"Ah... how come there are always so many mangy stray dogs every time?" The Devil Lord in black-and-red robes lifted his head and sneered.
The long jet-black cloak behind him billowed in the windless air, like the wings he had long since abandoned silently issuing a threat.
Hill, who hadn't been in a great mood to begin with, suddenly burst out laughing... Asmodeus still habitually chose to curse everyone in one sweep.
This guy was always the kind whose tongue was razor sharp; sweet talk sounded nice enough, but when he mixed sarcasm and barbs in, he was even more lethal.
Anyone choosing to take part in this war—setting aside those Greek Deities who were bound to make a move sooner or later, and those two who were just hiding on the sidelines but were very likely to join in... Eosca, Set, they could all be summed up in those four words.
