Demon King's Thoughts

In the tavern, Alan was thinking about how to accommodate the three new men. There were only three rooms upstairs, and only two rooms that could be used as guest rooms. How to stay there was a problem.

"Why don't the three of you temporarily stay in the room that Lolita stayed in before?"

Alan said tentatively. He had already forced them to sign a magic contract, and now he made such a request. He himself knew that it was indeed difficult to accept.

As expected, Beelzebub was the first to object.

"No, I don't accept staying in the same room with anyone. Moreover, Samael's feet stink, Asmodeus reeks of alcohol, and their smells make me nauseous."

Once these words were said, even the uncle who did not care about anything could not remain calm, let alone the angry Samael.

"Beelzebub, what on earth are you talking about, you filthy fly! You bet I will beat you up with a single punch!"