The Demon King Raymond, kneeling on one knee, glanced sideways at Hels who was also kneeling not far away, wishing to follow the Dark Magic Dragonkin Lance. He had dealings with this guy before, a mighty Demon King with power among the upper-middle tier of the demonic hierarchy.
This fellow's race was also formidable, celebrated in human legends as Great Demons who devour souls in Hell.
Unexpectedly, this guy had chosen to follow the Dark Magic Dragonkin too, it seemed he had high hopes for Lance.
At a time like this, anyone with a brain would know how to choose. With the ability to effortlessly subdue over a dozen Demon Kings and members of the Royal Family, such beings were scarce even across the whole Abyss. Having encountered and even been defeated by one, it was a perfect opportunity to swear fealty.
