There was a significant reason he offered to serve as bait: first, he was itching to fight; second, he didn't wish to show the Imperials his full combat ability and risk them reporting it to their Emperor.
'If he's so strong with a seal, I cannot allow them to gain too much information on me.'
He trusted Brando, Valena and Nerim to control the situation and regroup with Velvet, Vinea and Levia before the main clash.
"This is merely the appetiser. Right, Leviathan?"
It started annoying him that the name he'd brought from the previous world was also used for such a disgusting beast.
'Maybe I shouldn't have called Levia such a foul thing...'
He regretted not studying until later.
The storm pressed down around him as if the sky itself wanted to crush his wings.
"What shitty weather..."
Asmodeus hovered above the black water, his mantle snapping violently behind him while the fleet struggled in the distance.
'Counting on you, Brando.'
