Lucian leaned back, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Belphegor.
"You said you wanted an alliance. But what exactly do you plan for the future?"
Lucian said.
Belphegor swirled the last of the wine in his cup before setting it down with a soft clink. His expression remained unreadable, though his strange eyes gleamed with amusement.
"For now, I plan to remain in this village of yours. I'll observe the alliance I have chosen, see if it's worth my time. And while I stay, you're free to ask for my assistance in anything you desire."
The demon king replied.
Lucian nodded, thoughtful.
"Then, I do have a request."
"Oh? Finally. What is it? Strength? Power? Weapons? Or perhaps a way to control the humans under you?"
Belphegor arched a brow.
Lucian shook his head.
"Sanitation."
For the first time, Belphegor blinked.
"...What?"
"Sanitation. And facilities to support daily life. I want proper systems in place for my people. That's what I want you to help us with."
