143, Lilith's Aberration, Rimuru Takes Action

"Hell indeed has its share of lies." Seeing Rimuru's expression of having trusted the wrong person, Sylphiel's enchanting voice began to drift around the crowd. "But for most people in Hell, lies are merely the lowest form of means."

"And hypocrisy is practically synonymous with The Church."

"Who are you?!" The archbishop who had spoken immediately darkened.

"Sylphiel, just a little Succubus." Sylphiel chuckled. The Demon Scythe behind Rimuru suddenly began spinning on its own, flying directly before her and stopping sharply in midair. Sylphiel crossed her slender legs and lightly sat atop the scythe, saying softly, "Or perhaps... you would be more familiar with the heir of Asmodeus?"

Asmodeus, Hell's long-fallen Lord of Desire... the master of Succubi.

Ancient records automatically surfaced in Ling Ling's, Magician's, and the others' minds. They exchanged glances and understood something.

"So, you're the true ruler of Hell..."

"You finally figured it out?" Sylphiel hooked a finger beneath her chin in mock distress and sneered, "I thought I had an especially weak presence."

"Then he..."

At that moment, Ling Ling solemnly looked toward Rimuru, who stood proudly in the sky, watching everything with an indifferent gaze...

Coachman, Sylphiel... Lilith.

Ever since the events not long ago, the sky seemed to have become the domain of those three giants. It was not that they could not fly, but under Lilith's aura and pressure, no one dared to casually provoke a demigod-level being.

Now that Hell's ruler had been confirmed as Sylphiel, what exactly was this Coachman's identity? How was he qualified to stand on equal footing with Lilith and Sylphiel, even occupying the leading position?

Ling Ling opened her mouth... swallowed, and slowly swept her gaze across the Twisted Ones and Ruksinth confronting them below. A thought seemed to form in her heart.

The answer