"The things that happened before, it was my fault,"
Agares shuddered upon hearing this, his goosebumps fell to the ground as he felt as if he had plunged into the very center of the Arctic Circle. He rubbed his body vigorously, trying to get a little warmer.
As he rubbed, he cursed, "Damn it! Arthur, you little bastard! If you spent half the talent you have for disgusting me on figuring out how to become a qualified Devil Contractor, maybe Baal would be kneeling at my feet licking my boots by now."
Arthur smiled, said nothing, and simply opened the door and walked out.
No sooner had he stepped out the door and not gone far, he saw a lady in a brand new red dress ahead, her face adorned with the simple smile of a country girl, amusing her son.
