Slash!
The time was slightly earlier.
The Higher Evil Spirit, wearing a thoroughly unwilling expression, entered the chaos beneath the sea with "Gluttony."
It was not unwilling to bring "Gluttony" in here; it was simply that entering this place required it to assume an "illusory" state. Even in that state, having to "wrap" around "Gluttony" was an enormous burden for the Higher Evil Spirit.
Fortunately, "Gluttony" had a similar state, making things much easier for the Higher Evil Spirit. If it had truly been a physical entity, then even if it exhausted all its strength, it probably would have been helpless.
But what irritated the Higher Evil Spirit was that while "Gluttony" was inside it, the bastard actually wanted to stick out its tongue and taste it.
Bastard!
You really would eat anything!
Would you eat rocks too?
Want a bite of insecticide?
The only thing worth being thankful for was that "Gluttony" seemed to know there was a feast ahead, so it restrained that intense appetite. This also kept the Higher Evil Spirit from taking the most drastic measure—asking its contractor for help.
It was not like that was anything shameful.
It had a genuine contract with the other party. It had given so much; it deserved some help, did it not?
It should... right?
After thinking for a moment, the still-uncertain Higher Evil Spirit instinctively shifted away from "Gluttony."
Not only because of what it had just been considering, but also because "Gluttony" at this moment made the Higher Evil Spirit's heart tremble.
"Food, foodfood!"
"Eat, eateat!"
Its eyes gleaming as it stared at the Devourer's enormous body, "Gluttony" kept muttering as drool streamed down from the corners of its mouth.
It slid past its lips, ran down its chin, and dripped onto its clothes.
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