This flight was not entirely successful...

Now in front of Malbonte, on her knees and with a bag over her head, sat a girl. He clearly remembered her.

Crouching in front of her, Malbonte tore the sack from her head. He peered into her face, analyzing her character and attention.

"Welcome to my camp."

Calmly and with his usual tone, without taking his eyes off, the demon said.