“This damn bastard dares to…” Rage welled up from inside Orleius upon realizing that Siegfried was taking advantage of him. Unfortunately, this was inevitable.0

Why?0

It was all because trusting someone like Siegfried was akin to walking to the pits of hell with one’s own two feet.0

Of course, there was no way Orleius would know that. He had no idea just what kind of person Siegfried was, after all.0

“Do you have a death wish? Is life so boring that you would choose to—”0

“What do you think will happen if I die?” Siegfried smirked, cutting the senior demon guard off. Then, he said nonchalantly, “How do you plan to recover your entire fortune you bet on me?”0

“M-My entire fortune?!”0

“Don’t you know that there are no refunds in this industry? Do you plan to beg them to cancel your bet? Hmm… If I remember correctly, that’s not how things work where you come from.”0

“This insolent wretch!”0

“And also,” Siegfried added. Then, he smirked and asked, “Why are you so intent on keeping your pride when you'd be able to turn your life around just by obeying me?”0

“T-Turning my life around?”0

“How long do you plan to stay and rot in this filthy, damp, depressing, and hopeless place on a mere guard’s salary? Another fifty years? Or maybe one hundred years...0