The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Morpes is now considered one of the most important figures in the Holy Land.

Considering the enormous impact he had on the entire war effort over the years, even Lenn had to treat him with respect.

For the Demon King's army, killing or capturing Morpheus alive would be an unimaginable achievement.

However, most demons dare not covet Morpes.

This is because Morpes has a significant connection with a certain forbidden being of the demon race!

If the man with pearwood-colored hair really is Morpheus.

So, who exactly is the person he's begging to take the seat of honor?

Pusser dared not think any further, fearing that the person in the main seat would notice his near-disarray.

As if trying to erase its own existence, it stood quietly in place, listening to the conversation between the two humans.

In the main seat, the man was slightly silent, then seemed to raise his hand to touch his chin, before spreading his hands with a hint of helplessness:

"I can't do that."

His reply sounded somewhat dismissive.

This made the man with the pear-wood hair somewhat agitated:

"I will pay you whatever price you ask for, even if it means handing over the entire Chamber of Commerce to you, I will not hesitate for a moment!"

Upon hearing the slightly out-of-control shout from the man with pear-wood hair, Pusser's heart began to race uncontrollably.

Chamber of Commerce?

Is it really Morpes?!

But what exactly is the concept of the Morpes Chamber of Commerce?

This would be a huge fortune that could directly influence the course of the war!

So, they're actually willing to give it up so sincerely?

Pusser was quite certain that everything the man with the pear-wood hair said was true.

He was truly willing to hand over the Chamber of Commerce to the man in the main seat without hesitation!

Then the problem is coming.

Given this level of sacrifice, what is he seeking?

He felt as if he had witnessed an incredible deal.

Although there is a possibility that this was not a coincidence, but rather that he was deliberately shown all of this.

However, Pusser, who was able to distinguish between truth and falsehood, never cared about "chance" or "inevitability".

He only believes what he sees with his own eyes, hears with his own ears, and discerns through his own magic!

"Humph."

The person in the main seat didn't seem to mind the potentially offensive behavior of the man with the pear-wood hair, and chuckled almost imperceptibly.

"Morpers, Morpers..."

As if reciting the name of a long-lost friend, the person in the main seat spoke:

“You’ve made your fortune in the Holy Kingdom, your business is thriving, you’re living a good life, and you have the protection of the Holy Church and the law. You don’t need a friend like me.”

“But now you come to me and say, ‘Sir, please help me get justice and get rid of that catastrophic ninth-tier demon.’ You have absolutely no respect for me.”

"You won't even call me Godfather."

The person in the main seat simply spoke quietly.

You couldn't detect any emotion in him.

At this moment, Pusser was finally certain that the man with the pear-wood hair was Morpheus!

And the person in the main seat.

godfather?

Pusser had never heard of such a title before.

But in the words of the person in the main seat, it was as if everyone who knew of his existence should rightfully call him Godfather!

This absolute power is not a bluff.

Rather, this powerful human being possesses strength commensurate with it!

And Pusser finally understood.

What was the request that Morpheus had whispered in the ear of the person at the head of the table earlier?

Morpes wants to entrust the master with the task of dealing with a ninth-tier great demon!

indeed.

The reward for this insane commission is worth paying Morpheus an entire Chamber of Commerce.

but.

Who in this world could possibly fulfill this request?

A ninth-tier demon can be killed without hesitation; even Lunn wouldn't guarantee that he would agree to such a thing!

Even if this "fairness" has a price, no one can afford to buy it!

There were a few seconds left.

Neither Morps nor the person in the main seat spoke again.

After a moment of utter silence, the entire room fell into complete stillness.

Morpheus seemed to have calmed down a little, or perhaps he hadn't calmed down at all, and asked the person in the main seat in a deep voice:

"What price should I pay you?"

"..."

Upon hearing this question, the person in the main seat finally turned his head and looked at Morpes.

Although Pusser couldn't see the expression on the person in the main seat through the back of the chair, he believed that the person's expression didn't change at all.

But he felt as if a cold wind had rushed in through an open window, and the temperature in the whole room seemed to have dropped considerably.

Even though Pusser was far away, he felt a chill run down his spine!

"Morpheus... what did I do to make you so disrespectful?"

The person in the main seat seemed to still cherish old friendships and had tolerated Morps's rudeness, asking with great disappointment.

"..."

Morpuse was speechless.

But the chill he felt just now seemed to bring him to his senses instantly, making him realize that he had completely misspoke.

Even now, the person in charge has not shown any intention of making things difficult for Morpes.

This old relationship seems to be something he cherishes very much.

The person in the main seat sighed slightly and said:

“If you come to me as a friend, I will grant your wish even if you don’t have to pay any price. The enemy of a good person like you is my enemy.”

Upon hearing this...

Morpheus stood frozen in place for several seconds, as if in a daze.

Are we... friends?

Morpuse asked, his voice trembling.

"Ah."

The person in the main seat responded simply and definitively.

There was silence for a few seconds.

at last.

Morpes bowed deeply to the person in the main seat, seemingly convinced of his sincerity, and said in a low voice with his head bowed:

"Godfather, please deliver justice for me and bring judgment upon the doomed Irenos."

This time.

The person in charge finally changed their attitude.

He raised his hand and gently patted Morpheus on the shoulder.

“Very well, no problem. I may need your help someday, but that day will never come. But until then, please accept this justice as a testament to our friendship.”

"Thank you, Godfather."

"You're welcome."

……

Listening to the conversation between the two, Pusser's heart was already filled with turmoil.

Judgment of Irenos, the Destroyer?

So the ninth-tier demon that Morpes wanted to commission to kill was none other than Irenos, the commander of their First Army Group?!

This deal.

This is probably the craziest thing in a thousand years.

Because Pusser had dealt with Irenos for many years, he knew all too well just how terrifying Irenos was!

Even if someone dares to buy the life of this ninth-tier great demon, someone else has to be willing to sell it!

What terrified Pusser was that he was certain of it.

The conversation between these two just now was entirely true!

It seems that for the person in charge, dealing with that incredibly powerful ninth-tier demon was not a question of "whether it was possible," but rather a question of "whether he wanted to do it!"

They even had this conversation right in front of Pusser, who belonged to the First Army!