"Father, I will be leaving my men in your care for the time being."
When Abaddon voiced his decision, it took a moment for everyone to comprehend what he'd just said.
But in the blink of an eye, they all turned to Asmodeus and awaited his response.
Unfortunately, the nephilim seemed to be having none of it.
"Hm? Why do I have to do something so tiresome??" He hated training recruits, and it had never really been interesting to him.
That's why he used to always push things like this onto his nine lieutenants while he went to go and play with women.
"You had something better to do?" Abbadon asked in irritation.
"No, but I can certainly find something."
Abaddon rolled his eyes and was suddenly filed with the urge to beat up his father.
If flat out asking wasn't going to work, he decided to try praise instead.
