“Get lost.”
“Those words are not even worth considering.”
We rejected Satan’s proposal without so much as a moment’s hesitation.
It was a pure reaction rising from the spinal cord without ever passing through the brain.
Eyes filled with contempt bore into Satan from both sides.
[That is a most regrettable answer.]
Regrettable, my ass.
You must’ve known from the start that proposal wouldn’t even make a dent.
I swung my sword at Satan again while the bastard spouted empty words.
Whatever might have shown through the cape, the mask had broken and produced a different reaction, so I judged that putting on more pressure would probably be worthwhile.
Whether that was truly the correct answer or the right choice, of course, nobody knew.
But before my next attack could follow, Satan’s cape rose into a round shape.
Paang!
The ring-shaped sun visible between the lifted cape burned fiercely with evil along its circumference.
[Yet in the end, you will have no choice but to follow me.]
By the time the floating cape had covered even Satan’s broken mask and silk hat, it suddenly flew up into the sky like laundry being freed from a clothesline.
Tap. Pat.
Meanwhile, the ownerless white cotton gloves dropped onto the shoes below.
The mask and silk hat were nowhere to be seen, even by the time the cape disappeared from our sight.
It was a stark contrast to the fallen gloves.
“Hoo.”
Of course, I didn’t simply stand there watching the gloves fall, the silk hat and mask disappear, and everything else happen.
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