138 Baal's Faction (5)

Four days have passed since Zero's arrival at the Spring of Vitality. Baal sighed. Much had transpired in that short window of time that he was awake. There was no doubt about it, Coux was Lilith's descendant. The succubus' blood still ran strong despite the watered down generations. That trader was milking every single ounce of what he had to offer with the covenant mark, not that he was upset about it. Leaving business to the hands of a Van Doux was the right decision. Being mana drained constantly was a small price to pay. If his domain collapsed because of his inability to support it, Baal wouldn't be a Demon King in the first place.

"What's that? Has the mighty King of Laziness finally decided to get serious about conquering the world?"

Baal clicked his tongue. Yet another annoyance has chosen to present itself in the Demon Lord's path.

"Nice to see that you're still in good health, uncle. Are you here to steal 'holy water' again?"