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Satan, bewildered by the endless chatter about food, took Jeong Gyeoul and Dantalion to the dining hall.

Unlike Dantalion’s dining hall, where they had to wait for food, dishes started pouring out the moment they entered.

“…Did you prepare all this in advance because we were coming?”

“Of course not, I didn’t expect you to ask for food the moment you arrived. It’s just one of the features of my dining hall—always ready to serve food at any time.”

Jeong Gyeoul, who was about to be moved by the food coming out as if prepared just for her, had her eyes cool down for a moment before they sparkled again.

“Food comes out this fast anytime?”

“Naturally, I don’t let myself go hungry in my own castle.”

Jeong Gyeoul looked at Satan with shining eyes as if she had met her role model, but it was only for a fleeting moment.

She turned her attention to the food.

All the basic dishes she had seen in Dantalion’s dining hall were there.

The decorations were so similar that she began to suspect they were popular dishes in the Demon Realm.

Jeong Gyeoul, who had only glanced at them once, couldn’t help but be shocked when she saw the dishes in front of her.

‘Korea! The smell of Korea!’

Hellhound meat and mandragora kimchi stewed in a Demon Realm-style kimchi jjigae.

Phoenix eggs scrambled with Hell’s chili in a Demon Realm-style rolled omelet.

Hydra head meat, perfectly detoxified and boiled, in a Demon Realm-style boiled pork dish.

Jeong Gyeoul’s mouth was already watering profusely.

The smell, temperature, and humidity of Korea.

She was on the verge of going crazy over the feast of dishes that would make any Korean’s autonomic nervous system react.

Having only eaten preserved foods like jerky during the carriage journey, her fuel gauge was nearing empty.

Though she missed chopsticks, she started eating hastily with a spoon and fork.

In an instant, the plates in front of her began to empty.

Dantalion and Satan forgot to eat and just watched Jeong Gyeoul’s mukbang.

“…Bring more food.”

“Yes.”

Satan, who even offered refills without being asked.

She began to understand a little why religions were born and why people became fanatics.

It wasn’t just Satan and Dantalion watching Jeong Gyeoul’s mukbang.

The chef who had prepared the food was also watching her, with a deeply moved expression.

The mukbang performer, the viewers, and the chef who provided the food.

Everyone had a satisfying meal.

In an instant, the dining table was neatly cleared, and teatime began.

“The Lord’s Meeting will be held in two days, so rest comfortably until then. It would be fine to explore the city.”

“Explore the city?”

“It’s your first time in the Demon Realm, right? It’s a bit like boasting, but our city is quite lively.”

No matter how lively it was, it was still the Demon Realm, resembling the medieval era.

For Jeong Gyeoul, who had lived in modern Korea, the Demon Realm’s city didn’t catch her eye.

“It’s okay, I’ll just stay in the castle.”

“Well, if that’s what you want.”

Jeong Gyeoul, who didn’t feel much excitement about sightseeing or traveling, decided to stay home.

Delicious meals ready whenever she arrived at the dining hall.

Snacks set up in an instant with just a call.

‘That’s enough.’

Thus, two days passed for the power homebody Jeong Gyeoul, and the day of the Lord’s Meeting arrived.

In the capital where the seven lords resided, a tower for meetings was built, and the Lord’s Meeting was held there.

They considered gathering in one place, but complaints about who was closer or farther led to the decision to hold the meetings in each capital in turn for fairness.

Jeong Gyeoul left early to get a feel for the atmosphere and to be ready to bolt if necessary.

Though she was an escort, it was more of a title for attending the meeting.

Until entering the conference room, other captains’ escorts would accompany her, so there was no need for Jeong Gyeoul to follow around.

‘…Unexpected.’

The great lords of the Demon Realm, akin to world leaders on Earth, were gathering for a meeting.

She expected a heavily guarded atmosphere, but the meeting tower she arrived at looked surprisingly lax.

Servants kept coming and going, and demons who came to see the lords created a market-like atmosphere outside the tower.

Of course, it only looked that way on the surface; the guards’ demeanor and the internal seriousness were no joke.

Just the level of the guards was far superior to the Association’s guards.

Inside, stronger guards were stationed in sequence, conducting inspections.

It wasn’t impossible to break through with force, but it would definitely be a hassle.

Jeong Gyeoul admired the well-trained guards and entered.

“Halt! This is the lords’ meeting place! Humans have no business here, so scram!”

The demons’ racial discrimination against Jeong Gyeoul was no exception anywhere.

Still, the image of humans in the Demon Realm was close to that of slaves, so she suppressed her anger, thinking it was an unavoidable reaction.

“I’m here as Satan’s escort for this meeting, so take care.”

She lightly greeted them and tried to enter, but…

Clang!

The guards pointed their spears at Jeong Gyeoul.

The passing servants and nearby demons.

All eyes turned to where Jeong Gyeoul stood.

“What’s with that human?”

“Tsk, a lowly human daring to think of entering the lords’ meeting place, the Demon Realm’s discipline has really fallen.”

“With that pretty face, she probably wants to serve Asmodeus at night.”

She had expected to be stopped by the guards.

So, she had brought a document with Satan’s seal, safely tucked away.

If she showed it to the guards now, it would be a free pass.

But…

She heard the demons’ chatter too clearly.

“Hmm…”

Jeong Gyeoul raised her eyebrows and gave a chilling look as she slowly scanned the guards and onlookers.

Everyone who met her eyes flinched, but the guards puffed up their chests and tightened their grip on their spears.

‘These insignificant things keep annoying me…’

Whoosh!

Without any preparation, she threw a punch from her spot.

In that moment, a gust of wind swept through, making the guards stagger and hit the tower’s wall, creating a strange sound.

“…”

“…”

The guards looked dumbfounded.

The onlookers also shut their mouths.

“If you don’t want to get beaten by a lowly human, lower those spears.”

“W-we can’t do that. Even if we die… Gasp!”

Not intending to kill them, she pulled out the document from her pocket and held it out before the guard could finish.

The guards’ attitude changed instantly upon seeing the document with Satan’s seal.

“…!”

“W-we apologize!”

“Lower your spears, you fools!”

“Sorry! Please go in!”

Despite the flustered guards’ chatter, Jeong Gyeoul, who had been granted entry, passed by them.

“Insignificant things looking down on humans, the Demon Realm’s in a fine state.”

The guards froze like statues at her casually thrown remark.

They could only watch Jeong Gyeoul’s back, unable to respond.

At that moment, the onlookers grew noisy.

The lord who seemed to enjoy the attention, Mammon, was slowly walking over.

The guards finally snapped out of it.

“Ah, hello, Lord Mammon!”

“Fools, what does race matter to someone as strong as her? You idiots can’t even open your eyes properly… Are you Satan’s underlings?”

Mammon’s too-obvious question flustered the guard.

“…Yes? Y-yes! We belong to Satan’s army.”

“Not you, you fool, the human who just passed.”

“Ah… Yes, she’s here as Lord Satan’s escort.”

“Don’t you know honorifics? Lord Satan? Do you want to die?”

“S-sorry!”

After glaring at the guards, Mammon entered the tower, his leisurely steps gradually speeding up.

‘I need to scout her. No matter the cost.’

Before Jeong Gyeoul’s impact faded, the guards, already scolded by the wrong old-timer Mammon, were completely deflated.

In front of them appeared the lord of pride, Lucifer.

It was better to have them all come at once rather than one by one, but they couldn’t stop the work.

“Hello, Lord Lucifer!”

Lucifer, pretending not to hear, suddenly stopped in front of the guards.

“…Did you do this?”

Whoosh!

From the same spot, with the same motion, he threw a punch.

Jeong Gyeoul had just been in a bad mood and controlled her strength, but Lucifer put quite a bit of force into his.

The resulting wind pressure sent the guards flying into the wall.

“Gasp!”

“Ugh!”

It wasn’t a full-force punch, so the tower didn’t collapse, and the guards didn’t die, but…

They clearly suffered a tremendous shock, shaking and collapsing to the ground.

“Nothing special.”

Not long after, Satan of Wrath and Baal Zebul of Gluttony appeared in front of the tower.

Satan shook his head as he saw the guards clutching their stomachs, barely standing.

“…Looks like someone caused trouble again.”

“I’m hungry, let’s go in.”

“Speaking of which, there’s a human I want to introduce. I think you’d get along well.”

“Is that an insult?”

“An insult? Far from it. You’ll see when we go in.”

Asmodeus of Lust and Leviathan of Envy were vying to appear last, eyeing each other.

Finally, the meeting was delayed by over an hour.

But…

The last lord to appear was neither Asmodeus nor Leviathan.

It was Belphegor of Sloth.

“…I can’t be bothered.”

“But you have to go…”

Dragging his feet, the last lord walked towards the tower.

All seven lords had gathered in the meeting room.

 

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