[Hah.] Belphegor feigned laughter and glared at Balrog in absurdity. [Have you lost your mind, Balrog?]0

Belphegor frowned and rested his chin on his hand, leisurely leaning back on his chair. He narrowed his eyes.0

Balrog was the vice commander of the demon king's army, as well as one of the demons who had received the demon king's favor. He was far above the level of regular archdemons and was known to be on par with the princes of Hell.0

However…0

[You dare face me, Belphegor, by yourself?]6

Balrog was ultimately not a prince of Hell. There was an insurmountable gap between the princes and other demons, so even if he'd received the demon king's power and was considered the strongest among the archdemons, that was all there was to it.0

Balrog couldn't defeat a prince of Hell.1

The princes of Hell had been born to become absolute rulers. There was no being in the far and wide Nine Hells, other than the ancient demonic beasts, who could fight a prince of Hell by themselves.3

[Why? Are you scared?] Balrog asked, a smirk on his face.0

[Hah.] Bephegor feigned laughter once again. He lowered his head and tried to hold back...0