In Marvel, the System Works for Me
Garm's master was Nash the Corpse Demon, a Greater Demon under the Monarch-level Demon Julian.
Garm was merely a Mixed Demon Nash had made on a whim. Even among the countless Lesser Demons, he was exceptionally weak.
It was precisely because he was so weak that he had a chance to pass through the net woven by the World Rules alive.
A B-Rank Weird Monster that posed a grave threat to a town was nothing more than a creature from the lowest rung of Hell.
Garm had lived for over a century, a remarkably long life compared with other Lesser Demons. If he hadn't been Nash's watchdog, he probably wouldn't have survived a single day.
Hell was that brutal.
That was why Garm was utterly loyal to Nash.
Once, the Monarch-level Demon Julian visited Nash's residence. Garm caught a glimpse of him from afar.
Geralt saw what Julian looked like.
The next instant.
The memory blurred.
Julian's appearance became impossible to describe, a shape lost in mist.
This was probably the legendary Unseeable!
And Julian, who wielded authority over "death," was only a marginal figure among Monarch-level Demons.
Terrifying.
Through Garm, Geralt saw many Demon species:
Manes, Quasits, Succubi, Vrocks, Mariliths, Balors...
Not long after his shower.
Geralt received a call from Luke.
"Forget treating me to dinner. I'm home."
"Megan and I are on our way. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes."
At that point, dinner was clearly just an excuse. They had something else to discuss.
"All right."
Geralt named a nearby restaurant: the Claw Restaurant.
Then he told Rebecca he wouldn't be home for dinner.
Geralt definitely hadn't chosen the Claw Restaurant because of its two distinctive, beautiful young women. He'd heard they had recently hired another one.
"Hey,