The old sprite stood nearly two meters tall, its hands behind its back like a ghostly silhouette of deadwood against the moon. Its straight and rigid spine, as solid as a pine, radiated immense power.,She hurriedly put the hat she was holding in her arms on her head and followed him. But just a few steps later, she remembered to go back and close the door. But when she turned around, she saw that the gate of the manor had closed by itself.,Is this the price one pays for being attacked by demonologists。