"I… do not particularly hate magic," the demon said after a while of my asking the question. "I just… am helping Master X, as I owe him my life."
"… Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. He was different from the other two. "What happened?"
"… Is that something I have to tell you?" The demon asked right back, narrowing his eyes.
"You lost to me in a fight," I said. "Instead of killing you, this is your punishment."
"I… see," the demon sighed after a while, defeated. "… It happened a year ago."
*A year ago? That's… not long after my mother and father 'passed away'…
"I am an Archdemon, of noble descent. My family, the House of Beezelbub, was prosperous and wealthy. However… we were slightly *too much so."
"… How come?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion.
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