Lead the other world.

Deep underground in some old ruins.

In one of the deepest rooms were two lumps of pitch-black rice noodles.

"You guys, you hid a hell of a card. Though tied to the name of" The Demon General, "I didn't know there was anyone besides the seven original ancestors who would beat Astalot..."

The voice you hear from one swing, the other swing. Nevilos, the Demon General, reacts.

"But Mates is doomed as planned."

"Oh, he did a good job. Well, his plans got a little crazy because he left here temporarily."

"But more than that, now he's suddenly appearing. A man who's getting into our plans. I don't think we can leave him alone anymore."

After a while, one pitch of pitch black forms a human form.

"Hmm, I found out a lot about him in this case"

"What...?

"According to the information Astalotto saw, he is not a resident of this world"

Then Nevillos asked the man who had become a man.

"I see... does that mean he hasn't heard anything from him?

"Probably. I don't know when he received it, but Astarot didn't seem to be able to see some of his information and was not convinced that he was protected by the Seven Kings."

The man who said so separates words once and turns his back on Nevillos.

"I'm going to have a little talk with him. You better get ready until the time comes."

"I know. I'll leave you to it."

Then Nevillos, in his state of sight, left his words, and misted, and vanished from the spot.

Then, the contours of the remaining human shapes gradually become clear.

"Kiryu... Kiryu Takumi. I didn't know you were coming."

It was in the dark that a dark-haired man, wrapped in an emergent pitch-black robe, squealed with his hands on his chest, echoed a word.