"Erm…"
Everyone froze.
"Master…" Zara was the first to speak up, her pupils erratically flickering. "The final match of the Tournament has already started."
"...Huh…?"
Elsewhere.
"Where the hell is that son of mine!?" Adam's impatient foot tapping was getting out of hand, making his whole section of the VIP stands shake. "What level of Aura-farming is this!? Unbelievable!"
"He really is your kid, isn't he, haha!!" Beezlebub laughed heartily from the other side of the Arena.
Whereas Great Demon King Lucifer and Astaroth were wearing expressions that were a mixture of green, purple, and mostly red.
That damn little bastard was definitely avoiding them!
Planning to run away, was he!?
Not on their watch!
'When that brat shows up, I'll chop him into a million different pieces and cook them into a stew!' Lucifer inwardly raged. 'To mock and embarrass me time and time again—unforgivable!'
"Hmm?"
