Come to think of it, this was still a kind of fate.
He—Solomon himself—was also one of God's favored children. In terms of seniority, he and this fellow could be considered predecessors and successors.
Leff, who styled himself as one of Solomon's Demon God Pillars, slowly spoke.
"I recently came across some research regarding the 'Dead Sea Scrolls,' and discovered that parts of it seem to be connected to King Solomon. There are some things I find difficult to understand."
"I thought that perhaps you, who have received God's favor, might be able to answer some of my questions."
In a world where mysticism flourished, history and mythology were undoubtedly areas worth paying attention to.
The things hidden within them held a powerful attraction, like fake accounts to an accountant, foot-washing parlors to a civil engineer, bank vaults to a robber, or Epstein Island to Hawking.
What was more—
This was a jailer chosen by God, was it not?
He would begin with ancient myths, discuss scripture, and finally bring up their respective missions.
As someone likewise chosen by God, he would surely develop an interest in another of God's elect.
Leff was certain of it.
"Are you done?"
What the fellow across from him revealed was an expression so deadpan that Leff could not understand it.
"If you're done, then get lost. I need to go summon a Servant."
In the instant the Demon God was completely unable to comprehend what was happening, a fist smashed viciously into his nose.
The punch was so heavy that his entire body spun across the ground like a top before crashing down hard.
Blood spurted out, his nose crooked to one side, as though an oil and sauce shop had opened up—salty, sour, and spicy fluids all came pouring out at once.