It had to be said that the One-Horned Devil Immortal's words made a great deal of sense.
Asmatos was persuaded-or rather, he had been argued into speechlessness and could only submit.
He was not submitting to the One-Horned Devil Immortal, but to the circumstances. With things as they were, no one could sway the tide.
"Ah..."
Asmatos sighed softly. "Is this really our only option?"
The consequences of doing this would be extremely serious.
Once they did this, it could be said that...
They would have to tread carefully among the devil race from then on.
If they made even the slightest mistake...
They would die without so much as a place to be buried.
They could not assume they were safe simply because they could get away with it for now.
What about the future? They would have to return to the Demon Realm eventually.
Here, their subordinates would not betray them.
That was because the higher the One-Horned Devil Immortal rose...
The more benefits they could reap as his trusted followers.
That was something they looked forward to, at least.
But then again, the One-Horned Devil Immortal had only reached his current position thanks to these people singing his praises, so the relationship between both sides was still quite solid.
Provided they did not return to the Demon Realm. Otherwise, who knew which of them might sell the two out to climb higher?
The One-Horned Devil Immortal looked at Asmatos. "We have to do this."
His gaze was firm, encouraging Asmatos.
In truth, both of them had already made up their minds long ago.
Their hesitation now stemmed only from uncertainty about the future.
Thinking it over carefully, this really did seem to be the only path open to them.
Whatever happened, they had to struggle a little,