Clank—clank clank—
The sound of mechanisms turning echoed from the deep passage above, Tanaka guessed that someone was clearly about to come to the underground space of this Magic Prohibition Array.
"Has the Demon King... won already?"
Although he had already heard the outcome from Jiro's mouth, the conflict ended much quicker than he had anticipated.
"Hey." He nudged Jiro beside him with his elbow, "What should we say when we meet the Demon King?"
"Cough, cough cough!" Jiro frowned, as if enduring something, but still explained, "The Demon King is a smart person, there's no need to say anything deliberately, he will understand when he sees us."
Saying this, the Foxman tried to stand up by leaning against the stone pillar, Tanaka stepped forward intending to help him, but before his fingertips could touch the fur-shorn arm, Jiro suddenly fell heavily to the ground.
Tanaka immediately stepped forward, lifting his head: "What's wrong with you...?"
