Bab 153: Monke and the Send-Off

"Well shit… Of course, they would win…" Catalina muttered out with a shrug of her shoulders. Beside her, I saw Typhial, the last person I would say that would agree with the catwoman, nodding her head in agreement.

"And they are?" I asked with a tilt of my head. Oshurova, who was looking at me with a smile, decided to grace upon me the information I so desperately sought.

"Dungeon Masters from the Demon King faction." I looked at her with surprised eyes when she said they were from the Demon King's faction. What bothered me the most was not them being apart, but another thing entirely.

"There's a Demon King faction here?" She nodded back, and I stared at the ceiling once more, this time, although this time, it was farther. "Why are cliches still a thing in this world…?"

My mutterings went unheard, other than Catalina, who was beside me and had a very strong sense of hearing. To my surprise, she laughed slightly and playfully punched my arm.