Rumble!
Dark clouds blanketed the night sky, lightning snaking through them and exploding into arcs of light.
Illuminated by the flashes, a large Boeing passenger jet pushed through powerful air currents toward its destination, Fuyuki City.
The violent turbulence made the cabin sway as well, disturbing the passengers' dreams.
At that moment, in a window-side corner near the back of business class, the King of Demons who had fled Italy because he could no longer endure Mapo's divine might turned sideways to glance at the surging clouds outside. Shaking his head helplessly, he closed the magazine he had already read twice and grumbled inwardly.
Tch, human air travel was still nowhere near comfortable. It really had a long way to go.
If I'd known, I would have flown myself.
After muttering a few words, the Ancient Serpent, bored out of his mind, called over a flight attendant and ordered a bottle of wine, intending to drink alone and pass the time.
However, just as he pulled out the cork, the plane shook again. The crimson wine he was pouring into the goblet nearly spilled onto Samael.
The Ancient Serpent set down his glass, raised his head slightly, and narrowed his eyes as he looked down the aisle toward the nose of the plane, where the vibrations were strongest.
This time, something was off...
Samael rose from his seat and headed forward, his head lowered as he frowned in thought.
At the same time, a silver-haired beauty wearing a white Cossack Hat and an expensive leather outfit approached him.
Hearing the movement, the Ancient Serpent looked up instinctively.
In that instant, an almost excessively beautiful and perfectly sculpted face, doll-like in its refinement, ruby-red eyes, and silver hair shining like snow entered Samael's vision. The Ancient Serpent froze in place, briefly