The Daimon hesitated for a bit, choosing his words while gulping the croissant down his throat. Johan and the others said nothing, patiently waiting for his answer.
"M-my name is Lukas. I was a… human." he said through gritted teeth. He clearly understood that these humans were just liars, pretending to care while planning to kill him using his glaring weakness.
But… he still said his name, feeling a strange warmth when the words escaped his lips.
Johan extended his hand from the chair, leaning a little on the wooden table, and passed him a tall wine glass filled with red wine—which Lukas didn't hesitate to drink, finishing half in just one sip.
"I thought so. Daimons are usually human warriors who failed to control either their Aether or mana—or just meddled with things they shouldn't have… By the way, my name is Johan Von Matilda. I am a healer." Johan said with a soft smile.
Lukas laughed like he had heard the greatest joke of his life.
