“I will save you. Desire my advent.” 

Children, that is enough.

She muttered while looking up at the ceiling. She was casually speaking to herself. Her face couldn’t be seen because it was covered by fine cotton, but it was easy to infer that she was making a crazed expression. 

However, Rose didn’t mind and instead felt thrilled. She had been plagued by terrible anxiety for the past few months.

Was it because the number of humans invading hell through the weird machine called the hell elevator was increasing day by day? No, this was something to be grateful for. The small fries wandering through hell was nothing more than food to fatten the great demon Rose. 

The problem was the main expedition. The most elite party consisting of many famous rankers of the Overgeared Guild and the kings of the different species. They were using the swarm of demonic creatures sent by Baal as mobs and were getting stronger every day. It felt like there would be trouble if left like this.

However, Rose didn’t dare to step out. The best she could do was curse Baal, whose mind was unknown, and Amoract, who still coveted Yura and didn’t rush out.

This XX guy, this XX woman, these bastards that shamed their parents, and so on—it just so happened that Rose’s cursing skills were risi...