Mamo looked serious, as he faintly perceived the manic aura emanating from Lebius. It was so subtle that, even after all these years since the end of the secret war, no one had noticed.
It wasn't that Lebius hid it well, but rather that the things he acquired from the Devil in their blood contract were not much.
Lebius said, "I only wish for something simple. I haven't received Belphegor's blessing, nor am I his debtor."
"But you bear his protection."
Mamo, feeling a bit sorrowful, reached out, trying to smooth Lebius's furrowed brow. Lebius always appeared tense, never relaxing for a moment.
Everyone thought Lebius was a workaholic from overwork, but only the higher-ups in the Order Bureau knew it was the curse of protection, endless toil without rest.
"It's nothing, haven't I successfully been promoted now?"
Lebius reminisced about the terrifying risks during his promotion and felt the power surging within him, clenching his fist as a faint joy rose in his heart.
