『Everything must go smoothly. This is your last chance to prove your loyalty. Understood?』

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

『I hope you’re more useful this time.』

The conversation finally ended. However, Aether couldn’t move. His clenched fists were shaking. ‘How long do I have to suffer this humiliation?’ After failing to get Trismegistus’ Tablet, he had been treated like an outcast. He still had his position as a member of the Senate of Elohim, but the responsibility for Ione’s fell on him alone.  

He had been the Ninth Bishop of the Devil Army, but Kindred had put so many limits on him that he couldn’t do much. In the end, he was just a good-for-nothing who was unaffiliated with any group. It wasn’t what he wanted at all. He wanted the Elohim to respect and admire him—and even consider him a potential candidate for the Consul. In the Devil Army, he wanted to become the Heavenly Demon’s servant and have his power in his hand. 

He had dreams of reaching the peak in both groups and ruling the Tower. Where had things gone wrong? He couldn’t even hope for anything close to...