"Lord Master!" Noah felt the surge of celebration oozing, but he quickly reined it in. He then rolled to his side and into a fetal position. "Lord Master, isn't this too much power for a single witch? Why are you letting me have so much liberty in the legion? Aren't you afraid that I could snatch everyone away from you? You built this legion for centuries… and you're letting me have it… even for a day..."
"...I'm not conniving, but I do have to be manipulative at some point." Belphegor sighed before reaching out and rubbing Noah's cheek. "Noah, not only Asmodeus is trying to poach you from me… but even the angels are flexing their strength so you would choose them. They even kept on reminding Sagan that he was theirs first. I want to know why… and I still want you to be on my side in case things go down.
