Fate's Bridegroom's Funeral

[At some point in the past, Seventh Hell · Scorching Hall · Hell Labyrinth]

"Honestly, Nana, I don't think Asmodeus has much talent for interior design."

Minsk Talis stepped on the corpse of a devil whose head he had just shot through and blew on the faintly glowing +5 adamantine repeating crossbow in his hand. He turned to one of his companions, wearing that flippant smile people both loved and hated.

"Gray, black, dark red... are there no other colors? Like the rose color favored by Goddess Sherlyn?"

If Xia Lin had been here and used [Item Appraisal], he would probably have received information like this:

[Minsk, Level 20 Intelligence Specialist/Level 4 Bard/Level 3 Rogue/Level 2 Priest. Status: Divine Favor (Maximum Effect)]

"That's all you have to say?" Elena Starwing (Level 20 Sorcerer), a Dragonborn sorcerer with long blue hair, rolled her eyes. "Minsk, we nearly got skewered by an infernal knight's lance just now."

Minsk walked over, gently wrapped an arm around her waist, and stole a kiss from her cheek. "Think of it as—

Well, an unconventional outing in Hell. Look, there's scenery, fireworks... what's not to like?"

"I'll agree about the scenery." Elena shot him a sidelong glance, though the corners of her lips could not help curving upward. "But could you stop saying frivolous things in places like this? We didn't come here to sightsee."

"But we still came, didn't we?" Minsk shrugged. "Luck, darling. The Luck Goddess never abandons her most beloved son."

As he said this, his gaze fell upon their other companion.

Celestine Longfellow (Level 20 Paladin), a paladin of Goddess Sherlyn, was currently kneeling on one knee and offering a final prayer for the chain devil she had just defeated.

Her long hair gleamed silver-white like moonlight beneath Hell's eternal flames, while