Although the Ancient One had somehow acquired the title of King of Hell, she was not the least bit happy.
Not just because her professional competence had been called into question, but because this King of Hell title was a goddamn watered-down version!
Strictly speaking, it was not exactly watered down. Both the Ancient One and Arale had control over the Hell Dimension, but all the miscellaneous work, like receiving prayers, had fallen to the Ancient One.
To put it in more familiar terms, if the Hell Dimension were a company, Arale would be its largest shareholder, who could simply sit back and collect dividends without managing anything. The Ancient One, meanwhile, was both a shareholder and the CEO. Although her status was roughly equal to Arale's, she also had to shoulder the responsibilities that came with the title of "King of Hell."
Damn it! I was supposed to be retiring!
Why did the power of Hell that Arale didn't want latch onto me?!
Wasn't Kraft, who's much closer to Arale, standing right there too?!
The Ancient One felt utterly miserable...
She had always known that the things Kraft made were never quite normal, but this was taking it too far!
Even the Ancient One lost her usual composure under these circumstances...
Though she still managed to maintain her outward calm.
Don't you know what your own little sister is like?
For certain well-known reasons, the Ancient One did not say it aloud, instead conveying the message to Kraft with her eyes.
And, rather miraculously, Kraft understood what she meant. After a moment of silence, he had to admit that what the Ancient One had "said" made perfect sense.
"You really are amazing, Arale."
Overcome with emotion, Kraft rubbed Arale's little head.
Although she had no idea what was going