Backstage, the assistants were staring at the screen in shock. They were whispering at each other about the recent event and they were all aghast.
"To think that these are teenagers!" One assistant remarked.
"Teenagers nowadays are spoiled brats."
"They really need discipline…"
They were all muttering to themselves. A curly haired assistant watched the TV in a wary way, thinking that in Hell, that paintball would have been replaced with spikes to their butts.
"Tch! Should have let them beat the crap outta each other!" Magrod growled. "In Hell, these two bitches would have been fish food."
He was still occupying the body of the assistant but he wanted to find Miyoo and let go of this body soon. Unlike most demons, he was not particularly fond of possessing humans. They were dirty and way beneath his noble status.
Magrod went from room to room, looking for the brat and hopefully, the Butterfly Priestess.
