"Oh, come on, just this once~"
Shesi, hearing this, wasn't interested in Shura Hime. Instead, he was more interested in Mephisto from the provisional Thirteen Crowns and Baal over there. Baal was looking disdainfully at Three Greats who were bowing.
"Are you going to recruit people?" Fenrir leaned towards Shesi. At this moment, Ameri, who was over there, also wanted to find Amaymon, so she went to compete with Lead. Suddenly, only Iruma was left beside Shesi, and Andro M. Jazz was observing them from a distance.
"Hm?" Shesi looked at the demon in front of him.
"Does Fenrir want to take a side? It shouldn't be Narnia." Shesi spoke directly.
Narnia was stunned by the words, then his expression turned serious as he looked at Shesi.
"How did you figure that out? As far as I know, you haven't met me or Fenrir."
"Because, the bloodhound," Shesi smiled.
"What do you mean? Are you… insulting me?"
"Of course not, Narnia, but I want to ask you, have you learned about the history of the Netherworld?" Shesi asked, looking at the Demon God Tribe.
"Naturally, as a demon of the Netherworld, I certainly know the history of the Netherworld."
"No, I mean the history of the Netherworld before the appearance of demons." Shesi shook his head.
"How wonderful it is. The appearance of humans and some demons is not very different. In fact, except for the tails and wings that grew out due to Adaptation to the environment, the rest are exactly the same. Evolution is truly a strange word." Shesi smiled, then looked at Narnia and snapped his fingers, and a magic shield enveloped the three of them.
"My view on demons and humans is that there is no difference between the two. What do you think, Narnia?"
Narnia's veins were bulging on his forehead at this moment.
"Nonsense! A guy who twists right and wrong!" Narnia excitedly grabbed Shesi's collar and said.
"Calm down, calm down, Narnia. Perhaps when you rise to the Thirteen Crowns, you will know things that ordinary demons don't? If possible, could you let go of my hand? Otherwise, the one next to me might make a move."
Narnia looked at Andro M. Jazz next to Shesi.
"Tsk, greetings, Lord Andro M. Jazz." Narnia let go of his hand and then stood aside.
"You brat, if you mess around, I won't be able to protect you. And your clumsy anti-eavesdropping spell, you should know that everyone present can hear what you're saying inside anytime they want to."
"Isn't that because the great Lord Andro M. Jazz is helping me?" Shesi said, looking at the musical notes on the protective shield.
Everyone outside was also surprised by the commotion inside. To be able to get Lord Andro M. Jazz to help? Had this young man already gained the support of Lord Andro M. Jazz?
At the same time, over at the Thirteen Crowns preliminary seats:
"Bachiko looked at the two people opposite him… Narnia was just called out by a person with a wolf mask. These two people… one is frantically playing on his phone, and the other is humming a song, and it's quite pleasant… The atmosphere is super awkward! What should I do… should I strike up a conversation?"
"Yo, are you all getting along well, candidates?"
The three looked over simultaneously.
"Gentleman…"
The fierce general of the south, the Thirteen Crowns' Lightning Emperor, Baal.
"Why do you all look so listless? It's true that even if you're told you're becoming a Thirteen Crowns, it doesn't feel real, right? In reality, being a Thirteen Crowns is super troublesome. Not only do you have to be responsible for your own actions, but you also have to attend meetings for communication throughout the Netherworld. Once you accept one job, there will be 100 things waiting for you to do. Every move you make will be scrutinized, and you're often hated. But even so, whenever a Thirteen Crowns seat becomes vacant, many demons still raise their hands to volunteer. Why is that? What is the charm of a Thirteen Crowns seat?" Baal's voice echoed in everyone's ears.
In the southern part of the Netherworld, in the Sleeping Plains, there flows a river that emits a purple glow called "Dragon's Yawn." In the sunlight, the sleeping water shines with colorful light, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers on a clear day. Demon King Delkira immediately fell in love with this river and even wanted to bring it back to the Netherworld Tower. This river had such an interesting and charming legacy. However, a certain man built a city on that river. Many demons had the same thought: Is it okay? Is it okay to fill in the river that Demon King Delkira loved so much?
Yes, it is. Because he is one of the Thirteen Crowns. Within the scope of his dominion granted by Three Greats, he can do anything. He needs to be responsible for what he has done, but there are no restrictions on what he does. This is the charm of the Thirteen Crowns.
"Overwhelming power. The so-called Thirteen Crowns is the best position to fulfill all kinds of desires."
Baal held up two fingers.
"Two, only two. Only two of the candidates will be chosen to become a Thirteen Crowns. Please announce them soon~" Baal then turned and walked away.
After Baal left, the serious atmosphere did not relax; instead, it became even more tense.
"Seriously, he just made the atmosphere so grim, really… But thanks to his words, my mind is clear now. Greetings? Threats? These words will only hinder my imagination. If I become one of the Thirteen Crowns, what can I achieve in the Netherworld? I only need to consider that. Iruma will definitely be happy for me like an idiot, right? If I become one of the Thirteen Crowns, I will definitely create it for you, Iruma, a place where you, as a human, can feel at ease."
Bachiko couldn't help but think of his foolish apprentice, Iruma.
At the same time, Iruma stood behind Shesi, a little confused. Shesi had not hidden his words from Iruma.
"So, Iruma, how do you feel?" Shesi asked, looking at Iruma.
"I… don't know, because we are humans, so…"
"No, it's not because we are humans. Rather, although the relationships between most demons are about scheming and exploitation… to be honest, isn't it the same for humans? Have you forgotten? That kind old lady took us in, but she was actually after our organs? Or have you forgotten the robbers disguised as police? In my opinion, these people are more hateful than demons, because the people they targeted were us, not because they targeted children, but because they targeted us." Shesi looked at Iruma seriously.
"Actually, I know you are a super kind younger brother, so kind that I sometimes find it strange. Those parents, everyone you met, I feel it was very unfair to you, but you always manage to get through it. That gives me a lot of confidence…"
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