Reed lowered his head to me and whispered in my ear as I watched Nazril.

“Normally, your current strength is enough for an S-class dungeon. However, there is a problem in that there are many other demons here.”

"so?"

“If we fight, we will have no choice but to wipe out all the demons together.”

“Ah, I see.”

I looked up at him and smiled brightly.

“You really want to see me write Divine Comedy?”

It didn't seem like it was particularly unexpected. Reed continued to be happy.

"huh."

“.......”

“No, I’m correcting that. To be exact, I want to see you after your divine descent.”

It means that you want to see how defenseless you are due to the fever penalty.

That's clearly my weakness. I don't want to see it as a playful attitude like the current lead, so it wasn't something I could discuss.

“Are you aware that you just said something extremely offensive?”

“To some extent.”

“Do you know that when you hear things like that, you start to feel a sense of caution that you didn’t have before?”

“More or less.”

The answer is also very vague. It's almost like he's humming a song.

I don't know for sure whether this is a provocation, a test, or a warning. Anyway, one thing is certain now.

“Recover your strength first. Then I can at least consider whether or not I should leave my two days to you.”

“That’s true.”

He straightened his back as if he was stepping back.

At that moment, a strange change was detected in my ears. The noise of the crowd that had been tumultuous due to Nazril's appearance became quiet. The air around me was slowly becoming oppressed.

Nazril, who was expected to walk along the road like a royal procession, stopped in the middle of the road. He spoke, drawing everyone's attention.

“We received a tip that there are people purchasing Class 1 prohibited items in bulk.”

Is that it?

“Normally, it’s not like that, but it’s a different story when it comes to the exemption. How dare you, if you want to avoid being reincarnated as an insect alone after you die.”

That's what we're talking about.

The Archangel, who had a ghostly disposition, chewed the end of his cigar with a look of disgust on his face.

As is often the case with beings of powerful character, his discomfort was projected onto his aura and weighed down on those around him.

Here and there, demons trembled in fear. Most of them were mere mortals who could not withstand Nazril's attack.

“Come out. If you turn yourself in now, I won’t tear your soul apart. I’ll count to ten.”

If you go out just because you're told to, wouldn't you be an idiot?

I looked up and stared at Reid. I couldn't read his thoughts from his expressionless face, but he didn't seem to be making any sudden moves like rushing forward.

A sharp voice finished counting the numbers.

“The opportunity is over.”

Then what should we do?

It was a moment when he crossed his arms and tilted his head indifferently. Nazril took off his coat, revealing his muscular upper body.

Foodie!

A pair of black wings, more gleaming than enamel, tore through its back and spread. It grew rapidly in size, and just before it broke through the arcade ceiling, it exploded with a pop.

A flock of crows appeared in the place where the wings were scattered. They made unpleasant cries and made a mess of the road before gathering in one place.

It was right there with me and Reed.

“Found it.”

I met the eyes of the demon looking at me through the endless stream of black feathers. Nazril, who had come to a suitable distance, opened his mouth.

“It’s you.”

Nazril didn't even glance at Reid. His eyes, with their vertically slit pupils, were filled with conviction.

“What happened to the indulgences? Did you use them all up already?”

It's in use. It must be a fire starter by now.

Of course I have no intention of confessing. I have to catch him.

“You’ve seen the wrong dream, Nazril.”

“No, I saw it correctly. I can barely smell any guilt on you.”

“Could it be because of my mood, Nazril?”

“Come to think of it, it’s suspicious that you’re a sleepwalker.”

“Where are you going?”

“It seems like you have quite a bit of charm, but it goes against the nature of a dreamcatcher not to seduce someone as good as me. Are you a disguised human?”

“......Have you ever thought that even dream horses have preferences? Are you perhaps overly self-conscious?”

“I guess she lacks common sense because she’s human. A succubus is unconditionally attracted to male demons of a higher rank than her.”

“Wait, what? Rank?”

Didn't I say earlier that the rank of the Demon Realm is proportional to the power I possess? But you're saying that I'm lower than rank 688?

'Even so, I'm ranked 7th in Serentura without the divine descent!'

It's shocking.

[The 'World-Building Word' says that you have a large penalty for decreasing the rank in the conversion formula because you are not a true demon.]

Aha, I see. I feel relieved now that the most important issue has been resolved.

[The 'balance-regulating cynic' clicks his tongue, saying that he is a performance-obsessed person who is obsessed with rankings.]

Please sell it.

“Do you admit it now?”

“Oh, what were you talking about?”

“You’re disqualified as a sleepwalker. It’s no use trying to stop you.”

I was starting to get a little annoyed because the conversation kept repeating itself.

“If you were so sure, you would have fought instead of just biting me. Why? Are you trying to seduce me?”

Okay, that means let's fight.

Nazril's eyes lit up at my excellent provocation. I thought he was going to pounce on me now.

“It’s a temptation.”

A soft voice cuts in and stops the air.

Reed stood there arrogantly, as if he were the center of the world. He took the focus of everyone around him as if it were something he took for granted.

“Enough with the farce. Enough, Eyelet Rodelin.”

The curve of his lips showed leisure, but his eyes were not smiling.

Soon, slow but measured steps separated me and Nazril, as if he was saying that from now on, he would be the one dealing with them.

“What are you?”

“Can’t you tell?”

Reed lifted his chin. Nazril should have seen the tip of the executioner's sword rise from it. But.

“That face.......”

“.......”

“You’re unlucky. Since you look like you have marketable qualities, I’ll tear ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ off the leather and put it up for auction.”

Nazril did not see my future.

“It’s okay if you don’t recognize me. Anyway.”

I had no intention of giving you a chance.

A small spurt of light. Immediately afterwards, black particles scattered around Reed's body like sparks.

The burnt offering of the Innocents was over. In the remains where all sins had been burned away, instead of smoke, a dark purple aura rose like a mist. The necklace around his neck vibrated.

A huge gap has opened up.

“......!”

A shadow rose from beneath his feet and grew ominously. The shadow seemed to be something foreign, like a crack in subspace.

The gazes that resembled the black abyss that swirled and shook, and the evil starlight. It was chaos and evil incarnated.

“Oh, it’s chaos evil!”

“He has arrived......!”

As the demons knelt in awe, Reed stretched out his right arm. Darkness gathered at his elegant fingertips as if he were commanding, and the shape of a sword materialized.

“Oh, Chaos Evil, I, I......!”

Sigh.

The demon sword swung down a vertical line. Those who dared not resist the absolute being had their heads cut off. It was an execution rather than a subjugation.

[<System> The dungeon's master, the 688th ranked Archangel Nazril Wizaderun, has been executed.]

[<System> Since this is an execution by the 'Chaos Evil Lead', the Demon World territory 'Demon World's Largest Black Market, Wizaderun' becomes a land without a master.] 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The demons realized the situation too late.

“Did Chaos Evil just do Nazril?!”

“You sent it in one room! As expected, it’s cool!”

In the midst of the chaos, Reed calmly summoned his magic sword and turned to me.

“Didn’t you want to see the Divine Descent? Don’t let me fight.”

“I stopped without even realizing it.”

Although she was talking about her impulses, her face was incredibly calm. And then she realized that the vibration of the necklace had also stopped.

Is that anger management working properly? That would be nice.

“What are you going to do, Reid? Do you want to stay here and be more welcomed by the demons?”

“Go out.”

We left the land, which was now ownerless and likely to soon be the scene of a civil war, behind the gate.

✠

After finishing the mission and coming out of the dungeon, the sky was dyed in dusk. It was time to end the long day and rest.

I used the space teleportation stone to move to a suitable town and found an inn.

“I’ll stay for one night. Are there two rooms inside where I can enter and exit from one another?”

“They’re separate rooms, but are they connected?”

"yes."

“Oh my, I guess you had a fight with your husband. Why are you so upset when you have such a pretty wife?”

“.......”

The innkeeper's gaze was fixed on Reed, who had his mouth shut expressionlessly.

Hey, that's a misunderstanding.

<No, who is this girl making into a married woman now? Where did our Ailet look to be with someone like that! And she's not mad at Ailet, she's just sick of misanthropy and came to the inn!>

Instead, the presence of Agnes, who gets angry, is truly precious.

[I doubt your intentions in using the room connected to the 'Inspector of Weather Leakage'.]

[The 'Libra that Judges Souls' cheers for your dark heart.]