Plenty of people were unfamiliar with the smell of sulfur. But the smell of rotten eggs? Even more people had never encountered that.
Civilians were not rich enough to let eggs go rotten.
Annan took a deep breath, feeling a little nostalgic. But the apparition that appeared was still Beludona's uncle.
"Beludona isn't back yet?"
"Not so soon. Even a small-scale conflict will last decades."
"You didn't ask her to come back?"
The Devil uncle kept his face, indistinguishable from a human's, perfectly straight. "Devils keep their promises. What we agree to do, we do!"
Annan had no time to count the lies in that sentence. If her uncle said so, Beludona would not be back anytime soon...
"If you need something, you can tell me."
"Uncle..."
"My name is Bablo."
"All right, Uncle Bablo. How much do you know about Demon Lords?"
Bablo fell silent for a moment. "Demon Lords are our mortal enemies."
Annan told him about being dragged into a dream by a Demon Lord.
"Demons covet the Main Plane, but they lack my people's gifts. Petty tricks like this are the only way they can influence you. There's no need to worry."
"But it's set its sights on me."
Annan added the details of how the Demon Lord had been hounding him.
"What did you do to the Demon Lord?"
"That's a Demon Lord! What could I possibly do to it?" Annan protested instinctively.
"I mean, what did you do to attract its attention?"
"Oh... Nothing much. I just showed it some Magic Films I'd made..."
Bablo's Slit Pupils stayed fixed on Annan. Only when Annan shifted uncomfortably and looked away did he speak. "That's how Demons are. They're born with an insatiable appetite. If something amuses them, there's nothing they won't do."
"So how do