Chapter 324. A Cracked Pot Leaks Inside and Out (2)
Caron glanced around the fortress with feigned nonchalance, thinking, ...Nothing seems particularly different.
Inside, the fortress was laid out with residences, military facilities, and structures one could see in any human city. The architecture, however, was unusual. There was no hint of extravagance, only stark, austere buildings that seemed almost oppressive. Bathed in the eerie red glow of the moon, the scenery felt unsettling, like something from a nightmare.
"You'll be receiving your noble title soon, Ulysses," the guard said, walking alongside him, flashing a grin.
Caron, as Ulysses, shrugged and replied, "Why? Do you think you'll get some scraps of reward if I rise in rank?"
"Heh. Hardly," the guard chuckled. "I'd simply like the chance to challenge you. If I kill you and take the title for myself, wouldn't that be enough?"
Such words were pure demon logic, through and through.
Caron almost laughed. Their frank, brutally simple way of thinking struck a chord with him. He thought, I actually like it. Through battle, you can gain everything—or lose everything. Now that's a philosophy I can get behind.
He liked the law of the strong devouring the weak.
"The Lord will likely grant you a few slaves as well," the guard went on.
"Slaves?" Caron asked, his voice cool.
"Those worthless creatures should consider it an honor to serve a noble," the guard said with a smirk. "Isn't that right? Fighters like us may rise to nobility if fortune smiles, but slaves will never climb beyond their station."
Caron already understood the demon hierarchy from what Dennis had told him. Even so, hearing the word "slave" soured his mood every time.