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Several kilometers away.
Over the South Bank of Floral City Pariel, Beelzebub streaked through the sky at a startling speed, like a meteor leaving a trail in the gloomy, overcast night.
He glanced back in panic from time to time, and wherever his gaze fell, ruins and rubble were all that remained. The streets of Pariel, once washed by torrential rains, appeared especially desolate.
But these scenes weren't his focus, his concern rested solely on a terrifying figure that lingered in his mind.
That chilling presence, even for him, a great demon from the other end of Calamity Servitude, filled him with dread!
The Bishop of Destruction... Ivanos...
These two names echoed endlessly in his brain, tearing at his nerves like sharp claws.
Beelzebub couldn't make sense of it. How could a seemingly slightly strong maid turn out to be the Bishop of Destruction Ivanos, like winning a lottery?
And it seemed like he was the one who had awakened Ivanos.