Chapter 143: Who Does He Think He Is?
As the Devils watched Diodora's... predicament with a mix of horror and morbid fascination, two figures materialized in the arena via a teleportation circle.
One of the figures immediately began scanning the crowd, then, spotting Sona Sitri among the Devils, let out a squeal of delight.
"Sona-chan~"
Sona froze, her body stiffening as she heard the all-too-familiar voice.
Slowly, like a rusty gear, she turned her head. Before she could fully register the approaching figure, she was enveloped in a hug.
"It's been too long, Sona-chan!"
The voice belonged to a young woman, barely seventeen or eighteen, with long, black hair styled in energetic twintails. Her cheerful demeanor and sweet voice gave her the air of a carefree, vibrant girl.
Her face was delicate and beautiful, her presence radiating an infectious energy, like a precious porcelain doll come to life.
But the Devils around Sona, even her own peerage, quickly backed away, their expressions mirroring the horror they'd felt moments earlier while witnessing Diodora's fate.
"Serafall-neesama..." Sona murmured, a pained smile on her face.
The girl—the woman—was Serafall Leviathan, Sona's older sister, and one of the Four Great Satans, the only female Maou.