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With a thunderous roar, Raon advanced by stepping forward with his left foot, unleashing the Heavenly Drive. The silver blade, encircled by roaring flames, carved a dark silhouette that seemed to rip a hole through the sun. This was Piercing Sun at Noon, the inaugural form of the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art—imbued with an indomitable will capable of piercing the sun itself.
Emitting a sharp ringing sound, Raon forcefully brought down the blade that had soared into the air. The dazzling flames, flashing like bolts of lightning, cascaded downward and carved a vast crater into the North Sea, reminiscent of a volcanic caldera. This was known as the Flame Division Strike of the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art.
Even after the Flame Division Strike, with a whooshing sound, Raon maintained impeccable control over both sword and flame as if they were natural extensions of his arms. One after another, he unleashed the successive forms of the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art. The overwhelming might of his technique was such that even the glacier guarded by the Gold Dragon Paratheus began to slowly melt.
“What do you make of it?”
The Warlord inquired of the Blade Queen, his eyes fixed intently on Raon’s sword.
“Weren’t we aiming for an intermediate level?” she asked, biting her quivering lips with her front teeth.
“It appears he has far surpassed that standard, doesn’t it?” she added with a hollow laugh, wondering what transformation had occurred during the few days when Raon was left to himself.
“It’s true that his individual form sequences still need refinement. However…”
The Blade Queen furrowed her brows slightly.
“Each sword technique is fundamentally solid—it shows he grasps the very essence of the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art.”
She nodded in acknowledgment, recognizing that Raon had precisely internalized the vital components of every form within the art.
“That is exactly what I think as well.”
At that moment, as the Warlord offered a subtle smile of satisfaction, Raon completed his demonstration of the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art and unsheathed the Wooden Ring Sword. The leaf-shaped guard quickly became encrusted with white frost as blue ice spread outward in all directions. With a crisp, ringing sound, Raon let the Wooden Ring Sword fall as delicately as if he were combing a woman’s hair.
It was not a conventional sword art; rather, it possessed a fluid grace akin to elegant swordsmanship—yet its force was fierce enough to split and shatter glaciers. This technique was called Frost‐Clad Blood Strike, the first form of the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art, characterized by a savagery that stood in stark contrast to the typical flow of martial arts.
With a resounding clamor, Raon swung the tilted Wooden Ring Sword upward at an angle. In a departure from the traditional motion of the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art, his strike ascended with a subtly twisted trajectory. This was the unveiling of the second form—Demon Battle Swing Strike—which he had developed alongside the Warlord to augment its power and heft. It echoed with a piercing ring!
Raon then advanced with heavy, deliberate steps, seamlessly linking the forms of the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art as though drawing one continuous line. Although each individual form lacked meticulous refinement compared to the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art, their concatenation flowed from beginning to end without the slightest hesitation.
“How does it appear to you?”
The Blade Queen gently nudged the Warlord’s back with her shoulder.
The Warlord, momentarily at a loss for words with his fingertips trembling on his thigh, finally said, “Even if the individual forms aren’t flawless, their combination flows as one unified technique. He isn’t merely understanding the true essence of the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art—he is embodying it.”
He exhaled deeply, as if even the word “impressive” failed to capture its magnitude.
“And he’s incorporated every modification we discussed,” the Warlord continued, nodding as though deeply moved by the fact.
“Someone like him might be able to tread the path I could never follow,” he added with a soft smile, hinting that Raon might eventually reach the ultimate heights of the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art.
[Indeed, he is commendable…]
The Gold Dragon Paratheus tilted his head slightly, though his eyes trembled with intense emotion—a silent testimony, honed by years of watching the Blade Queen and Warlord’s martial displays, to the extraordinary nature of Raon’s techniques. Sssss. Once he had fully exhibited the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art, Raon rested the frost-emitting Wooden Ring Sword on his shoulder.
“Excellent work! You have surpassed all our expectations!”
“I salute you, Lord Raon,” came the reply.
At that very moment, as the Blade Queen and Warlord rose in unison to applaud him, Raon raised both the Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Ring Sword. Crimson flames surged along the Heavenly Drive while blue frost enshrouded the blade of the Wooden Ring Sword. With a piercing ring!
The Heavenly Drive executed Piercing Sun at Noon—the first form of the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art—carving a blazing fissure in the air. Simultaneously, the Wooden Ring Sword descended, causing the massive glacier to tremble; this was Frost‐Clad Blood Strike, the inaugural form of the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art.
With a resonating boom, Raon twisted his ankle to the right as he slashed downward with the Heavenly Drive and lifted the Wooden Ring Sword. The flame-forged lightning cleaved the glacier, while the blue frost split the sky in two.
Around him, fiery petals and frost mists whirled like a meteor shower. Although these elemental forces should have clashed with destructive consequences, the intervening Diamond Earth Aura served as a breakwater, permitting him to unleash the ultimate expressions of both the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art and the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art.
The techniques of these two arts flowed together as though they had always been one, their paths spanning heaven and earth in perfect harmony.
“Ah…”
“Could this be… the authentic martial art of the Sword Saint…”
Both the Blade Queen and the Warlord, their eyes glistening with emotion, watched as the martial art of their lifelong rival melded with their own techniques to forge an even greater power. So entranced were they by the beauty and strength of Raon’s swordsmanship that they momentarily forgot to breathe.
After completing the fusion of the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art and the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art, Raon lowered both the Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Ring Sword.
‘Luckily, it succeeded.’
The blend of these two arts had come together more naturally than anticipated. As memories of the past month surged through his mind, a deep, unconscious smile spread across his face.
“-You, you…”
Wrath descended before him, his jaw trembling.
“-Were you always intending to combine sword techniques with blade arts from the outset?”
His eyes widened in astonishment, as though he had been utterly unaware.
“Naturally,” Raon replied calmly, for he had planned the integration of the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art and the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art from the very beginning.
‘It appears to have turned out even better than I had anticipated.’
Though not perfect, he allowed himself a modest smile, content with what he had achieved in such a short time.
“-Yet you never even trained in it once!”
Wrath stared in disbelief, exclaiming that it defied logic.
‘As I’ve mentioned before, I am a fighter of practicality.’
Even though this was his first attempt at simultaneously using both the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art and the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art, it posed little challenge—thanks to the dual-sword techniques taught by Sheryl and his lifelong habit of wielding two swords under the Divine‐Demonic Harmony.
“-Blast it all…”
As Wrath gritted his teeth, the footsteps of the Blade Queen and the Warlord approached. With a sliding sound, they arrived by his side, unsheathing their respective weapons. With a deep, resonant thud, both drove their weapons into the ground and knelt on their right knees.
‘Again? No, something is different this time…’
Although he had witnessed this scene many times before, there was an unfamiliar quality now—the fierce, burning gazes of the Blade Queen and the Warlord were fixed not on a mere young successor of the Sword Saint, but on the swordsman known as Raon Zieghart.
“I, Siera, heir to the Blade Gate…”
“I, Yuber, heir to the Sword Gate…”
In unison, the Blade Queen and the Warlord bowed their heads and declared, “We devote ourselves to our Lord!”
***
“I, too, shall place myself under your protection.”
Raon bowed courteously to the Blade Queen and the Warlord.
“Please stand up now. For the sake of your honor, you both kneel too readily.”
After stating that he would accept this only for today, he assisted the Blade Queen and the Warlord in rising.
“I’ll be frank—I never anticipated serving a lord so young.”
The Blade Queen let out a hollow laugh, still visibly bewildered.
“In truth, I had intended to entrust the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art to that individual,” she admitted, smiling faintly as she recalled considering the Warlord as the Sword Saint’s successor.
“I was aware of that,” the Warlord said calmly, as though he had foreseen it all along.
“That is precisely why I employed a level of martial skill suited to the circumstances.”
He lowered his hand, signaling that he shared the Blade Queen’s sentiments.
“In any case…”
“Hmm…”
The Blade Queen and the Warlord exchanged gentle smiles, their bond having clearly deepened over the past month.
[Ugh, how corny!]
“-I can’t bear to watch this…”
Both the Gold Dragon Paratheus and Wrath simultaneously scrunched their noses in revulsion.
“Let’s depart immediately; it appears the glacier is on the verge of collapse.”
Raon gestured to the Blade Queen and the Warlord with a raised hand while lightly tapping the melting glacier.
“We must adhere to our lord’s command.”
The Blade Queen nodded in agreement.
“My belongings are all packed, so we can leave without delay,” said the Warlord, as if he had long anticipated making Raon his lord.
“Then, let us proceed now.”
Raon gave a gentle smile and motioned behind him, “Evelyn! Please, join us.”
“Yes!” came the prompt reply.
As though she had been waiting for this moment, Evelyn cried out clearly and opened a dimensional gate with a resonant hum. Beyond the shimmering blue portal, the peak of Mount Sturin—where Sloth’s bed lay—was revealed.
“This gate leads directly to the peak of Mount Sturin. Should we proceed inside?”
Raon raised his hand, gesturing toward the portal.
“Indeed, we ought to inspect the area we have disrupted.”
The Blade Queen nodded and positioned herself before the dimensional gate.
“She is indeed a remarkably skilled magician,” remarked the Warlord, letting out a brief gasp of admiration at Evelyn’s adept manipulation of mana.
[It seems rather tight for me to enter, doesn’t it?]
The Gold Dragon Paratheus tilted his head as he regarded the dimensional gate.
“Why must you venture through that passage!” he demanded.
The Blade Queen frowned, as though admonishing him to cease his foolish remarks.
“You handle the cleanup here and then take flight over!” she commanded, stamping her foot to insist he finish all tasks before joining them.
“Hmm, indeed, that’s true,” agreed the Warlord.
[No, why must I tidy up the chaos you all created…]
“Let’s proceed inside!”
Ignoring Paratheus’s objections, the Blade Queen stepped into the dimensional gate first.
“Make sure you complete the cleanup before arriving,” she added.
The Warlord cast a piercing glance at Paratheus before following her.
[Why won't that infernal couple simply perish already!]
Paratheus clenched his fists in exasperation, [They have long surpassed the lifespan of ordinary humans!]
Even as he cursed the Blade Queen and the Warlord, he dutifully began to melt the glacier and remove the remnants of the cabin and other traces.
“-I can’t believe there exists such a spineless lizard!”
Wrath gnawed his teeth, declaring that he had never witnessed such foolishness.
‘…Indeed.’
It evoked memories of someone familiar. Raon, with an awkward nod, stepped through the dimensional gate.
‘I am truly intrigued.’
He pondered the tale behind an ancient dragon who had come to serve both as friend and subordinate.
“Wow, we truly wreaked havoc! There’s nothing remaining.”
“We have undoubtedly erred.”
The Blade Queen and the Warlord sighed deeply as they surveyed the ravaged terrain of Mount Sturin. Then, with a rumbling noise, as Raon emerged from the dimensional gate, a creature resembling a grub burst forth from the earth.
“P-Palace Master!”
It was Dorian. Crawling over, he grasped Raon’s trousers.
“Why were you delayed in returning!” he cried, his hollow cheeks and tear-filled eyes betraying his distress.
“Why have you become so emaciated?”
Raon blinked in surprise as he helped Dorian to his feet. His once plump cheeks had grown gaunt, evidence of a prolonged period without proper nourishment.
“I did bring an abundance of food, however.”
“I—I was frightened…”
Dorian pointed toward Sloth, who lay sleeping with his blanket pulled tightly over his head—having trembled in fear for nearly a month.
“I did assure you it was all right…”
Raon chuckled wryly, “He does no harm to anyone.”
“How can it be acceptable when he is a demon king!”
Dorian sniffled, confessing that he still couldn’t get used to it. Though he appeared pitiable, his condition had, in truth, improved markedly.
“Where is Evelyn?”
Raon shifted his gaze and called out for her.
“I’m right here!”
Evelyn leapt down from midair with a radiant smile, sweeping back her impeccably neat hair and playfully wiggling her finger.
“I apologize for having kept you waiting for a month.”
Raon bowed respectfully to her and, noticing Dorian’s state, apologized on his behalf—assuming Evelyn must be dismayed as well.
“I’m fine,” she insisted, shaking her head as if to say such words were unnecessary.
“Because I have always been by your side,” she added with an uncanny smile.
“-Hieeeek!”
Wrath recoiled in terror.
“Al-always?”
Raon’s jaw quivered as he gazed at Evelyn’s smiling face.
“Certainly! I have been keeping a close watch on you all along.”
Evelyn merely shrugged, reassuring him.
“Your swordsmanship and aura cultivation are truly remarkable. I could have observed you for an entire year,” she laughed, remarking that time had flown by unnoticed as she watched him.
“I... I understand…”
Raon subtly shifted his eyes toward Wrath.
‘Did you feel her presence at all?’
“-N-not at all!”
Wrath shook his head emphatically.
“-It appears her stalking skills have ascended to the level of a demonic deity!”
He clutched his head, lamenting that he could no longer detect any trace of Evelyn’s presence. (E/N: not as if you ever truly sensed her presence)
“Huhu,” came a soft murmur from Evelyn, her smile deep as if the past month had been filled with pure delight.
“Ahaha…”
Raon laughed awkwardly as he gradually withdrew.
“S-Sloth?”
In an effort to change the subject, he tugged at Sloth’s blanket and roused him.
“It’s time to rise.”
“Mmm…”
Sloth slowly opened his eyes, clearly having enjoyed a satisfying sleep. Unlike Dorian, his face now radiated health.
“I have taken care of the noise problem. There will be no further disturbances to your sleep. As for the situation…”
“Then… that’s acceptable…”
Sloth nodded without paying attention to the explanation.
“Is it not necessary for you to hear it?”
“If it is… resolved… that is all that… truly matters…”
He let out a long yawn, exuding confidence.
“I see.”
Raon chuckled wryly—he could not fathom why demon kings like Wrath and Sloth were so naïve.
“I have a request for you as well; will you listen to me?”
“What... might it be…?”
Sloth blinked, silently urging him to continue, eager to have it over with so he could return to sleep.
“Soon, a war with the Archangels will be upon us. I would like to harness your power when that time comes.”
Raon bit his lip as he glanced at Sloth.
“Archangels… as I suspected…”
Sloth nodded, confessing that he had often dreamt of perceiving the Archangels’ energy from afar.
“Regarding that matter…”
“I shall assist… However…”
Without waiting for further explanation, Sloth agreed to help while keeping his eyes on Raon.
“Engaging in combat with the Archangels is perilous… it involves dimensional equilibrium, authority… ah, it’s far too cumbersome…”
Sloth slowly shook his head, as though further elaboration were too tiresome.
“There are… things… I require in order for me to engage in battle…”
“Things that you need?”
“Typically… it would be impossible… but you… are capable of it…”
He glanced at Raon’s wrist as he spoke with gravity.
“That is…”
—with a thunderous blast, Raon advanced with his left foot and unleashed the Heavenly Drive. The silver blade, now wreathed in crimson flames, contrasted sharply with the blue frost encrusting the Wooden Ring Sword’s edge. With a piercing ring, the Heavenly Drive traced out Piercing Sun at Noon, carving a fiery chasm in the air, while simultaneously the Wooden Ring Sword descended, its impact shaking a massive glacier as it delivered Frost‐Clad Blood Strike—the first form of the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art. With a resounding boom, Raon twisted his ankle to the right as he slashed down with the Heavenly Drive and lifted the Wooden Ring Sword; the flame-forged lightning split the glacier, and the blue frost rent the sky in two.
Around him, swirling petals of flame intermingled with mists of frost, cascading like a meteor shower. Under normal circumstances, these opposing forces would collide with catastrophic results, yet the intervening Diamond Earth Aura acted as a breakwater, permitting him to unleash the ultimate expressions of both the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art and the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art. The two arts merged seamlessly, their trajectories of sword and blade covering both heaven and earth without a hint of discord.
“Ah…”
“Could this be… the authentic martial art of the Sword Saint…”
The Blade Queen and the Warlord, their eyes brimming with emotion, gazed on as the martial art of their lifelong rival fused with their own, creating a power greater than the sum of its parts. So entranced were they by the beauty and potency of Raon’s swordsmanship that they momentarily forgot to breathe.
After fully combining the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art with the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art, Raon lowered both the Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Ring Sword.
‘Luckily, it succeeded.’
The fusion of these arts had come together more naturally than he had expected. As recollections of the past month surged within him, a deep, unconscious smile graced his features.
“-You, you…”
Wrath descended before him, his jaw trembling.
“-Were you always intending to blend sword techniques with blade arts from the outset?”
His eyes widened in astonishment, as if he had been utterly unaware.
“Naturally,” Raon replied calmly, for he had planned the integration of the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art and the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art from the very beginning.
‘It appears to have turned out even better than I had anticipated.’
Though not perfect, he allowed himself a modest smile, satisfied with what he had achieved in such a short span.
“-Yet you never even trained in it once!”
Wrath stared in disbelief, exclaiming that it defied logic.
‘As I’ve mentioned before, I am a fighter of practicality.’
Though this was his first instance of using both the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art and the Devil‐Fighting Sword Art in tandem, it posed little difficulty—thanks to the dual-sword techniques taught by Sheryl and his lifelong habit of wielding two swords under the Divine‐Demonic Harmony.
“-Blast it all…”
As Wrath ground his teeth, the footsteps of the Blade Queen and the Warlord approached. With a sliding sound, they arrived at his side, unsheathing their weapons. With a deep, resonant thud, both drove their blades into the ground and knelt on their right knees.
‘Again? No, something is different this time…’
Though he had witnessed this ritual often, there was an unfamiliar air now—the fierce gazes of the Blade Queen and the Warlord were fixed not on a young successor of the Sword Saint, but on the swordsman Raon Zieghart.
“I, Siera, heir to the Blade Gate…”
“I, Yuber, heir to the Sword Gate…”
In unison, the Blade Queen and the Warlord bowed their heads and declared, “We devote ourselves to our Lord!”
***
“I, too, shall place myself under your protection.”
Raon courteously bowed to the Blade Queen and the Warlord.
“Please stand up now. For the sake of your honor, you both kneel too readily.”
After stating he would accept this for today alone, he helped them rise.
“I’ll be frank—I never anticipated serving a lord so young.”
The Blade Queen let out a hollow laugh, still clearly bewildered.
“In truth, I had intended to entrust the Devil‐Cutting Blade Art to that individual,” she admitted with a slight smile, recalling that she had even considered naming the Warlord as the Sword Saint’s successor.
“I was aware of that,” the Warlord said calmly, as if he had foreseen it all along.
“That is precisely why I employed a level of martial skill suited to these circumstances.”
He lowered his hand, signaling that he shared the Blade Queen’s sentiment.
“In any case!”
“Hmm…”
The Blade Queen and the Warlord exchanged gentle smiles, their bond deepened by the past month.
[Ugh, how corny!]
“-I can’t bear to watch this…”
Both the Gold Dragon Paratheus and Wrath simultaneously scrunched their noses in disgust.
“Let’s depart immediately; it appears the glacier is on the verge of collapse.”
Raon raised his hand toward the Blade Queen and the Warlord while lightly tapping the melting glacier.
“We must adhere to our lord’s command.”
The Blade Queen nodded in understanding.
“My belongings are all packed, so we can leave without delay,” said the Warlord, as though he had long anticipated making Raon his lord.
“Then, let us proceed now.”
Raon smiled gently and motioned behind him, “Evelyn! Please, join us.”
“Yes!”
As though she had been waiting, Evelyn cried out clearly and opened a dimensional gate with a resonant hum. Beyond the glistening blue portal, the summit of Mount Sturin—home to Sloth’s bed—was revealed.
“This gate leads directly to the peak of Mount Sturin. Should we proceed inside?”
Raon lifted his hand and gestured toward the portal.
“Indeed, we ought to inspect the area that we have disrupted.”
The Blade Queen nodded and positioned herself before the dimensional gate.
“She is indeed a remarkably skilled magician,” observed the Warlord, emitting a brief gasp of admiration at Evelyn’s adept mana manipulation.
[It seems rather tight for me to enter, doesn’t it?]
The Gold Dragon Paratheus tilted his head as he regarded the dimensional gate.
“Why must you venture through that passage!” he demanded.
The Blade Queen frowned, as though chiding him to stop his foolish remarks.
“You handle the cleanup here and then take flight over!” she commanded, stamping her foot so he would finish all tasks before joining them.
“Hmm, indeed, that’s true,” agreed the Warlord.
[No, why must I tidy up the chaos you all created…]
“Let’s proceed inside!”
Disregarding Paratheus’s objections, the Blade Queen stepped into the dimensional gate first.
“Make sure you complete the cleanup before arriving,” she added.
The Warlord cast a piercing glance at Paratheus before following her.
[Why won't that infernal couple simply perish already!]
Paratheus clenched his fists in exasperation, [They have long surpassed the lifespan of ordinary humans!]
Even as he cursed the Blade Queen and the Warlord, he conscientiously began melting the glacier and clearing away the remnants of the cabin and other traces.
“-I can’t believe there exists such a spineless lizard!”
Wrath gnawed his teeth, declaring that he had never witnessed such foolishness.
‘…Indeed.’
It evoked memories of someone familiar. Raon, with an awkward nod, stepped through the dimensional gate.
‘I am truly intrigued.’
He pondered the tale behind an ancient dragon who had come to serve as both friend and subordinate.
“Wow, we truly wreaked havoc! There’s nothing remaining.”
“We have undoubtedly erred.”
The Blade Queen and the Warlord sighed deeply as they surveyed the ravaged landscape of Mount Sturin. Then, with a rumbling noise, as Raon emerged from the dimensional gate, a creature resembling a grub burst forth from the earth.
“P-Palace Master!”
It was Dorian. He crawled over and seized Raon’s trousers.
“Why were you delayed in returning!” he cried, his hollow cheeks and tear-filled eyes betraying his distress.
“Why have you become so emaciated?”
Raon blinked in surprise as he helped Dorian to his feet; his once plump cheeks had grown gaunt, indicating a long period without proper nourishment.
“I did bring an abundance of food, however.”
“I—I was frightened…”
Dorian pointed toward Sloth, who lay sleeping with his blanket drawn over his head, having trembled in fear for nearly a month.
“I did assure you it was all right…”
Raon chuckled wryly, “He does no harm to anyone.”
“How can it be acceptable when he is a demon king!”
Dorian sniffled, admitting that he still couldn’t get used to it. Although he appeared pitiable, his condition had, in truth, improved markedly.
“Where is Evelyn?”
Raon shifted his gaze and called out for her.
“I’m right here!”
Evelyn leapt down from midair with a radiant smile, sweeping back her impeccably neat hair and playfully wiggling her finger.
“I apologize for having kept you waiting for a month.”
Raon bowed respectfully to her, and noticing Dorian’s state, offered an apology on his behalf—assuming Evelyn must be dismayed as well.
“I’m fine,” she insisted, shaking her head as if to imply that such words were unnecessary.
“Because I have always been by your side,” she added with an uncanny smile.
“-Hieeeek!”
Wrath recoiled in terror.
“Al-always?”
Raon’s jaw quivered as he observed Evelyn’s smiling face.
“Certainly! I have been keeping a close watch on you all along.”
Evelyn merely shrugged, as if to reassure him.
“Your swordsmanship and aura cultivation are truly remarkable. I could have observed you for an entire year,” she laughed, remarking that time had flown by unnoticed while she watched him.
“I... I understand…”
Raon subtly shifted his gaze toward Wrath.
‘Did you feel her presence at all?’
“-N-not at all!”
Wrath shook his head emphatically.
“-It appears her stalking skills have ascended to the level of a demonic deity!”
He clutched his head, lamenting that he could no longer detect any trace of Evelyn’s presence. (E/N: not as if you ever truly sensed her presence)
“Huhu,” came a soft murmur from Evelyn, her smile deep as though the past month had been filled with pure delight.
“Ahaha…”
Raon laughed awkwardly as he gradually withdrew.
“S-Sloth?”
In an effort to change the subject, he tugged at Sloth’s blanket and roused him.
“It’s time to rise.”
“Mmm…”
Sloth slowly opened his eyes, clearly having enjoyed a satisfying slumber. Unlike Dorian, his face now radiated a healthy glow.
“I have taken care of the noise problem. There will be no further disturbances to your sleep. As for the situation…”
“Then… that’s acceptable…”
Sloth nodded without even paying heed to the explanation.
“Is it not necessary for you to hear it?”
“If it is… resolved… that is all that truly matters…”
He let out a long yawn, exuding confidence.
“I see.”
Raon chuckled wryly, unable to fathom why demon kings like Wrath and Sloth were so naïve.
“I have a request for you as well; will you listen to me?”
“What... might it be…?”
Sloth blinked, silently urging him to continue, eager to finish so he could return to sleep.
“Soon, a war with the Archangels will be upon us. I would like to harness your power when that time comes.”
Raon bit his lip as he glanced at Sloth.
“Archangels… as I suspected…”
Sloth nodded, confessing that he had often dreamt of perceiving the Archangels’ energy from afar.
“Regarding that matter…”
“I shall assist… However…”
Without waiting for further explanation, he agreed to help while keeping his gaze fixed on Raon.
“Engaging in combat with the Archangels is perilous—it involves maintaining dimensional equilibrium and authority… ah, it’s far too cumbersome…”
Sloth slowly shook his head, as though further elaboration were too tiresome.
“There are… things… I require in order for me to engage in battle…”
“Things that you need?”
“Typically… it would be impossible… but you… are capable of it…”
He glanced at Raon’s wrist as he spoke, his words heavy with meaning.
“That is…”
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