Gloom, thunder, island.
Demon King Council.
The leader of the Seven Deadly Sins, Pride, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking emotionlessly at the four useless beings and the Saint Heir, who was even more contemptible than them.
Ever since the Saint Heir descended, Hell's moral baseline has been lowered.
Wayne sat on the chair that belonged to Wrath, the old chair creaked, and the rusty nails made it a bit uncomfortable to sit on.
Being uncomfortable didn't matter, the key point was the absence of the soft and fragrant elder sister of Lust on his lap.
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"What are you sighing about!"
Pride glared viciously at Wayne: "We have eradicated two traitors who corrupted Hell, you, as my avatar, should be as pleased as I am."
"Hehehehe————"x2
Wayne hid his true feelings and emitted a hearty laugh identical to Pride's.
Envy also wanted to laugh, forcing a stiff smile on his face, but he couldn't manage it.
