Chapitre 260: An Agreement

"Fucking hell... What's taking them so long!? Until now, His Majesty is still missing in action. And it's been months. Months! I can't keep fighting like this, I'll ruin my beautiful manicured nails!"

Asmodeus complained as he and Agares temporarily hid in one of the barracks. He had a scorch mark on his foot. And the Archon of Destitution, who had much experience with being on harsh battlefields, bandaged his foot for him although reluctantly. 

"Your nails are the least of our problems right now, Modie. You can always regrow them anyway. Stop being a whiny bitch." Agares chided him.

Asmodeus scoffed. "Easy for you to say, Aggie. You don't have an image to maintain. Except for being an intolerable brute."

"Brute is better than slut in my opinion. But anyway..."