Hundreds of thousands of eggs wriggled like slime. Agnus looked at the eggs, each one bigger than himself, and remembered the conversations he had with Chepardea. In fact, these were the words that Chepardea used to say. 

His Highness Baal is great. I believe only in His Highness Baal. Even if I am abandoned by him, I will sing hymns for him. 

What was the scope of the ‘abandonment’ he was talking about? Being murdered, having the memory of being murdered erased, being resurrected, living as a plaything, being killed again, forgetting, resurrected, killed... 

Could Chepardea accept even this terrible reincarnation with a happy heart? He was sure this wasn’t the case. 

“Crazy bastard...” 

Agnus stopped breathing for a moment before letting out a curse. He wasn’t feeling compassion for Chepardea. He was a demon who shouldn’t be sympathized with. In the first place, Agnus had no loyalty to Chepardea. It was just that Baal was too disgusting. 

He imagined it spontaneously in his mind. The moment when Chepardea was in his most important phase. 

Baal, who came to him as if he had been waiting, suddenly violently attacked him and slowly...