Listening to the rambling, disjointed exchange between the Lord of the Scorching Hell and the Lord of the Nine-Layered Hell.
Although the surrounding maidservants each had their own thoughts and ambitions.
No matter what plans they harbored, after secretly listening for quite some time, their minds were ultimately filled with fog.
It was like holding only a few utterly fragmented pieces from a complete puzzle.
It could not be said that they had gained nothing, yet neither could it be said that they had obtained anything substantial.
Farther away, those mid- and high-ranking Hell Devils who stood as straight as wooden stakes, yet whose thoughts twisted and wound more than a circular interchange, had barely pieced together some information from the snippets they overheard, using the intelligence they possessed.
For example: the Lord of the Nine-Layered Hell had tacitly approved the Lord of the Scorching Hell's intention to make a move against the World of Toril.
Is this an alliance between two powerhouses?
Or something else?
Still far from certain of their own guesses, they spun all kinds of strange and bizarre notions from them.
For a time, although Orsaga and Asmodeus were the only ones speaking in the entire palace, with no other movement whatsoever.
At a deeper level, who knew how many fellows were each nurturing crooked schemes of their own.
Ambition, Desire, greed...
All manner of negative emotions flowed freely and coiled ceaselessly through the palace like invisible currents and venomous snakes.
Although Orsaga and Asmodeus understood the situation perfectly well, neither of them felt any displeasure or anger because of it.
Even though among those fellows were a small number whose ambitions burned brightly enough that they wanted to rebel against the two of them.
After all, to the pair of them.
The reason the entire