The hell moon was always a full moon. It was because it was just artificially overlaid. The sight of the moon changing to a waning moon and waxing moon every time Bunhelier moved was unfamiliar. 

“There are some people who will be quite surprised.” 

Bunhelier was covered with obsidian-like black scales. From a distance, Baal admired the unrealistic appearance of the old dragon, which could be seen as a shadow covering the moon. It wasn’t an overwhelmed look. Not the slightest bit of tension could be seen. It was an abnormal reaction. 

Grid speculated more closely about the relationship between Baal and Bunhelier. 

‘Is Baal superior?’ 

Grid hadn’t logged out ever since arriving in hell. It was because it wasn’t the promised time. He didn’t know the situation outside. It meant he hadn’t heard the news that Bunhelier suffered a great defeat by Marie Rose and that Baal was the reason for her fatal effect against Bunhelier. 

Nevertheless, he had a vague guess. It was through the resentment, anger, and killing intent that Bunhelier was emitting toward Baal. Bunhelier had a clear hatred of Baal. 

He wondered if Bunhelier had been hit hard in the back of the head and if it had something to do with the episode where Bunhelier was reborn as an evil dragon in hell. 

‘I’m certain. In the process, Baal put some type of shackles on Bunhelier.’ 

This was the only way he could understand Bunhelier’s anger. Then Baal’s...