"Yeah, it had already been three days since our defeat."
Looking at her master, who seemed as though she had only just woken up, Lating, who had been moving about Community Fire Dragon's base for three days now, could not help but smile bitterly.
"During the duel, you helped us block the attacks and suffered severe injuries."
"So... that much had happened..."
Pest touched her cheek. She remembered now.
Earlier, because her Host Authority had lower priority than that Zoroastrianism war god's, she and her companions had been forced to attack him.
And then there was no afterward.
A Demon Lord who exceeded the Four-digit rank was clearly not someone a Five-digit Demon Lord like her could contend with.
Or rather, the other side had merely used the white horse symbolizing the sun among his ten incarnations to defeat them completely, without even using his full strength.
Remembering this, bitterness rose at the corners of Pest's lips.
They had only gone to attack a festival being held in a Seven-digit Outer Gate, yet they had encountered a Demon Lord who exceeded the Four-digit rank.
After all, apart from the upper levels of Little Garden known as the Heavenly Realm, Four-digits active in other regions were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Those who were both Four-digits and Demon Lords were even rarer.
Yet they had run into an event with odds no less unlikely than winning the lottery jackpot more than a dozen times in a row.
But there was no point thinking about that now. After steadying herself a little, she asked her servant, "Where's Weisi? Is he all right?"
"He's fine too." Lating reassured her. "Master needn't worry. Both his injuries and mine were healed during the battle."
"Who's worried about him?!"
Pest pulled a long