"No."
For a moment, Montana's brain refused to process what that 'no' meant. Did that mean that he would never regain his magic like everyone else feared? Wouldn't that be pitiful for him who had always been neck-deep in the affairs of the magic world, affairs that he didn't really even know that much? No, he couldn't let Belphegor refuse him. If he couldn't recover an ounce of magic, he wouldn't have a chance to rescue them.
Montana suddenly burst into a panic, his arms springing from the side and held onto the demon prince like he would never let go unless granted. "E-Even just for a night! Just help me save them—save Mephisto! Please, I beg you! Lord Master, I have maligned you! You never deliberately pitted me against Luca, and I was stupid for assuming that you'd force me to do things that I do not—!"
