In the distant lands of the Demon King Rohan, a group of demons conversed with the relaxed tone of those who had achieved victory without the slightest effort.
Five Infernal-rank demons, four Abyssals, and a dragon in humanoid form walked as if they owned the place.
"Hey, Luka," commented one of the Infernals, wiping the sweat from his forehead and looking at the dragon with annoyance.
"You should revert to your true form. If you carried us all on your back, we would return quickly to the fortress."
The dragon disguised as a human stopped for a second and looked at him with profound disdain. Luka flatly refused.
"Not even in your wildest dreams will I let you use me as a horse," Luka said, crossing his arms. "I will not allow anyone of your pathetic level to ride me. The only being in this world who has the power and the right to do something like that is my lord, the demon king Rigal."
