"You flatter me."
Mandala, willing to trade his own life for a chance at his community's survival, smiled bitterly. Salamandra's lack of top-tier combat power had always been its greatest pain.
"Seeing how devoted you are, I won't hold your mistakes against you."
The war god, who had no interest in executing a useless Lizardman, spoke as Mandala stared at him in astonishment.
"You... are willing to spare us?"
Having already prepared to trade his life for the community's safety, Mandala looked at the war god, who seemed willing to forgive Salamandra for its grave mistake. His voice was hesitant.
"I'm just a passerby who came here following the trail of a Demon King. Deciding how to deal with you isn't my business."
Li Zihan shrugged as he spoke.
"You only summoned a Five-digit Demon King. Rather than dwelling on that, you should investigate the person who gave you the item sealing that Demon King."
"So, in your eyes, a Five-digit Demon King is nothing worth mentioning?"
Mandala smiled bitterly, a wave of defeat washing over him.
So the ritual they had wagered their community's fate on to challenge a Demon King was nothing more than a joke to the great figures of the upper levels.
"After all, the person who gave you that rookie Demon King is a member of the Demon King Alliance, Ouroboros."
The war god shook his head. He was quite willing to speak with an Original Text Candidate in Fenrir's identity.
"The Demon King Alliance, Ouroboros?"
Mandala could not help but feel confused. Even now, he had no idea how terrifying the organization behind the person who had urged him to summon the Demon King truly was.
"Yes. A community formed by many major figures from the upper levels of Hako niwa World. They intend