Although that was not magic.
It could still be considered a form of Extraordinary Power.
Looking at Kamu, who was lost in thought, Zakro's lips curled into a smile as he leisurely closed his eyes.
"...We've prepared this pawn long enough; it's time to put it to use."
...
Black Wind Castle, headquarters of the Sawtooth Chamber of Commerce.
As night fell, the only room still lit in the three-story building was Grock Juchi's.
Gazing out at the gradually extinguishing giant Magic Crystal Lamp Post, Grock looked solemn, hands behind his back as if lost in thought.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze brushed behind him.
Feeling the movement behind him, Grock's long ears twitched slightly as he quickly turned, seeing a Demon with its wings folded, sitting on the sofa, playing with his teacups.
The visitor was none other than Night Song, Zakro's servant — a gargoyle with Platinum Level strength.