Chapter 112: The One Who Curses Digs Two Graves (8)
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This is the first time since the Walpurgis Night that I’m meeting the other Demon Lords like this.
Come to think of it, it’s been about half a year since the hearing. At the time, I was participating in the position of the accused. Paimon tried to hold me accountable for killing Rank 72 Andromalius……. Now the situation has been turned around. It’s my turn to hold Paimon accountable for her crimes. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of irony from this. This is probably just how life is.
In the center point of all our armies, a silk tent was set up layer upon layer. Attractive youths from both genders were naked and waiting to receive guests. They were a treat for the eyes.
Barbatos observed one of the women’s bodies―as you know, she’s a lesbian―and hummed happily to herself.
“Hmm. I thought this would be a simple gathering, but they’re going all out.”
There was a large assortment of races. Succubi and incubi are indispensable for these sorts of things, so they were naturally present. However, even the tiger people and cat people who are traditionally respected for their high standings in demon society were also present. If I were to compare this to India’s caste system, I guess they’re similar to Brahmins.
“We will guide you.”
Once we reached the entrance, 6 young girls prostrated before us. White butts glistened in the sun. The fact that young women were assigned to us was most likely to accommodate Barbatos’ preference. In any case, Barbatos seemed incredibly pleased.