C175 Remote Memory

"Wah … My kumashi …" The high-pitched wail still echoed in the corridor of the castle. A certain demon was staring at the unstoppable noise generator. Hey, aren't you the best at handling situations like this? "Think of something, Ibou." Nero rubbed his forehead, which was about to explode from the noise, and could only helplessly ask the professional on his shoulder for help