Fated to Be Loved by Villains

“...Did you get stood up, Boss?”

“Shut up.”

Talker, the Spinning Fire Wheel, snickered as he said that.

He had been serving the Prophet for a long time, but this was the first time he ever saw her being this pouty.

After Dowd left, she stayed seated inside the room, resting her chin on her hand while glaring at the door.

…This is the Leader of the Devil Worshipers that are spread all over the continent?

Seeing her like this, calling her a pouty cat would suit her better than that.

While he couldn’t see her face behind the mask, pouting seemed like it was going to fit the atmosphere around her.

“What did I tell you? He isn’t someone who’d easily come to our side even if we bait him.”