Oing, Did Something Happen?

Footprints were left in the snow on the Snow Mountain.

"Haa, haa."

Pastel staggered, pushing through the snow.

The Cult really, really should have built its hideout in a convenient place where a Subjugation Force could easily invade.

And House Friesli shouldn't have sacrificed their subordinates to build a castle in a remote place, but should have put that money in Pastel's wallet instead.

Agreed, agreed.

Pastel had a lot to say. Normally, she would have talked to Lord Demon, but due to an unknown awkwardness, she quietly gauged his reaction.

Lord Demon was walking with an expression not much different from usual. The snowstorm had also died down quite a bit, so she hadn't been mistaken.

She felt like she had said something a little harsh, but she thought Lord Demon, who let it slide without holding a grudge, was an angel.

Honestly, calling the Heartbroken Loser Lord Demon a Heartbroken Loser was a really harsh thing to say, she thought...