Dean Morton : The Paupers' Guardian Angel

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He looks around as he walks down the corridor. The place is so quiet, because all the people are outside now, attracted by the commotion created by Namsqeem, both the soldiers, and also the researchers.

“I don’t know if you still remember all the people you saved during the demon’s raid in Eyeshire,” says Bradley. “Actually, one of them is my mom. I joined the military by using you as a role model, and got my chance to be transferred to this place. Do you know what they do here?”

“They create hypfisaxus through a fusion between gibbons and specters,” says Dean, as he keeps following him from behind.

“So, you already knew.”

“Then, what are you doing here? You should know that it was this kind of demon who almost killed your mom,” says Dean.

“I intend to expose it,” says Bradley. “As I worked here while collecting my evidence, I also learned later on that these demons aren’t the bad ones.”

“Heh! You won’t be able to say such naïve things if I didn’t save your mom,” Dean sneers.

“Maybe,”