If she hadn't been torn apart, but insisted on marrying Austin, the Great Devil of Hell would have been born from her belly.
Now it's all to Slyphy's advantage.
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The outskirts of Lundan City, the old place.
A black Magic Array hovered high in the sky, Wayne sat on a long bench, arms crossed and legs crossed, with three Reincarnated Angels standing behind him.
In the distant sky and earth, four black shadows burdened with sin were battling Uriel, Kiraal, Vikul, and the Seraph. These four figures were all avatars of Wayne, freshly made, still warm.
Wayne paid no attention to the distant battlefield. Except for the unidentified Pride, he no longer considered Demigods worth his attention.
Just playing around casually is fine, being too serious would lose the big picture.
Wayne tapped the long table with one hand, looking across at Galver, and frowned, "Your master is Pride, right?"
"No, my master is the Lord of Envy."
