Chapter 392: The Dripping Night (1)
Demon Lord Marbas.
The former rank 5th Demon Lord now carried the position of Pannonia’s Ruler and was granted the title of Sebastokrator by the Habsburg Empire. Besides the Emperor, he was the only other recognized member of the imperial family. This virtuoso was also the leader of the Neutral Faction within the Demon Lord Army.
This Demon Lord, who seemed like he would have no opposition—was surprisingly, letting out a deep sigh at the moment.
The source of his grief was the endless noise happening around him. Three female Demon Lords were engaged in a ferocious conversation next to Marbas.
“All right, you bitches with room for rent in your skulls. I made reservations first, so stop salivating. Fuck off while I’m being nice.”
“Oh my. It’s the order that matters, not who asked first. I guess it is not surprising that someone who only plays with brainless corpses wouldn’t know the difference.”
“The only thing you two do is eat and get fat. Hehe. Isn’t it obvious that the person who works the most should be rewarded the most~?”
In order, Barbatos, Paimon, and Gamigin voiced their opinions.
All three of their faces were smiling brightly. However, if you examined them carefully, or maybe you don’t have to examine them that carefully, only their eyes were smiling. The ends of their mouths were twitching.