Chapter 286: Massacre (1)
Just a moment ago, Baal had been in a rather foul mood.
No matter how much it was his lord’s command, watching over a mere human was not a pleasant task.
Especially when that human had the audacity to speak rudely to his lord.
‘A wretched insect without the slightest hint of etiquette.’
His mood soured, but only briefly.
As Baal was leaving the Demon King’s castle, his lord’s message echoed in his mind.
[Baal. Keep a close watch on that human called the Black Scythe. Humans are inherently untrustworthy creatures. He must be plotting something. He is certainly not going to kill Michael—he’ll take the first chance to flee instead. So, watch him carefully, and when the opportunity arises, kill him. Bring me his soul. Even if he does keep his promise and slay Michael.]
Baal could not respond aloud.
This was a message only those with the qualifications of a god could send.
Instead, he answered inwardly.
‘Do not worry, Grand Duke. As per your command, I will bring you the Black Scythe’s soul.’
Whether the human kept his promise or not, he was to be slain regardless.