CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN - Dishlim? More like Dishwasher
One day later, and the eye bags were betting worse. "Maybe we should just take a break and meet up next week," I suggested, trying not to look at Noa's zombie-like appearance. "Yeah, probably." Noa sighed, and I grinned. "Great~ Disperse, then, and I'll see you next week, at the seedy pub on the outskirts of town." Actually, I wasn't tired at all. But, uhm, Noa looked like he was going to collapse on the spot. And there was that other reason too.
Since I had met Frsk Sfsn, the Supreme god, I now had to meet the supreme devil - Dishlim.