Yūki stared at Summoned Skull for quite a while.
He had taken a six-star demon as his underling, and he also had a Dimensional Orb that could tear open a Dimensional Passage.
Judging by the gains alone, this trip already counted as a rich haul.
But the problem was quite specific, too.
Behind this new underling, there might be a Despair God with five thousand attack and five thousand defense, preparing to revive.
In this world, anyone who dared put "God" in their name was usually not easy to get along with.
Even the Egyptian God Cards had to take their master's wishes into account, while the three Wicked Gods would like nothing better than to flip the table.
Antihop could have divine envoys capture Tributes across dimensions, so his temperament probably wasn't all that sunny, either.
"Let's get this straight first."
Yūki pointed at Summoned Skull's chest. "If anything changes with that mark, tell me immediately. Don't wait until the Despair God is at our door before telling me it's inconvenient to leak information to an enemy."
Summoned Skull lowered his head, adopting a thoroughly deferential posture.
"Yes, Master."
"Also, don't call me 'Master' so loudly."
Yūki glanced at Holy Spirit City in the distance. "You were leading a Zombie Tide against the city just now. If you suddenly start calling me Master, the people inside might get the wrong idea about which side I'm on."
Summoned Skull turned to look at the wreckage covering the ground, then at Holy Spirit City's defenders, who were consolidating their defensive lines.
"I understand, Mas..."
He forcibly stopped himself.
"I understand."
Yūki nodded in satisfaction.
He had already accepted the underling. It was too late for a return.
If Antihop really followed the coordinates here, he would deal with whatever came.
If