Ruth was hallucinating. He must be. Beelzebub didn't look too bothered but the vampire was already calculating if his reaction time could surpass the spider demon's own. Between a warrior and an assassin, it would be a close match. He might have sworn servitude to Zero but this was going too far.
"Here we are," Sekkin told them. Beelzebub surveyed the barren landscape without much interest. All he knew was that Lucifer will grant him pardon for all classes if he aces the test results after completing this mission. Ruth didn't share the same enthusiasm for obvious reasons. Miasma tasted vile. It didn't matter what kind of seasoning they used, the aftertaste would linger for days. If he knew the taste test yesterday was going to lead to this, Ruth wouldn't have done it. Blame it on his naivety and now the vampire has to pay the price for being too trusting.
