“Ugh?”
At the strange scream that came from the old priest’s mouth, the little girl suddenly frowned.
“What on earth are you doing? Maintain your dignity.”
“No, could you please not look at me with such disgusting eyes? It hurts, you know.”
Pajong, waving his hand dismissively, continued with a serious face.
“My familiar just died. How could this be! What on earth happened?”
It was quite capable and useful, yet it died so futilely?
Greed looked at the high-ranking demon king, who was making a fuss unbecoming of his status, with contempt.
“Is there nothing he left behind?”
“Hmm… Nothing at all?”
Pajong concentrated on the north, but all he could sense was a very faint residual thought.
[Ah, I must quickly inform my master of this fact…]
It was, quite frankly, a completely useless dying message.
What exactly? Who on earth killed you?
“Has the guardian returned? I didn’t sense it.”
It wasn’t unreasonable for Greed to think so.
The forces prepared to attack the Zigsmunt territory were of a scale that could never be overcome unless the guardian himself showed up.
However, Pajong shook his head.
“No, the guardian of Delcross hasn’t returned from the rift yet. Sigh, nothing is going as planned.”
Originally, he had intended to induce the guardian of Delcross, who was tied up, to break the [agreement] out…