Esther and Beelzebub took off after that. The silence was killing them but Esther didn't want to give another second thought about Beelzebub. The simple thought about him could swing her mood, making her to feel dumb for letting herself swayed every second.

His action pulled string to her emotions but Beelzebub had made it clear to her that he wasn't interested in her. 

Esther wasn't someone shameless enough or foolish enough to let herself be swayed by a man who had rejected her.

Her heart was still stinging in pain whenever she thought about Beelzebub's disinterest on her which only prove to her how her love can't simply disappear in a single night. Ironically, Beelzebub lost his interest on her in a faint second of days.

Esther had been walking while ignoring her tired legs. When she climbed over the taller hills, her legs lose its energy all of a sudden, causing her to slip and almost fall.

Beelzebub who was behind her quickly race his hand and pulled her by her waist.

Esther was taken aback by the fall but was even more startled when she saw Beelzebub's face so close to her. For seconds, Esther was lost on the red eyes, her focus and her entire thought were wiped away and her center of attention settled only on his crimson eyes that was always so clear with its emotions. 

Beelzebub lips open for his frown to tightened, "Sigh," he whispered, exasperatedly huffing out his breaths with a a tired expression.

Esther was elated at first but her feelings was quickly washed away when her ears caught his tired sigh deeply from his heart. The way he sighed, pierce another thorn to her heart.

Did Beelzebub felt tired of her? Now that she thought about it, she could only think of how bothersome her presence was near him. In the beggining, she was here to help him but she hadn't showed anything that could help him. Worse, she had forced him to spew out his true emotion with her action that might seem clingy.

It wasn't strange for Beelzebub to feel tired of her who would seem like a great deal of bother at the moment. But it was inevitable for her heart to be shattered as well.

"I slipped, sorry and thank you," whispered Esther quickly. She felt her throat getting drier but something seemed to well up on her eyes. Yet no matter how many glassy layers her eyes created, she won't cry. She refused to cry.

Beelzebub watched her as she pulled herself together, climbing toward the hills without his help and clenched his fists together, hardening his heart yet again. If he could, he wanted to kill himself for being vulnerable but this was the only method to protect Esther from her to his eyes.

When they arrived at the building which where his uncle was said to be witness in, Beelzebub entered first. Esther was now made up of gloomy clouds but she didn't let her sadness hinder her from focusing on their main agenda. 

Beelzebub kicked the door. His mood wasn't at the best and once he entered the lower demons who sensed the presence of a higher demon quickly clamped their mouth and the once rowdy store became dead silent. 

The shopkeeper looked at Beelzebub cautiously. He still didn't forget the time in which a higher demon came to his shop, making a mess which he have to cover the expanse of cleaning everything on his own.

Regardless, he was a simple lesser demon. Alas in front of a higher demon, he turned meek, "Is there anything you need, sire?"

Semi-ignoring the man, Beelzebub looked left and right. Based on the description Venervy gave him, there should be a man sitting on one of the table with the face of his uncle. He carefully looked into their faces but found none. 

"You can't find him?" Esther asked, her voice still turn dry as she tried to talk with Beelzebub but she tried to not let it shown.

"He's not here," Beelzebub replied. When his deep red eyes which always held authority moved over the shopkeeper who flinched in response, he picked out the money bag from his pocket, tossing it to the counter. "A man, late thirties, tall but not taller than me. A bit on the heavy side, white hair, deep red eyes, and a high demon. There should be a scar on his neck that looked deep enough as if his head was cut before."

At first, the shopkeeper was confused by the description. His eyes, however, glimmered at the sight of money and at once, he understood what he had to do.

"Yes! Yes! I remember that person. There's not many high demons visiting this place as you see our shop is located on the bad side of the towns even if we—" the man stopped when Beelzebub hit the table twice, warning him to stop drifting away from the main question. The man cleared his throat and spoke again, "However, I remember the man not having the scar you describe. His features was strong and he did looked slightly similar to you."

Beelzebub's eyes widened. Out of anger he slammed his fist to the counter, breaking it to halves. The shopkeeper flew away to the walls, as if he was trying to become one with it. 

On the other hand, Esther was also shocked at his outburst of anger. She can't help but place a hand to his shoulder. 

"Calm down. Don't let your emotion handles you," she said gently.

Beelzebub looked at her while everyone in the shop hide from Beelzebub's sight, watching how there was only a single person who still manage to converse with the high demon when everyone was scared of his wrath. 

"It's that bastard. There's no mistaken it," Beelzebub said. "I tried to sense him around here. Although I can't sense him, I can feel the faint traces of him here."

Esther acted fast, she shifted her gaze to the shopkeeper who still press his back on the wall. "How many times have he came here and do you know where he is staying at?"

"I- He came here for a single time every week. It's around tomorrow evening. As for where he is staying I am not sure. But he would often sit on the back of the room, rarely talking to people or making contact with anyone," The shopkeeper gulped when he met Beelzebub's eyes, fear crawling under his skin. "If you wait here tomorrow, I am sure he would come!"

Esther nodded her head. Thinking fast, she said, "We should wait for tomorrow on a nearby inn. If he's here, we shouldn't waste our time and confront your uncle."

Beelzebub closed his eyes tightly before swishing away. Esther looked at the money pouch before taking it to her hands and pluck a few crystals before placing it back to the broken counter. Realizing there was no place for her to put the money bag, she decided to place it on the floor, in front of the shopkeeper. 

"There should be enough for you to fix the broken counter by tomorrow and don't act strange or odd in front of that man," Esther looked at the man who nodded her head vigorously. The shopkeeper took the initiative to take the money bag when Esther stepped over it with the back of her heels. "Remember, if our task failed because of you, I will make sure you're fed to the demon wolves. Coincidentally that man from earlier own a few of them."

The man gulped in reply and nodded his head again in silence. Esther saw his threaten seem to have worked and took off from the shop. 

She searched for Beelzebub once she stepped out off the shop when from behind someone had held her by her wrist. Startled, Esther immediately reached out her hand to the person's neck when she realized it was Beelzebub who had pulled her by her hands.

His eyes glimmered when looking at her and his smile played slowly on his lips in a mischievous and sinful way. Even though it was only for a split of second, she could see the sudden difference from Beelzebub. If before he appeared serious, at the moment those seriousness seemed as though it had disappeared.

His current self looked gentle, too gentle even though he had gave her an icy cold shoulder during the entire journey. 

The way he smiled also changed as his focus on her appeared tender.

"Good girl," Beelzebub whispered, his deep voice tickled her. "Thank you for helping me straightened up that dumb demon."

"I only don't want us to stuck in a loop without an answer," Esther answered, keeping her reply in a calm tone but Beelzebub had noticed her ears that had gotten red.

He leaned forward, taking in her sweet scent before his fangs showing from the corner of his lips when he took a delicious bite over Esther's ears. 

The people who saw them quickly scattered away, fearing the high demon who appeared to be feeding on a poor human woman.

It was true that Beelzebub had eat her, but not in the way her flesh would be torn apart for him to eat. Instead, she was bitten! 

"W- What are you doing?!" Esther pushed him away. Her hands that were pressed between their body tried to force him away from her but Beelzebub didn't budge. 

He wistfully chuckled. His large hand taking over her hand and placing it on the side of his face, stealing her attention to look at him and him alone. 

He pressed her hand over his cheeks again, his lips slowly moving nearer to her palm, give her anticipation that he would kiss her hand.

"You're warm. Why is that?" Beelzebub asked. "Is it your blood that is warm or your body heat, Esther?"