Ashtarot tried to remove their hands from his feet, shaking them off. But their grip was strong like sticky gum refusing to let go.
"OF COURSE I DO! If you need a towel, get one yourself!" he shouted, losing his patience.
The fact that they had been sniffing his towel was bewildering. Were they so desperate for a towel that they had to snatch his? But, there were many towels around, and their behavior was moronic.
"We want it because it was yours," Sorrel said, looking at Ashtarot with puppy eyes.
He squinted, judging her. "I can't believe you, of all people, would behave like this, Lady Sorrel."
Sorrel was heartbroken hearing those words from Ashtarot, like being stabbed by hundreds of knives.
Her eyes filled with tears as she covered her face and cried silently, her world was falling apart. Sorrush, feeling sorry, hugged her sister.
"Ashtarot, you are so cruel to say that to her!" Sorrush pouted, and Sarissa nodded vigorously.
Realizing his mistake, Ashtarot knelt in front of them, gently patting Sorrel's head. "I apologize; that's not what I meant. I'm just disappointed in your behavior."
He didn't want to hurt her, he was just so pissed it was hard to keep emotions in check, looking at Sorrel crying make him feel guilty.
The two sisters were flabbergasted, looking at him with both disbelief and adoration.
"ME! ME! ME! PAT MY HEAD TOO!!!" Sarissa said, moving closer to Ashtarot in the hope that he would pat her as well.
"ME FIRST! I'M THE OLDEST!!!" Sorrush insisted, getting even closer, almost hugging him.
But Ashtarot stopped them, pressing their heads to keep them at a distance. He was sweaty and stinky and hated being hugged in such a state.
Little did he know, the sisters loved him even more when he was stinky like that.
While Sorrel was still in shock, she hadn't expected it and wasn't prepared. She clutched her heart, feeling as if it were full of flowers, and started panting. Her heart beat fast, and her face reddened.
'AAKHHHH!!! ASHTAROT PATTED ME!!! I CAN'T, I'M GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK,' she screamed internally. Then she fainted, a smile on her face.
The two sisters were taken aback by her sudden fainting and tried to wake her, shaking her vigorously. Even Ashtarot looked worried and ordered the workers to get a paramedic.
"What happened to you, sister? Why are you unconscious?" Sarissa gently slapped her cheek, panic on her face.
"This! This is an Ashtarot mini-heart attack! We need to save her before she delves inside her imagination and never comes back!"
Sorrush suddenly rose from her seat and grabbed a cup. She then splashed her sister with water.
"Get a hold of yourself, Sorrel! We need to stay strong!!"
Sorrel gasped as the cold water shocked her awake. She blinked rapidly, looking around in confusion before realizing what had happened.
A slight disappointment washed over her as she remembered the dream she was having, in which she had married Ashtarot and had many children with him—enough to form a soccer team.
Meanwhile, Moloch watched the theatrics from afar, feeling like the only normal one in his circle of friends. He shook his head and facepalmed, hoping they would stop doing embarrassing things.
"Don't they have any shame?" he murmured.
"Mr. Moloch, what's going on over there?"
Someone suddenly asked behind him. It was Inari, still in his tracksuit from following Ashtarot's aerobic dance. Poor soul, now he had to witness this stupidity.
"Ah, it's just Ashtarot and the three-headed sisters. They do this all the time."
"I see... Does this always happen? I thought Mr. Ashtarot was a cold-headed and professional person—rigid and focused. He seems different here," Inari observed.
He looked at Ashtarot, who was still reprimanding the three sisters with statements like:
"Don't make me worry."
"Why do you always disturb me?"
"Don't steal my items anymore! Just ask for what you want, and I'll give you a new one!"
Moloch touched Inari's shoulder. "Yeah, and he's also the one leading an aerobic dance. He's not normal at all."
"That's... True" Inari remembered how the aerobic started and ended, he didn't expect Ashtarot would be that goofy.
However, he needs to ask Ashtarot something but, seeing him busy, he rather not disturb him. He turned to Moloch instead.
"Mr. Moloch, you worked in hell before, right? Do you have name lists of creatures that go to hell?"
Moloch lifted an eyebrow. "That's something only higher-ups should have, and the document can't be accessed by regular workers. Why do you want to know?"
Inari looked nervous and scratched his head. "I just want to check if my friend went to hell. We used to joke around about it."
"A friend? Do you mean a human friend? Monsters don't go to hell, you know," Moloch said, suspicious.
"Yes, she was a human. She died a long time ago, but I just want to be sure," Inari replied, tucking his hair behind his ear.
Moloch stared at him, Inari's eyes distant with nostalgia and also a great pain in his heart. As a devil, he knows so well how to read someone's feelings and true nature. Everything about him was depressing.
"Well, you could ask Ashtarot. His father is the Duke of Hell. He might have access to that information."
Inari's eyes lit up. "I see. I wanted to ask him, but..." he pointed at the still-angry Ashtarot.
"Ah... It's fine. I think he might appreciate a reason to stop," Moloch sighed.
Inari gathered his courage and approached Ashtarot slowly, gently tapping him on the shoulder. Ashtarot turned around, his face initially contorted with anger. However, upon seeing Inari, his expression softened.
"Inari, do you have business with me?"
"Yes, can we talk for a moment? I wanted to ask you something," Inari said hesitantly.
"Is this about work?" Ashtarot inquired with a hint of enthusiasm. Nothing was more important and entertaining to him than a monster asking about work.
Inari shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. But it has something to do with hell."
"I see..." Ashtarot's disappointment was evident.
Suddenly, the three sisters clung to Ashtarot. Sorrush hugged his left arm tightly, while Sorrel did the same on the right. Sarissa, meanwhile, stuck to his back, wrapping her arms and legs around him.
They glared at Inari with such intensity that it could have been lethal. Inari smiled awkwardly and introduced himself.
"I'm Inari, the new guardian of the 14th floor."