"Anything to report regarding the fly that has been running rampant recently?"
A deep voice echoed inside a small room. There were clear and visible hints of anger in his voice as the room quaked a bit.
The voice belonged to Marquis Kornivor, an executive sent by the Greed clan to handle the situation. Although sub-branches weren't particularly important, the loss of over ten of them was still felt by them.
Furthermore, with their pride, how could they allow such flies to continue to exist?
"This..."
Replaying to him was a demon whose body trembled.
"Regarding...the white death, we don't really..."
Crack—!
The sound of something shattering echoed throughout the room.
"Useless."
Opening his hand revealing fine black powder, Marquis Kornivor turned his attention toward another demon in the room.
The moment their eyes locked, the demon started to shake even more than the previous one.