"Long time no see, Pest. You look well."
After noticing their arrival, the war god seated upon the throne looked over and greeted her with great gentleness.
"...If possible, I never wanted to see you at all."
Pest made no effort to hide her displeasure at having become the subordinate of the guardian of the Sun God Mithra.
"Becoming the subordinate of someone so closely connected to the sun... there's truly nothing worse."
"I've never even met Mithra in this world. I'm not a follower of the Sun God."
The man whose divinity could be said to make him a follower of Mithra shrugged. Looking at the one who had spoken so rudely to him, a cold smile unique to a war god curled across his lips.
"By the way, aren't you afraid I'll punish you for answering your master in such a vicious tone?"
Like Leticia and Alger, this Demon King of the Black Death, who controlled the Black Death, now completely belonged to the war god who had defeated her.
If such a contract had been made by a ruler weaker than the one being ruled, that would have been one thing. But when the ruler was stronger than their subordinate, the power of this contract was brought to its fullest extent.
"Things have already gotten this bad. Could they possibly get any worse?"
Pest's expression dimmed slightly. Having been defeated in a Gift Game, she had become an affiliate of the war god of Zoroastrianism.
It was not that becoming a subordinate frightened her. When she became a Demon King, she had long prepared herself for the possibility of defeat and becoming someone else's subordinate.
But... now that this day had truly arrived, she was far less free and easy about it than she had imagined.
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