Cooperation

Now that Arthur understood what the Destruction Priests wanted, their behavior finally made sense.

Whether they had helped Ankela, a Demon Lord, open the Demon Gate before, or were now standing before Arthur, their ultimate goal was the same: to use Demon Lords like them to bring about the resurrection of the God of Destruction.

Once he understood that, the rest was easy to handle.

"I can help you with what you're asking for..."

"But..."

Arthur's expression didn't change. He looked at the Priests before him and smiled. "What can you offer me?"

"Or rather, how can you help me?"

"What is it you want, my lord?"

Across from him, the middle-aged Priest struggled to steady himself and spoke in a low voice.

Though his voice sounded calm, Arthur's keen senses could still detect the faint tremor running through his body.

That was only to be expected. It wasn't something he could blame the man for.

The aura and presence Arthur gave off were simply too powerful.

After defeating Ankela head-on and wresting the Abyss Authority from him, Arthur's own aura had grown even more imposing.

Even without deliberately letting it spread, the slightest instinctive reaction from him was enough to make anyone of lesser essence feel afraid and uneasy.

Even among mortals, ordinary people felt ill at ease in the presence of someone with an overwhelming presence. The difference between these two was far greater.

In fact, if the Priest before him hadn't possessed such a strong will, he would have already collapsed in Arthur's presence.

He certainly wouldn't have been able to sit across from Arthur and speak with him.

Arthur understood this perfectly. He didn't say anything, simply gazing at the man with a smile, as courteous as a gentleman.

"We..."

The middle-aged Priest took a deep