Chapter 7
Tredon Filian. He is a demon.
Tredon Filian.
The scum of the world. The evil that tempts the lost. The unholy being who devours their tragedies and wets his clogged throat with their tears. And so on.
If you tried listing all the profane descriptors the world has for demons, you could go on forever, like drawing from a well that never runs dry.
I quietly looked at Tredon Filian and slowly opened my mouth. Despite being the one who had summoned me, Tredon, the cold-looking middle-aged man, patiently waited for me to speak first.
"Esteemed Lord Tredon, I beg your pardon, but may I make a small request?"
"Speak."
"I wish to have a private audience with you."
Even if I knew a demon's identity, the demon wouldn't be able to recognize me. The divinity of Corruption was as secretive as it was reviled by the world—perfect for concealment.
Tredon stared at me with his hollow gaze for a long moment before finally speaking.
"Leave us."