After Latina's question, Dale has sat her down on the bed while moving a chair over for him to sit on so that there would be a little bit of distance between them in case this conversation didn't go well.

"Like you said, Latina, I fight with bad people in order to protect others, but they aren't always humans," said Dale.

"Do you mean that you fight with Devils too?" asked a surprised Latina.

"Only those who work in one of the Demon Kings' armies, Devils who only want to hurt and kill humans," said Dale.

"So, I have no choice but to fight them, and I hope that you can forgive me for not telling you this sooner," he said while bowing his head to her.

"You didn't want to scare me so there's nothing to forgive you for, and I also know that not all Devil's are good so I can't blame you for fighting with them," said Latina.

"But I wish everyone could get along," she said with a sad expression while reaching up to the horn that she had broken off.

"Me too, me too," said Dale as he moved so he could hug her. Meanwhile, in an alleyway somewhere in the city.

"That was close," said a hooded man knelt by the garbage, his breathing labored. Suddenly, light began to dance around as some people with torches ran down the road, making her crouch even further.

"Where did it go?!" asked a man.

"I don't know, but it couldn't have gone far with the wound to its leg and it could bleed out at any time," said another.

"Then fan out and find it before the boss finds out that we lost his merchandise and may have even killed it, the thing won't be worth much if dead," said a third man.

"I need to get out of here and find the princess," thought the hooded man while moving away from there as fast as he could, a blood trail being left behind from a cut on his leg while moving.