William was deeply disappointed in the City of All Evils. He was disappointed in the Dark Child, and equally disappointed in Mastema.
He only wanted to find some of the most evil, twisted, and revolting bastards. Yet these assholes had failed to meet even such a simple request.
Because they all unanimously agreed that the Dark Child was that sort of person.
But Prince knew very well that this guy could not lay a hand on Lancelot.
So.
William thought of a place.
Hmm.
He suddenly understood.
The Dark World might have been evil and chaotic enough, but they still had their nemeses. Who did Demons fear most on the Gods Continent?
Certainly not light-type Professionals, much less those so-called Temple Knights.
It was the famous Demon Hunter Guild.
"Hmph!"
"I'm leaving. You've disappointed me too much!"
"As members of the Dark Faction, you're not even twisted enough to qualify as perverts. Dark Lords, my ass. Useless trash."
The haughty Prince turned and left. Mastema and the many Dark Lords nodded in agreement. Yes, yes, yes, everything you said was right.
We aren't twisted enough. We need to cultivate too; we're not like Dragonkind, who can reach the Saint Realm while sleeping.
Who had the time to act like a pervert all day?
Besides, we really weren't as twisted as the Demon Hunter Guild of the Gods Continent.
Especially since, even if we Demons liked killing for fun, didn't you humans, Winged Folk, and Elves also enjoy killing Demons?
There wasn't much difference between the two.
It was merely that they did not live on the same continent.
If they all lived in the same world, could things really be divided so clearly?
Oh, so you were justice?
And we were evil?
Unfortunately.
The Dark Lords did not dare argue