"Hmph! You make it sound so easy. Do you think I don't want to build an intelligence network in the Abyss? The problem is that it's simply impossible! If you're capable, then you do it!" Zaebos was no naïve fool. Naturally, he understood the barbs hidden in those words and immediately fired back.
He knew Pearza was simply jealous that he was in charge of intelligence. Baator invested enormous sums into intelligence every year, and as the head of intelligence, Zaebos naturally skimmed a share from it. That was an unspoken rule in Baator, so it was perfectly understandable that others would envy and resent him. But this juicy piece of meat was already in Zaebos's hands, and there was no way he would give it up. He would never take the blame for something like this.
"Enough, enough. Now isn't the time to determine who's responsible. Let's continue discussing Baalzebul's report." Dagos, one of the Dark Eight, stepped forward to play peacemaker.
Yet those seemingly inoffensive words made Zaebos grit his teeth in secret. Dagos appeared to be smoothing things over, but what was he really doing? Between the lines, he had already defined the nature of the matter. "Now isn't the time to determine responsibility?" That meant it was already obvious who was responsible. Wasn't he plainly saying that Zaebos should be held accountable?
But Zaebos could not very well continue arguing with Dagos. After all, the other man had already said they needed to discuss serious business now, so he could only swallow his anger. From this alone, it was clear that Dagos was an absolute master of court intrigue.
"Send more troops? But... what about logistics?" Zapan, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.
Devils were different from demons. When demons went to the Blood