>>6051067>>6051136>>6051279>>6051291>>6051297https://files.catbox.moe/kcr2zn.mp3Your eyes darted frantically, searching the tiny imp for any signs of life. No bleeding, no bruises … surely, she was just unconscious? You edged closer to the demon maid’s body, then turned your head once the echo of Miranna’s came near.
This was her fault, damn it! You spat a low scoff, making your way up the stairs.
You heard her hum, before a blazing row of luminaries flooded the walls in newborn scarlet glow.
Narrowing your eyes, you glared at Miranna’s skulking shadow and demanded, “Are you out of your mind?”
Her silhouette emerged out of the crimsoned gloom, talons scraping at the dense worn stone.
She appeared with a lopsided, self-congratulatory smirk. “Do you second-guess yourself some more, hero?”
You lifted your hands to your head, hovering inches from your softly-edged hair. “You—” Hissing, you grabbed the she-demon by her wrist and pulled her to the bottom of the stairs towards the fiend’s still body.
“I slammed into her!” you said, your voice heightened by the walls. You drew sharp breath. “Did I end up killing her?”
Miranna glanced at the imp behind your shoulder. “No, dead demons look different.”
“Different … how?”
Miranna clawed at her neck. “I’m not sure how to describe, but you’ll know once you kill a demon!”
You had no desire to kill anyone, demons or not. You gestured towards the imp in the frilled black-red dress. “Then she is fine?”
Miranna’s tattered cloak momentarily morphed into heaps of feathers, lifting her off the ground for a quick leap.
“Fine is a stretch,” Miranna drawled, as if she couldn’t be bothered. “It seems like you jumbled her brain a bit.”
“You practically hurled me at her,” you threw back. “Fine. Forget that. Just help her in someway.”
She regarded you with folded arms, her eyebrow raising. “Why do you care? She’s just some low-rank castlekeeper.”
“That shouldn’t matter. She did nothing wrong” —you paused— “to me, and she was supposed to relay on your answer!”
“I guess she won’t,” Miranna muttered, weaving her talons together; they cracked like an old pipe organ.
“If she suffered a head injury, we have to help her,” you said.
“I thought we were short on time, hero? Are you planning to wait for her to awaken? We could nudge her for that. Give her a shake.”
> Since its Miranna’s fault, ask her to bring some of her pillows from her chamber to put under the imp.> Miranna is likely well-versed in the layout of the Citadel. Direct her to find the nearest room for the imp.> Send Miranna to find another demon who might be able to offer the imp a better assistance.> [Write In] 