Just how long Laharl had sat looking at his journal utterly dumbstruck, not even the demon could have said. It had taken even longer to force his fingers to type something to her, and even longer still to figure out what the hell to even say. After the painted prinny incident and the hallucination or whatever it had been, that journal post had been the last thing he'd ever thought he'd see. He never thought it would actually happen. She'd really end up here.
He almost thought it was just a repeat of before, but as he'd realized, however, hallucinations couldn't use journals. So what did that leave? A trap? Or could this be real this time? His old man seemed to think it was really her, but he'd been just as fooled as Laharl had before.
Whatever this was, he couldn't ignore it. If it was really REALLY her, she would be in danger. The fact her message had gone ignored so far was a stroke of luck, but Laharl was notoriously unlucky here. How long the luck would hold, he had no idea, and didn't care to guess.
Laharl just knew he had to get to her first, before anything or anyone else could. And if he was just walking right into a trick? Well, he'd deal with it, if it was.
He only wished he could get there quicker. Flonne and him were still staying in the hotel near the city center, so getting to Muspelheim wasn't quick, and he'd even hopped onto a train. It had taken an hour, but soon he was approaching the area of the gate.
The young Overlord was definitely anxious. An unsettled feeling had long since sunk into the pit of his stomach. As always, he bottled it beneath his thick exterior the best he could as he began to look around for the person he wanted to see so very much and yet, in a way, did not. Not here.
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He almost thought it was just a repeat of before, but as he'd realized, however, hallucinations couldn't use journals. So what did that leave? A trap? Or could this be real this time? His old man seemed to think it was really her, but he'd been just as fooled as Laharl had before.
Whatever this was, he couldn't ignore it. If it was really REALLY her, she would be in danger. The fact her message had gone ignored so far was a stroke of luck, but Laharl was notoriously unlucky here. How long the luck would hold, he had no idea, and didn't care to guess.
Laharl just knew he had to get to her first, before anything or anyone else could. And if he was just walking right into a trick? Well, he'd deal with it, if it was.
He only wished he could get there quicker. Flonne and him were still staying in the hotel near the city center, so getting to Muspelheim wasn't quick, and he'd even hopped onto a train. It had taken an hour, but soon he was approaching the area of the gate.
The young Overlord was definitely anxious. An unsettled feeling had long since sunk into the pit of his stomach. As always, he bottled it beneath his thick exterior the best he could as he began to look around for the person he wanted to see so very much and yet, in a way, did not. Not here.