Devil's Music

The pot sweeps its chin, looking down at the sleeping case.

”You're nothing. Just like his face... He's talented in music and art, but he's not very intelligent... Oh, is he taller? ”

Najjik patted the head of the prone case.

“Pymon."

Immediately, a blood circle of light is drawn on the floor next to the gun. A symbol of four people on the scale is drawn, and an ominous black light erupts.

“Long time no see, Mr. President."

He lowered his head slightly and was a young boy wearing a golden crown on a giant sheep. The long blonde hair descends to his waist, and the sheep he rides look closer to the beast than the herbivores, thanks to his fierce-looking eyes.

Ninth place among the 72 Demon Lords, Pymon.

The monarch, also known as Paymon, rules the west of hell by commanding a vast army of 200 supermasses. Originally a major angel, Pymon was also the king of the spirit who controlled fire among the four elements, excelling in art, science and various disciplines.

“So it's been a long time, since the night of Lucifer's massacre? ”

He taps his shoulder with a soft smile.

Pymon smiles a little after clearing out the cauldron, which is always kind to him.

“Yes, sir, I heard you're still gathering stamina... but isn't this place a human place? Why does the Grand Heir of Hell stay in the human world? The angels in heaven who know that you don't do bad things to affect the human world may not say much, but in hell they will. ”

With a furry smile, the kiln slaps Pymon's back lightly.

“Haha, well, thank you for your concern. But don't worry, I won't be staying long."

Pymon tilts his head and looks around.

“Then... why are you here? You must have used quite a bit of magic to summon me. Is it worth it? ”

The pot nods.

“Well, yes. You know, I'm collecting stamina. I think you know my men used to try to reach out to the politicians of the human race to gather the sacred force. That's how much information you need to command the 200 legions. Don't you think?”

Pymon lowers his head slightly.

“Of course, Mr. President. Oh, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to spy on you. I just heard. It was like the fanatics of hell were talking. ”

He frowned slightly.

“That's right. All that talk about being a bard. So you heard how it went? ”

Pymon wonders if he's a little embarrassed.

“Ah · · · Yes sir.. I've heard that the results are not good. ”

He smiled slightly.

“Hehe, yeah, that's a little too much to talk about in front of me.

You must have heard about the dog being killed, right? The upright politicians, who studied hard, gave it abilities and raised it, fell into Marvas' trap.

After being seduced by an early term policy, the power of the evil was doubled. It was a good thing for Marvas after all. ”

Pymon nods quietly.

He put his hands together and said,

“So, Pymon,

This time, I'm going to create a child who can make many humans happy with music. If many people listen to the music and are happy, even if the music itself is a genre that generates magic, it will eventually return to the Holy Spirit. ”

Pymon tilts his head slightly.

“But, Mr. President, Art is dangerous. Don't you know that some people who listen to music and grow up doing bad things with a twisted personality, killing themselves because of various mental illnesses, or hurting other people if it's bad? ”

The kiln nods deeply.

“Well, you're right. But you know, very few people listen to music from musicians who've played in the human world, make bad choices, or have personality problems. Thousands of times more human beings feel happy. Even if there is an equal exchange, the performance will be superior. ”

Pymon stares down at the child for a moment and thinks:

Gamagin looks at Pymon like that, holds his hand again and says,

“Pymon. My ability can give this child academic talent and outstanding looks, but not your beautiful voice. Can't you give your blessing to my child? Of course, I will give you my magical power as much as the weight of the soul you deserve in return. ”

Pymon laughs as he looks at the pot.

“Haha, then I'm at a loss. Aren't you eager to consume your precious magical power anyway? ”

The pot also burst into laughter.

“Hahaha. You're the ruler of the Legion. So, can't we? ”

Pymon shakes his head.

“No, I'll give you that. But there are conditions. ”

He looks at Pymon, slightly nervous.

“What?”

“Let me watch, too. ”

“What? This kid? ”

“Yes, allow me to see the child's growth process, the future ahead of him, the pain and anger he will bear, the joy and happiness. ”

“Why is that? ”

“You're not just going to ask me, are you? ”

“Hmm?"

Pymon smiled and said.

“Are you just going to raise a singing kid? All I can give you is a beautiful voice. With the help of other lords, you will also be able to use your magic and give this child more power. A child blessed by a number of evil lords and paid no price for it, you might not be interested? That sounds like fun. That sounds like fun. Haha”

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