The strange trio traveled along the road between the plantation and Wildfire City.
They moved at an unhurried pace.
By then, Elliot had long since returned to human form. A thin layer of frost hung from his face and eyebrows, yet he still looked exceptionally handsome—the only somewhat glaring issue was that after changing back from a lizard, he had never had the chance to put on any clothes.
And the Greater Devil Sebaron clearly had no interest in getting one of his prisoners a tuxedo.
Elliot himself did not seem to care either.
He listened to Sebaron's story. At first, he wore a thoughtful expression; later, his complexion flushed and his breathing quickened. When Sebaron sneered that the true masterminds behind the Wildfire City Incident were actually God of Day Fernando and Devil King Dugolin, Elliot's entire body tightened like a drawn bowstring. Only after letting out a long breath did he finally relax.
Charles's expression grew even stranger.
This guy looked like he had just orgasmed...
"Interesting. It seems your nose and sensitivity for conspiracies are extraordinary. No wonder you tried to stir up such a scheme."
Sebaron watched Elliot's changing expression with a light chuckle.
As a Greater Devil, even if he had been unable to use his power for years, he could still quickly determine Elliot's class, abilities, and areas of expertise.
"You are a born conspirator!"
Sebaron shook his head regretfully. "If this had been in the past, perhaps I would have given you an opportunity—a ritual to become a devil and serve me. Unfortunately, now that you know these things, there is only one path left for you: death."
Elliot showed no fear in the face of death so close at hand. Instead, he looked even more interested.
He tried to ask in a