"Woah, you worked for thirty years? That’s really amazing."0

"Hehe. There’s nothing to brag about slaving away that long…"0

As kids her age tended to be, Ira was full of curiosity. Dex thought it was fate that brought them together. He figured he was the only one who could answer her questions after spending thirty years here.0

"Ah, then you must have been the ace of the mine before you got sick."0

"I wasn’t quite an ace… but I used to have decent yield before my hands got like this." Dex looked down at his trembling hands, worn from gripping the pickaxe for so long, and said, "There were quite a few who got help from me too."0

"But what good is that? They all turned instantly at the mention of a reward."0

"Haha… That’s just how it is. We’re demons after all."0

Dex didn’t mind that Ira treated him like a grandfather even though they had only known each other for a few days. In fact, he felt genuinely thankful to have met her before he died.0

It’s interesting to think there’s another demon like me…0

A typical demon considered being born alone and dying in solitude a virtue, however, Dex thought differently. The fact that...0