Daru was about to explode into action the next moment, but before he could, Harlowe indifferently turned away with the same eerie slowness and walked closer to the edge of the ridge, looking down…and watching.
Despite his eyes sewn shut, the demonic jester watched the depressed Rocante descend the ridge.
And laughed.
His unholy cackle, or chuckle, was faint yet extremely unnerving, sending chills down Daru's spine.
Daru wasn't frozen in fear, though, unlike that time with La Filosa.
In fact, he was already thinking of how to slip away.
There were unbelievably two of The Five within thirty diameters from his root hollow.
Daru was already unsure whether he could contend with one, much less two.
It would already be a win if he could escape his sudden, precarious situation unscathed.
'Calm down…' he took a deep breath.
The only one who knew that he was in the root hollow was Harlowe, and it didn't seem like the demonic jester was too interested in attacking him…yet.
