? It was obvious a battle took place here and given the fact it's been taken by new occupants it's obvious the defending side lost.”)

(“No, but… how's she still alive?”)

(“Demons can live indefinitely if they don't take substantial damage. It seems this wasn’t enough to kill her. Enough chatter, kill her already.”)

(“Woah, why are we doing that?”)

Even if she was a demon, it just seemed a bit cruel to kill her in this state. She was defenceless and who knows maybe demons in this world could be reasoned with.

(“Hmm, it seems your knowledge of isekai is making you reluctant. How boring. Boy how long do you think she has been here?”)

(“Uh, well… it can't be.”)

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He remembered a statement uttered by the drake earlier and looked at the demon in shock.

(“No way. She would have died by now, wouldn't she?”)

(“It seems you've figured it out. Yes, she's at least seven hundred years old. Though it'd be more realistic to assume she was already over a hundred when this dungeon was sieged, so over eight hundred being realistic.”)

He crouched down to get a better look at her and his fear quickly turned to curiosity.

(“Holy shit, seriously!? Do they just look like that forever?”)

(“Yawn, just kill her already, what's the holdup?”)

He looked all over her body but there was no sign of old age. No wrinkles and not a single grey hair. She also had immaculate skin for what was a demon.

(“What? Want to use her or something? Go ahead but I'm sure it'll impact your relationship with the blue-haired woman poorly if you don't-”)

Tibaut slanted his eyes.

(“You're gross. I wasn't going to do anything like that.”) He said in disgust.

(“Really? I've seen your memories. Besides it's not necrophilia if that's what you're concerned about. She's nice and alive, like in those lewd comics you read about with sleeping wom-”)

(“Enough, enough, enough!!!! Why are you so insistence on killing her?”)

(“If you saw a half-dead cockroach would you also not feel the urge to stomp on it?”)

(“Ugh, can you at least guarantee she's evil? What if she actually helped the humans out huh!?”) He weakly argued. He believed she could be evil but at the same time, killing her without proof felt somewhat wrong.

(“Now you're just being a contrarian for the sake of it. But now that I think about it…”) She went silent for a few moments. (“Ah yes, that did happen, didn't it? Haha, do as you please with her. I can even give you a trick to rehabilitate her.”)

Tibaut gulped at the drake's sudden 180° and broke into a cold sweat.

(“...I think she can stay right there now that I think about it.”)

No. You wanted this. Now follow my words human.

He sighed as he felt her voice echo throughout his head. He could disobey but the only person that'd be a disadvantage to is himself.

(“Don't worry human. While I find your kind repulsive disgusting wretched filthy vile loathsome depraved detestable a mixed bag, you're my creation so I'll never purposefully lead you to your downfall. And more importantly, it's been quite some time since I have tormented a demon. She must be quite useless if my sister hasn't revived her. Oh, I can't wait to see how she reacts to this modern era.”)

(“As long as I'm not on the chopping block. Sorry Ms. Demon but it seems you've caught her attention.)”

During all of this, Agnes watched him as he silently crouched observing the red-skinned woman.

(“Don't tell me he has a thing for women with horns and wings!?”)

While that was true to an extent, this current scenario had nothing to do with that answer.

(“So what do I do?”) He asked.

(“Just release your mana. You've done it before, correct?”)

(“That's it?”)

(“Yes, now hurry, I'm curious to see her reaction.”)

He prepared himself and started releasing it but almost immediately he could feel something odd. Or the lack thereof.

The atmosphere didn't feel stuffy when he did it. As he wondered why he opened his eyes to see her wound healing.

(“Oh it seems she has the ability to heal herself, how lucky.”)

(“How is she doing that?”) He asked.

From Agnes’s perspective, this seemed like a miracle.

(“W-were they communicating?”) She wondered.