…the time has come, the day that Rotsard Vallhall would sell his soul, deofolized, and die…
A lot has happened in the two years since the bleached-blond-haired youth had learned about the sacrifice he had to make for the world to prosper.
But that would be an option that a hero would take!
Rotsard Vallhall wasn't a hero.
He was a third-rate villain.
Sacrificing himself without even trying to put up a fight because of some hypothetical greater good!?
As if!
And so, Rotsard took a deep breath, about to shout, reminding the Arch Deofol about the time, but…
"...huh…? What the…?"
His nose was tickled by a certain unmistakable scent.
…or rather, a stench…!