You Call This a Trial? Part Four

After stepping onto the twenty-first floor, the three wore grim expressions. They desperately needed to let off steam, but floors twenty-one through twenty-nine didn't require force either.

They had learned one thing: the monsters here were unbelievably kind and peace-loving, terrified they might hurt them.

At last, they reached the thirtieth floor. The three large words "Chamber of Demons" gave them hope.

Demons, surely, wouldn't put them through more of those ridiculous trials. This one had to be a fight, right?

They opened the door to pitch darkness. Something clattered in the distance now and then, and waves of cold sent chills down their spines.

A murderous air had already spilled beyond the doorway. Inside was like the maw of a savage beast; entering felt like walking straight into a trap.

But that didn't scare the three of them. They had been bottling up their anger and desperately needed an outlet. Even if the eighteen levels of Hell lay ahead, they would charge through.

They passed through the doorway, and the world changed again. They stood atop a great mountain beneath an unusually brilliant full moon.

This time, not one but two monsters awaited them. They were clinking cups and drinking together.

The clattering they had heard was the sound of their cups meeting.

As the three drew closer, they saw that empty wine jugs already littered the ground around the pair.

Manaka Sajyou watched without betraying any reaction. These were two more Servants who had appeared in Chaldea: Shuten-Douji and Ibaraki-Douji.

Ibaraki-Douji declared, "I am the demon of Rashomon, the monster of Mount Oe! My severed arm calls for vengeance! I am the demon king Ibaraki-Douji!"

She made sure to raise one of her flaming claws when she finished.

Shuten-Douji said, "I am Shuten-Douji."

Apparently, even one more word