Chapter 205 – Balkan Was Blacked Out Again.
“So, how are you going to send me to that continent?”
At Astaroth’s question, Baal looked at him with cold eyes.
It must have been funny for him to make up his mind on just a few words of his wife after he had been inactive for a long time, but seeing that he asked about it now, it seemed that he had n’t listened to himself properly.
“Open the door.”
Baal said so to the demon king Unis, who was trembling beside him.
For a moment, he could see Astaroth and his wife looking at Unis with interest, but it didn’t matter anyway.
“… Ugh. Ah okay.”
At Baal’s words, Unis stretched out her hand in the air with a frightened expression and began to concentrate.
It was not an easy task to create a door that connects a completely different world, and it was an enormous burden on the body and mind even for a demon lord.
The moment Astaroth was about to say something at the sight of Unis sweating profusely.
The black hole that appeared in the air began to expand its area little by little.
“Ha ha… Mandible… I, I kept it near the empire.”
Demon King Unis sat down on the floor as if exhausted and answered like that.
Confirming that the portal had appeared, Baal looked at Astaroth, who slowly began to rise from his throne.
“Are you planning to leave right away?”
“Did you say that the plate holding the hero?”
Astaroth answered Baal’s question with a question.
Baal nodded his head at the question, and soon Astaroth’s mouth was covered with a thick sneer.
“All that stupid asshole knows how to do is make fun of cocks. I don’t think there’s any need to waste time, as long as I’ve made the decision according to your words.”
As Astaroth said, he glanced at his wife his, Astaroth.
She has one of the most beautiful appearances in the Demon Realm, but she is a woman who cannot be described as lustful.
It was even said that when the demon created them, the souls of Lilith and Astarothe, the succubus queens, were swapped.
Of course, all sorts of intrigues abounded between Pan and Astarothe, who were the sex demons, and Astarote proudly carried her face despite such dirty rumors.
Even though lewd behavior is not a crime in the underworld, Astaroth, who took her as his wife her, couldn’t help but feel dirty about her.
“What about your military strength?”
“Are you asking me knowing what my specialty is?”
After answering Baal’s curious question about himself, Astaroth turned his gaze back to his wife.
Astarothe was just waiting for her husband to leave quickly with an expression as if her body her was getting hotter.
“Astarote, this will be my last present.”
“I know, so go quickly. A little.”
Seeing her wife her appeal to Baal by rubbing her thighs on her own, Astaroth let out a light sigh.
When I was young, I fell for that appearance and made the worst choice, but that was over.
“Ah, it’s finally turned off. You sick bastard.”
Swoop-.
As Astaroth disappeared through the portal created by the demon king, harsh curse words erupted from Astaroth’s lips to his.
Baal and Demon King Unis, who were watching the situation, looked at Astarothe with strange expressions.
Baal knew something about her, but Unis, who did n’t know much about her underworld lords her, looked quite shocked.
It was also because the difference between the appearance of Astarotte, which retained her graceful beauty of her, and the words pouring out of her mouth of her was too great.
“How are you, Baal? Would you like to have fun?”
Astarothe openly seduced Baal, pulling up her skirt like her cheap prostitute.
Baal’s gaze moved between Astarothe’s giddy legs, but only for a moment.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have time to enjoy it, and I don’t feel like it.”
Seeing Baal answer with his characteristic blunt tone his, Astaroth puffed out his cheeks in disappointment.
Demon King Unis felt even more suspicious when he saw Baal like that.
It was Baal, who was said to have the greatest power among the demon lords, but Unis did not know what he wanted.
Baal was a man who neither particularly coveted women’s sex nor showed any special desire for power, and that was true not only in this life but also in the life before the return.
She had been on a rampage since learning that she had regressed, but Baal had n’t laid a finger on Unis’ body his.
“Not funny.”
“…”
When Baal ignored his words, Astarothe’s eyes turned to the Demon King Unis.
However, after confirming that the demon king was a woman, Asta Rote let out a sigh and turned her gaze back to Baal.
“Anyway, did the real plate leave for the continent?”
“Yes.”
Baal had no particular intention of creating a dispute with Astarothe, so he answered her question obediently.
“Yeah, you mean that?”
Astarothe licked her lips, smiling contentedly at her Baal’s answer her.
**
“Huh, I’m sick of it. Really.”
Balkan, who sat down on the floor with a tired expression, muttered that.
The hero defeated the demon lord, but the monsters he brought with him remained in the desert tribe’s home.
Even if the hero’s party had taken care of it to some extent, the moment the hero and Balkan joined, the battle was still the same.
Fortunately, none of the group suffered any major injuries.
Balkan couldn’t help but frown when he saw the corpses of the beasts lying in the tribal village, giving off a strong smell.
It was fortunate that they found their place again, but it was because, at this rate, even if the tribe members returned, there was no good place to stay.
Moreover, the problem was that the guy named Pan who attacked them was just one of many demon lords.
When he thought that other monarchs were invading the continent, his eyes were inevitably dark, so Balkan’s gaze naturally turned to the hero.
“What about Lilith?”
“I think I’ve passed the hurdle, but I can’t wake up easily.”
The hero was in the middle of a conversation with a saint of the empire, and between them was Lilith, who was drooping.
Still, it was true that Bar Khan was also worried about her, perhaps because of her memories of being held captive together.
“First of all, I have to do something about this disgusting smell.”
“After. I know.”
At the words of the hero, the saintess named Marian looked around.
However, even though he was listening to the conversation, Balkan did not think that something would happen.
Her saintly appearance of her was delicate, and with her small body of her, she seemed unable to move even a nearby monster.
However, it was at that moment that a miracle unfolded before Balkan’s eyes his.
“Purification!”
The saintess shouted as she stamped her feet on the floor, and at the same time, a gentle aura began to pour from her body.
Her light, which spread from her center, spread to the far end of the village of the desert tribe where Bal Khan grew up, and in an instant, the smell of her disgusting beast’s blood began to disappear.
I felt a huge aura as if it erased all the unclean things in the world, and that aura was enough to shock Balkan, who had never believed in Guyanese religion.
“Roughly, do you think this will be enough?”
No matter how big she is, the saintess who got rid of the disgusting smell of the monsters in one go said that to her her hero her as if she was no big deal.
Seeing that the hero also took the saintess’s words for granted, Bar Khan stood up as if possessed.
Then, moving her tired legs and facing her saintess, Bar Khan knelt down on one knee in front of her and looked up at her.
Her bewildered look of a saintess was visible, but in Balkan’s eyes, even her appearance she seemed holy.
“What, what is it?”
The saintess’s embarrassed voice flowed out, and Bar Khan looked at the hero’s eyes in her.
Knowing roughly the character of the hero, he had no choice but to doubt the relationship between the saintess and the hero, and he had no choice but to pay attention to him.
But even so, Balkan mustered up his courage.
No, I had to pay.
Leaving strong genes was like a duty as the head of a tribe.
Fortunately, the hero didn’t say much when he saw Balkan’s actions of her, and soon Balkan spoke to the saintess in a trembling voice.
“My…Will you give birth to a child?”
“Crazy bastard.”
Bar-Kahn said for a moment that he had heard himself wrong.
That would be the case, because the words the saintess had spoken were very different from the image she had shown her up until now.
“There… Just what… ?”
“Where does an ignorant, muscular piglet dare to look at me? Is the imperial saintess complacent?”
Balkan’s face crumpled mercilessly at the cold saintess’ words her.
‘I don’t have a face that doesn’t get eaten like that, do I? I’m sure the women of my tribe are happy to see me…’
Balkan, he was a true frog in a well.
