The ceremony conferring the position of the Staff of Incarceration was concluded in an unexpectedly brief manner.

The high-ranking demons had gathered after a long time. Their reunion could have begun with a round of cordial greetings, exchanging pleasantries and recent news, all while delighting in delectable fare and exquisite brew, erupting into fits of laughter and perhaps even a dance or two. Yet, from the moment half the demons were ordered to be killed, such a future ceased to exist.

Upon the conclusion of the short investiture, Gavid stepped forward and prompted the demons to take their leave of the palace. Obligingly, they left, for they had a great many things to contemplate and prepare for.

Among their spoils of survival from the abrupt massacre was the power granted to them by the Demon King of Incarceration.

There was no elaborate ritual required to receive this power. The moment they retreated from the palace, the demons sensed an unparalleled force residing within them.

Though the strength of this power, how to master it, and how to adapt to the forthcoming changes were questions, they had to contemplate on their own…. The Demon King’s power absolutely could not be used in the contests of hierarchy among the demons.

What did this mean? If they could not wield this power against each other, so to whom were they supposed to direct it? The demons departed from Babel, deep in their contemplations.

"Aren't you disappointed?" Noir Giabella didn't have to worry about these dilemmas. She, too, had received the Demon King's gift, yet she didn't feel any special allure or desire for it.

Power? She had possessed it for quite a while and didn't lack any of it. Even...