Tristan had a ridiculous smile when he saw the horn of the Demon King. "No way. I've been in and out of the pocket space, but I didn't even know you had the horn of the Demon King."

"It's understandable, since I sealed it beneath dozens of layers,” I said.

If the black mana of the Demon King’s horn hadn’t been sealed, I would have already been caught by my father or my grandfather when I brought it out from the holy place.

"But when that monster opened the pocket space, you didn't get caught. Even though the Blade family's instincts are almost like foresight,” Tristan said, thinking it was unexpected.

I smiled lightly and said, "Our family's unique instincts are still just instincts, not foresight or mind reading."

"Considering that, I often get goosebumps when Master speaks from his instincts."

“What do you mean goosebumps?” I said, fiddling with the horn of the Demon King. "As a person who inherited those instincts from my father, I’ve studied how they’re triggered. Unexpectedly, our family's instincts seem to be the result of a kind of high level thought."

"High level thought? That doesn't seem to match the Crows,” Tristan said.

I shrugged....