You Don't Have His Beauty

June's fingers froze. He turned to Lantis, with his eyes darting at the grand demon's face. Panic bled through his gaze, and his lips pursed before he could speak again. "D… Did something happen to Mr. King? Does he need my help? Can we help him?"

Mandy got up from her seat and pinched the face of the shadow puppet. "No, June. In fact, he needs to do some explaining to do. The reason why we cannot find Jonathan Stallis… is that he took care of all the traces and the hiding spot. It looks like anyone could pay him to do just about anything…"

"…that's…" None of the two grand demons missed the very second when June's brain encountered an error. It was like he knew he should believe these two, but he didn't want to doubt that one man who was nothing but good to him. Then, he remembered that lapses might actually happen. "W-We only know that because that's what Charles Gibson did, right? Let's talk to him… I'll talk to him after…"