"Look at your general."
The two of them spoke hushly, glancing at the Oracle from time to time.
She still showed no reaction.
Sevont directed his demonic red irises to his loyal general, standing at the side of the stage.
He had ash blonde hair, and the red eyes of a demon. It wasn't hard to spot him among the other generals, since his hair colour was rather unique among their kind.
Sevont coughed in surprise, seeing the strait-laced and battle maniac general gawking openly at the Oracle, an infatuated look on his face.
He was even blushing!
"Looks like he isn't as strait-laced as we thought."
"..."
"Now, the items for winning the bet~."
Tano beckoned with his hand, showing a cheeky smile.
Sevont lost the bet this time around, and it didn't come cheap.
Unable to take out his frustration on Tano openly, Sevont formed a ball of dark magic and hurled it at the head of his "strait-laced" general.
"Ouch!"