"Cough, cough... Who are you?" The two of them struggled incessantly.
"Who we are isn't important. What matters is that we know who you are." Ron's voice was cold. "You know about what happened at Amanda Apartments, don't you?"
"Your most esteemed master has suffered a severe blow, and we came here to help it. What you need to do now is hand over the ritual for communicating with Satan, so we can negotiate with it."
"Heh! Give up. I'll never betray my master." The young man gritted his teeth.
"We don't need your betrayal, idiot." Ron sneered. "What gives you the right to make decisions for your master? Shouldn't you ask for its opinion?"
"Perhaps what it wants most right now is for us to communicate with it and help it seal away the thing that severely wounded it, rather than having you make arbitrary decisions here. Do you really believe in your master? Don't delay something important because of your own foolish mortal way of thinking!"
"The best thing you can do now is communicate with your master immediately and let us speak with it."
"And since your master is so powerful, what are you afraid of? It's only communication. Could we possibly harm it just by speaking to it? Shouldn't we be the ones afraid?"
"Don't you think your master is omnipotent and incomparably powerful? Then why don't you dare let it come out and speak to me directly?"
Ron gripped his neck as though he were holding up a scrawny monkey.
Faced with Ron's questioning, the young man froze for a moment and realized he had no way to refute him.
That was right. The master was so powerful. Since these insects insisted on presenting themselves before it, why refuse them?
"F-Fine. I'll take you to