Yarin's POV:
Now, the only people who were still conscious in the entire broadcast station were Azazel and me.
"She's always been a little neurotic. She's been like this for hundreds of years. Sometimes, I can feel a little bit of the helplessness of a father in the human world from her," Azazel said.
"There's no possibility that the problem lies with you?" I asked coldly. "Your discipline and control have made her this way. I won't admit that a lunatic is my 'little aunt'."
"Aunt? Haha, don't say that." Azazel acted as if he had heard a joke. "She's just an insignificant mortal. She can't be compared to your mother and aunt."
"... Are all demons as bad as you? You look down on someone but still let her treat you as her father?"
"If you've seen other demons, boy, you'll know I'm a saint compared to them."
I'd be dumb if I believed him.
