Chapter 109: The Dungeon Of Alarakxys (14)
Beelzebub's nature magic slowly dissipated into nothingness.
Amidst the dancing mana particles, the demon stopped by the commander's corpse, whose form was lying in a pool of blood. For some reason, the man died with a smile on his face.
Noticing the family photo half drenched in blood, Beelzebub lowered himself and picked it up. "Common soldiers aren't worthy enough to return to their world… only the lieutenants and Milky can."
It was… the harsh reality of the world, no matter which… in all worlds, those who weren't talented or worthy to the higher-ups were often sacrificed or equipped with the gear matching their status.
The stone body of Commander Roman matched his usefulness… so he couldn't return to his family.
Focusing his attention on the woman in the picture… Beelzebub pondered aloud. "Are you a good wife?"
