The moment she saw Elektra's condition, the Ancient One knew this was more trouble. Without hesitation, she turned to make her escape.
But Kraft reacted quickly, closing the portal before she could leave and forcing her to stay.
There was no helping it. Her own teleportation spells could only take her between dimensions; traveling to parallel worlds was beyond her. Besides, that little brat Kraft had signed a contract with her. As long as they were in the same world, finding her would be effortless for him.
"Tch!"
The Ancient One clicked her tongue in annoyance and shot him a disdainful sideways look. "Let's get this straight first. If you're planning to stir up trouble in Hell again, you don't get to dump the title of King of Hell on me this time. It took me ages to pass all that crap off to Victor."
"Didn't you say you couldn't just give the position of King of Hell to someone else?"
Kraft's gaze suddenly grew penetrating as he looked at the Ancient One.
"I didn't actually succeed," The Ancient One replied irritably. "It took a lot of effort just to transfer some of Hell's authority to Victor. I suppose he's the King of Hell's representative now?"
"Oh..."
Kraft understood.
If Arale was Hell's majority shareholder and the Ancient One was its CEO, then Victor von Doom was its hired help.
You really are the most ruthless one here!
Kraft gave the Ancient One an admiring look.
Although she had no idea what Kraft found so admirable, the Ancient One keenly sensed that the little brat wasn't thinking anything flattering.
"So, why did you call me here?"
Not interested in pursuing that subject, the Ancient One impatiently steered the conversation back on track.
"Oh, here's what happened..."
After hearing Kraft's explanation,