'My real name is Belial Doomblade. I was a Demon Lord and held the position of a guardian in the Devil Tower. My job was to protect the 91st floor of the tower and keep it safe from enemy forces. It was like that for a long time until I got tired of it. I don't know how long exactly I have protected the tower, but I did my job well for many years so I decided to retire and go to a minor world to spend the rest of my life in peace.'

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10 years later in a world called Roshar.

Belial was sitting on a recliner outside a newly opened restaurant. He was enjoying the warmth of the sun with a look of bliss. "Ah~ I miss this kind of warmth, but I will never go back to that place." He chuckled while thinking about a certain place in his memory.

"Lord Bel, everyone is ready! We can start accepting customers now!" A woman's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Belial lazily turned his head.

Walking out of the restaurant was a mature woman in her mid-thirties. She was alluring and filled with charm. Her black hair was tied in a ponytail and there was a sweet smile on her face.

This woman was Alora. She was a native of this world and he happened to save her a few years ago when she was being chased by a gang of bandits. According to her, she was the eldest daughter of a fallen noble family. That was all that he could remember about her since he was not interested in her personal life. He didn't know why, but after that encounter, she chose to follow him and even promised to repay him by working as his maid. He wanted to reject her at that time, but he thought that it was a good idea to take a local as a servant so he eventually agreed. Since then, she has been working as his servant, but it was more appropriate to call her his assistant.

"Oh? That's good. You may start taking in some customers." Belial responded with a lack of enthusiasm. He opened this restaurant not because he wanted to. He did it for the sake of fulfilling an old wish.

"Yes, Lord Bel!" Alora bowed to him. "Would you like me to bring some drinks?" She asked while looking at him.

Belial's true figure was very terrifying so he disguised himself as a native of this world. He didn't want to attract too much attention so he assumed the face of a middle-aged man. The face he chose didn't look overly handsome, but it was somewhat attractive. With an angular face, sword-like eyebrows, and a tall nose, he was the definition of a bad-ass godfather. He didn't know why this word came to his mind, but he felt that it was the most suitable word to describe his facade.

"That sounds good. Bring me a glass of orange juice."

"Alright. Please wait for a moment." Alora smiled at him. She then turned around and went back to the restaurant.

Belial took a moment to peek at the situation inside. He saw Alora giving orders to the workers before she headed to the kitchen to prepare his juice.

Belial looked away and closed his eyes. "Bringing her along was definitely a good idea…" He muttered.

At this moment, the workers finally opened the restaurant. Some of them went out to call the passing pedestrians and invited them inside to try their food.

Most of the bystanders were curious about the restaurant since it was built on the busiest street in the capital. It has four floors with tall glass walls and high ceilings. It looked extremely luxurious so not everyone was willing to come inside.

The opening of the restaurant attracted the attention of some nobles who happened to pass by the street.

"Look! That place is already open!" Yelled a man who was wearing a set of expensive clothes.

"Which noble family built that restaurant?" Asked another man who was covered in shining jewelry from head to foot.

Belial was annoyed by the ruckus so he covered his ears with a thin stream of mana. "Much better…" He smiled as he adjusted his sitting posture to a more comfortable position.

The nobles walked towards the restaurant. They passed by Belial, but they thought that he was just a homeless man so they ignored him.

Upon entering the restaurant, they were stunned by its magnificent design. The architecture of the building was already a shock to them so when they saw the beautiful interior, they were left speechless.

"What a spectacular place! Our main mansion looks ordinary compared to this." Muttered a noble while shaking his head.

"This place is indeed aesthetically appealing, but I wonder if their food is as good…"

The attentive workers immediately noticed their presence and greeted them respectfully. "Welcome to our humble restaurant, esteemed guests! Let us guide you to a vacant table."

"That would be great. Thank you." The nobles accepted their invitation and followed them.

Meanwhile, Alora stepped out of the restaurant with a big glass of orange juice in her hand. "Lord Bel, your juice is here." She called out to him while walking at a steady pace.

Although Belial blocked his hearing, he could still sense what was happening in his surroundings. He opened his eyes and sat up straight. "Thanks."

"It's my pleasure to serve you." Alora smiled at him as she handed him the glass.

Belial took the orange juice and gave it a good sniff. "It smells good!" He praised before taking a light sip. He didn't want to break his elegant facade so he forced himself to drink like a human.

"Great flavor! Good job, Alora! Keep up the good work." He praised her. One of the things he learned after working as the guardian of the Devil Tower was to always praise his subordinates. He noticed that this makes them more motivated to do things better.

The corners of Alora's lips curved upwards. "I don't deserve such praise, my lord."