After hearing Salvatore's narration, Annan suddenly became interested.
"Is there a mystery that even Valtore-senpai hasn't solved yet?"
"Don't call her 'Vatore', it's really weird... I feel like I've turned into a girl."
Salvatore complained casually: "And what is the name of senior sister? Isn't she my shadow? We are obviously the same person..."
"Of course it's because, in most cases, Senior Valtore is much more reliable than you, Senior Sal."
Annan said unceremoniously: "Aren't you just a Vatore launcher? I called senior and senior separately, obviously to treat you well, otherwise it would be senior Sal and her male base."
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"
A hoarse, deep, and imposing voice sounded from beside Salvatore.
A liquid shadow like waves condensed on the side behind Salvatore.
A female demon head made of pure shadow with sharp horns sprouted from Salvatore's left shoulder.
A hoarse, loud and neutral voice with a deep echo that reminded Annan of Shiro Ichigo sounded from her mouth: "You are right, my majesty!"
Salvatore slapped himself on the shoulder angrily.
The tar-like liquid shadow was immediately shot back, or rather hid, and resurfaced from behind Salvatore's other shoulder.
"Thal, this idiot's body is so useless that it is not even worthy of being my body!"
Miss Shadow, who was named "Vatore" by Annan, did not hesitate to laugh almost wildly: "When encountering a problem, this idiot can only pathetically ask me for help, Your Majesty!"
"You bastard, get back here!"
Salvatore became angry and slapped Shadow on the back of the head.
But his ability to restrain shadows has obviously become much weaker after he advanced. It's like Salvatore's state after being injected with the Philosopher's Stone.
Shadow ignored him completely.
Instead, there was a pure black devil's hand that was as sticky as petroleum and had protruding joints, protruding from Salvatore's heart. After it was separated from Salvatore's body, it quickly became dry...
The texture is like air-dried beef jerky.
It completely ignored Salvatore's "really holding" his arm and stretched out his skinny demon hand towards Annan. Salvatore's weak strength could not shake the demon's right arm, which was full of muscles.
This made his harsh rebuke sound more like weak coquettishness.
The shadow's move made Victor, who stood behind Annan and Kafni as solemnly as a butler, narrow his eyes slightly.
But Annan just told him that it didn't matter.
As Kafni released Annan, Annan stood up and tidied his somewhat messy hair.
Then, he stretched out his left hand towards the devil.
"The Grand Duke's right hand must always hold the three-color scepter tightly."
Annan said warmly: "Is this hand... okay?"
"certainly!"
Shadow's hoarse voice with overlapping echoes sounded again.
It wasn't that a new head emerged from Salvatore this time.
Instead, while his entire head retracted, in the palm of Shadow's right hand stretched out from Salvatore's chest, a mouth with teeth opened: "You have the final say!"
As it spoke, the knuckles and joints of the right hand suddenly turned from the right arm to the left arm with an instant click.
The mouth in the palm of its hand suddenly pulled itself back like a zipper and disappeared into the palm of its hand.
And as it shook hands with Annan, the entire upper body of "Vatorre" emerged from Salvatore's chest.
It was a demon made of pure darkness.
She has two curved horns, strong arms that are so long that they must be folded, solid black sclera... and scarlet vertical pupils.
This is undoubtedly an inhumane element.
Her entire arm was pure black, but as she approached her shoulders, the color gradually faded and turned into a light gray, as if she suddenly ran out of ink.
From her arms to the back, she also has about three to four characteristics of Salvatore's appearance, but an extremely feminine and soft face, and unnaturally long black hair that looks like tentacles...
An arrogant smile without any humility, slender shoulders, and a plump chest directly exposed.
The devil and the girl.
The two completely opposites hatched into one in Salvatore.
"This is already our second meeting, my lord."
"Senior Sister Vatore" showed an unabashedly happy smile: "I like the name you gave me very much."
"As long as you like it... I guess you will come out."
Annan said gently: "So I want to ask you about your specific situation again.
"After all, you are much more reliable than Senior Sal."
"Of course, hahahahahaha"
"Senior Vatore" laughed proudly.
Salvatore looked sad and complained loudly: "What are you so happy about? Annan is just saying polite words!"
"Idiot, this is called telling the truth! You can't understand it with your IQ!"
Shadow stretched out his hand to hold the top of Salvatore's head, turned around and leaned against his face, and said louder: "Be quiet, idiot! You are moving around and struggling, making it difficult for me to come out.
Oh you idiot!"
"...This is obviously my body..."
Salvatore's voice became aggrieved.
But he really did not continue to resist the existence of "Vatorre".
"Vatore" was visibly relieved.
"keep quiet!"
She gave another instruction.
She appeared from Salvatore's body in a half-length posture. It was obviously difficult to use more visible values to the naked eye, that is, the "ink" on her body was gradually being consumed.
It's like gradually emptying the ink sac into a clean pen.
Starting from her shoulders, the dividing line between black and gray gradually moved forward toward her arms.
This kind of position, where it got stuck halfway out of Salvatore's chest, was obviously not particularly comfortable.
She propped her overly long ferocious left arm on the sofa beside her, shook her head to loosen the long hair that looked like it was disguised as tentacles, and then continued to say to Annan: "Sarna
Everything the idiot says is nonsense.
"He just wanted to show you that he didn't do nothing, so he deliberately made the story about Philip so mysterious. He used this method to promote himself."
"Senior Vatore" first conducted some "self-criticism" and then explained: "Actually, we have already investigated part of the results... probably when he sent you the letter, but you haven't come yet.
During these days.
"Those nobles who surrendered to Prince Philip, a fat man with a sweet tooth, actually have something in common."
After she got out, her voice became less deep, but it still sounded hoarse and noisy. Rather, because her voice became clearer, the sharpness caused by the echo became more obvious.
"That is, they are all old men with one foot in the coffin!"