Demon's Virtue

"Bleh." - Imp An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that's what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however. Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence. It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

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Solomon slowly stepped up to the stage in a dignified manner, seemingly having turned from a concerned father back into a strict ruler, not moving his sight away from the man that was in charge.

"Immediately set that spirit free, and return every single piece you have taken from its body." The King of Skyhart said with a deep glare, and the salesman slowly tried to adjust himself to bow in front of him, "K-King Solomon, right? I am sorry, but that spirit is how I earn my living! You cannot just take that from me!"

"Oh?" Eiro muttered quietly, tightening the grip he had around the man's neck, "Then it's alright if I slit open your stomach and take your liver, heart, or stomach to sell them on the black market?" The Demon asked, and he could immediately hear the man's heart speed up.

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