Of the five rumored lords of the Sinking Expanse on the 751st layer of the Abyss, three had gathered at once, and the situation became delicate.
The Succubus lord had been sitting blankly atop the earthen slope. Then, as though admiring the desolate scenery along the way, she left the slope where she had sat for dozens of days, step by step, and began to stroll as if returning to her territory. Her tranquil serenity seemed like her complete opposite—she hardly looked like a Demon at all. Even when clashing with the pale Demon lord, she remained utterly unhurried.
It was not until the third lord appeared, stirring up a wave of heat, that the Succubus lord bid farewell to that tranquility and serenity.
It was like tossing a rough, jagged, foul-smelling stone into a lake.
Those words, and that frivolous, lilting tone, mockingly spoke of the Succubus lord's waiting and her longing for the Cavern World.
It even began to use praise for the endless Abyss to covertly mock the Cavern World.
All of it was a denial of the Succubus. At the same time, belittling the Cavern World also mocked that wizard from years ago—denying him, denying everything he had done and said. If this were a circle, then it was equivalent to once again denying the Succubus's waiting and longing from another direction.
"Perhaps I am more likely than you to reach that place. After all, I still have those pitifully few believers—they still firmly believe I can bring them strength and wealth, even long life. Heh heh, hehehe," the rolling heat gradually drew in, yet the Demon lord continued speaking. "Their certainty often makes me think of you—it is beyond imagination. Perhaps once I become a true lord, I can make some preparations and try descending