"So, what's this all about?"
Molten Hell.
Herbert blinked as he was transported to the area, looking at the scene before him with a subtly peculiar expression.
"Hiss... Mourning Dark Shroud?"
It's really not his fault for lacking insight; the scene unfolding before him was somewhat unexpected.
It even looked somewhat comically absurd.
In Herbert's puzzled gaze, the Devil who had always acted mysteriously in front of him was now hanging pathetically upside down on the wall of the Bronze Fortress...
Yes, hanging upside down.
Even capitalists hanging from telephone poles weren't this pitiful. They would just hang by their necks like rain dolls, while Kreti was hung by her ankles like an inversion.
A Demon transformed into a self-sacrificing figure was indeed laughable.
Herbert had finally been tricked by the Demon, taking Kreti's claim of "Flora? Ha, I'm even with her!" too lightly.
