Artakam

"Who are you? How do you know this?" Bardeelus' father, who went by the name of Cukal, asked in frustration.

"Just a normal summoner/necromancer, who ended up here at the right time." Driola said bluntly. 

However, there was something about her direct nature that didn't feel right for once. They had prepared plans, to avoid the topic of necromancy specifically, yet she blew any sort of cover the team had, just like that. 

It was odd, Bardeelus got nervous and suspected the worst now. He had to act, "What? What does necromancy have to do with anything? You're weird."

Obviously, he wasn't the best liar in the face of any challenge. He didn't manage to alter the topic, and from the looks of it, his parents knew exactly what this girl was talking about. 

"Toll fee," Driola repeated, "It's another word for… sacrifice! Your parents are dealing with a devil, a very structured one from the looks of it? Let me guess; Cer, or Molas?"