"King Solomon from another world, is Father Roland here?" Shazam happened to arrive at the Grand Church just then.
"Don't call me that," Dr. Roman said helplessly. "He just went out. Did you need him for something?"
"Solomon?" A sudden hubbub rose from a corner of the Church. At the sound of Solomon's name, all the demons erupted.
"That useless-looking human is—King Solomon? Impossible!"
"What do we do now? Should we—run?"
"Idiot! If you run, just wait until Roland gets his hands on you!"
"Then falling into King Solomon's hands wouldn't be so bad—"
"It's fine. We belong to Roland. He wouldn't dare do anything to us!"
"Ahaha..." Dr. Roman laughed awkwardly.
"So you really did treat demons like Pals," Jason remarked. One book recorded that King Solomon controlled demons by sealing them in bottles, only summoning them when they were useful.
After Solomon died, some of those bottles were opened by the Babylonians, while others were lost around the world, waiting for someone fated to find them. Just like the demon a fisherman hauled up in One Thousand and One Nights, whose first words upon being freed were, "Solomon, don't kill me! I'll never disobey your orders again!"
That showed just how deeply King Solomon had traumatized him.
"Looks like we're friendlier to demons here," Astra told Dr. Roman as she soothed the demons.
"...Are you?" Dr. Roman's mouth twitched. They were clearly more afraid of Roland, weren't they?
"Of course. We provide room and board, and even have someone specifically assigned to clean up their poop." Astra nodded.
"Mistress, we know how to use toilets," the Dream Demon said.
"That's because I trained you," Astra said proudly.
"All right..."
"Okay, everyone back to your rooms!" Astra ordered the demons.
The demons wisely returned to their quarters, not daring