"Who calls my name? Such a young, innocent girl—where do you come from..."
"Hello, Chthon. I'm a fourth-year student at Kamar-Taj Magic Academy. My name is Harley Quinzel, but you can just call me Harley. I'm calling because our academy will soon be holding a mage competition, and I don't have a Demon God under contract yet. One of the professors recommended you. Could we talk?"
"Uh..." Chthon was visibly taken aback. This ancient Demon God was still very unaccustomed to the Sanctum Sanctorum-led trend of abandoning all mystical terminology and making deals with Demon Gods sound like contract negotiations. The girl sounded as though she were asking Chthon whether he could write her an internship certificate.
"You..." Chthon hesitated. He had, in fact, recently been considering finding a new spokesperson.
Mostly because he had previously been wholly focused on Wanda and had not paid much attention to his other spokesperson, Madame Hydra. But that was only natural. Madame Hydra had been two-timing him as well, wielding Set's power at the same time.
After Chthon had given Madame Hydra the cold shoulder for a while, she had said goodbye to him too. Yet at the same time, he had failed to win Wanda back.
As mentioned before, Wanda had been furious in the dream world that Chthon could see her while she could not look directly at him. Wanda's anger was exceptionally long-lasting. So much time had passed, and Chthon was still waiting for her reply.
But then again, a mighty Great Demon Shadow did not need to hang himself from a single tree. Yet the reason he was so eager about Wanda was precisely because he feared Wanda felt the same way.
After all, Wanda was the true incarnation of Chaos Force. Chthon could control the vast majority of