"It should have been like this from the very beginning," Astaroth remarked.

Upon hearing Astaroth’s words, Sleesia, who was riding on the back of a gigantic wyvern while trimming her nails, smiled seductively. “It’s more interesting to enjoy the fun slowly.”

The march of the large army brought forth an overwhelming pressure on anyone who saw them. For some reason, Astaroth felt uneasy and restless despite his long-cherished dream finally coming true.

“Still, it’s a relief. Thanks to your help, I am able to clean up those scrubby and disgusting piles of dirt,” Astaroth stated.

“Did you really think that you have gotten rid of them?” Sleesia countered.

Astaroth frowned at the teasing tone that coated Sleesia’s question. He insisted, “Even though we have received your help, it’s still our proud and majestic demon’s great army that killed them.”

“Well, if that’s what you think, then continue to think like that.”

“Then, are you telling me that they disappeared on their own?!” Gluttony retorted, his irritation evident in his voice.

Gluttony, the leader of the radical vampires who had joined forces with Astaroth, possessed considerable power and force. However, despite his anger, Sleesia simply turned to look at him silently. A strange atmosphere draped over them, compelling Gluttony to step back with a cough.

“Cough! No matter what anyone says, this is the merit of our alliance!”

"Pfft… Right, this is it. This is why I like you all. You act quite pure and naive even though your purpose is very ugly and dirty." Sleesia giggled, expressing her growing fondness for them.

"Grand Duke! It's that human!"

Then, they saw a boy jumping out of the quiet fortress. An ordinary person would have already died if they had jumped from that height, but the boy was still standing...