Villain Ch 1605. Like a Bug
Not far from the chaos of the plaza—above the fanfare and laughter, the bard music loops, and the absolutely out-of-control succubus spa session happening in real time—someone else was watching.
High above Ront City, on the edge of a half-ruined marble rooftop that overlooked the square, the Devil Emperor sat with one leg dangling, the other bent, his elbow resting casually across his knee.
No one noticed him.
No one ever did, unless he wanted them to.
Allen tilted his head, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips as he watched Father^Alex squirm on his velvet succubus throne. The poor priest was turning redder by the second, caught between being worshiped and mentally short-circuiting with every whisper of a compliment or sultry glance thrown his way.
Allen chuckled softly to himself.
"He likes my reward," he said.
