"What did you say?! An Abyssal Devil?!"
Valerie bolted upright from his chair, knocking over the water glass on his desk.
His voice cracked with disbelief as he stared wide-eyed at John.
Yet John remained unfazed, seated as if the shocking revelation hadn't come from his own lips.
"Yes, my lord, you heard me correctly," John affirmed, nodding, "Based on our findings, the Abyssal Devil residing in the Thousand Streams Cave is none other than one of the 72 devils of the Abyss—ranked thirty-third, the Desire Devil, Mammon."
Valerie sank back into his chair, his body quivering involuntarily.
"My God... just how unlucky must I be to hear one thunderbolt after another in such a short span?"
He muttered, his lips trembling.
"Why would a being of that caliber even appear here?"
His eyes flickered with incredulity, as if he couldn't trust his own ears.
John and the others—Blue Sea and Adam—simply sat quietly, waiting.
