“They’re all inferior,” Agares commented very concisely as he looked downstairs, where the terror attack was taking place.

For someone who pursued dignity, these terrorists were foul beings. However, the <Maleakhe> angels and <L’Infernal> demons were idiots for allowing them to invade the <Star Grave>.

The auction hall wasn’t the only place where hell broke loose. The entire <Star Grave> was thrown into chaos. The Celestials on vacation were hit with bolts out of the blue, and guards ran around to calm down the commotion. It was quite literally mayhem.

Agares could detect everything.

“Hehe! Don’t be too harsh. It’s not like they prayed for this to happen,” Satan answered with a dried squid leg in his mouth, still relaxing on his seat with his legs on the table.

He obviously didn’t care about what was happening on the first floor.

“That is why they’re all inferior. They didn’t know what was happening in their own front yard.”

“I can’t really say anything if you put it that way. Haven’t things been… bad since Metatron and Baal disappeared?” Satan commented as he stood up. “Well, that’s why someone like me is a monarch right now.”

Putting his hands halfway into his short pockets, Satan swaggered to the window and tapped it with one of his feet in slippers. He moved like a mischievous boy, but...