In the dim altar room. Around Guest, who was offered as a sacrifice, the subordinate monsters who guided her here are trembling violently at the instant-death level magical pressure emitted by Azel, and they quickly flee. It is a gruesome scene where the space itself creaks and screams under the heavy pressure.

However, at the center of that absolute domain of death, Guest alone shows not a hint of breathlessness, simply tilting her head curiously and staring at the beautiful Demon Lord upon the throne.

Azel was resting his cheek on his hand looking bored... but suddenly, he notices the abnormal fact that the fragile human before him is "not even sensing" his magical pressure. An unknown beyond the laws of the world, a reason even he, the omnipotent, does not understand.

Azel's blue eyes narrowed with great amusement, harboring a deep, distorted obsession.