"Uh... about sixteen hours."
A Scorpion Devil steward whom Glasya trusted deeply raised his rather plump head and cautiously gave a figure.
As a high-ranking devil second only to Pit Fiends, his mind worked like a precision computer. He could perfectly record every image he saw and every sound he heard, down to the smallest detail.
He could probably even place each memory to the exact second, or millisecond.
That was why so many Archdevils liked appointing Scorpion Devils as their court stewards or Masters of Whisperers.
So when this one said "about sixteen hours," the real figure was certainly no less. He was undoubtedly covering for his mistress.
The thought of Glasya and Firna wasting so much precious time every day on indulgence and pleasure gave Raymond a headache.
Perhaps it was their youth, or perhaps simply their nature. Whenever they had time to spare, they looked for ways to vent their boundless energy and desire.
Often, they tortured subordinates or prisoners in every imaginable way, leaving them wishing for death purely for amusement.
Such behavior was rare among male Archdevils.
Male Archdevils tended to be calculating, cunning, and guarded. They seldom wore their thoughts on their faces or vented them through emotional outbursts.
Female Archdevils were quite the opposite. They seemed to lack self-control and lived in a constant state of emotional extremity.
The clearest example was Glasya's utterly irrational hatred of Levistus, Lord of the Fifth Layer.
She publicly claimed that everything she did was to avenge her dead mother.
But anyone familiar with that civil war knew Levistus had merely been made the scapegoat. Mephistopheles, Lord of the Eighth Layer, and Beelzebub, Lord of the Seventh, were the real culprits.
Even Zariel, who had sparked the war, probably bore more responsibility than Levistus.
Yet for some