Demonic System: Harem in Medieval World

80. Basement

“Rascal, this humanity you’re trying so hard to defend, tell me, what’s so good about it?” inquired Belphegor. “I mean, look at the aristocrats trying to pick on you before. Are they worth it for salvation?”

Devon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he threw his glance to the podium, where his bullies fawning over their leader, Conrad, like maggots trying to consume rotten flesh. His stomach churned to see their boot-licking behavior, in contrast to the arrogance they displayed just before.

“Bel, easy on the conscience, will you? This brat’s reality is quite fragile,” mocked Leviathan condescendingly. “No need to corner him right away. Let him just see the futility of his struggle all by himself. It will be easier for all of us, and we’re not in a rush as well.”

Devon ignored Leviathan’s remark, although he could see the Demon of Envy’s point. Indeed, why did he have to go through the hassle of walking on the path of pacifism? He could throw everything over