Reincarnation Monarch

"Demonic armor changes its power and level of growth depending on the total magic power of the haunted."

Satan said with great distortion in his mouth.

Gaius became full of joy.

"Nah, I see. With an infinite amount of magic... it's gonna be the best armor I've ever had."

Gaius fronted his joy to such an extent that he seemed to leap even now.

Then, suddenly, such a sharp kick entered Gaius' face.

"That's why you're telling me not to get on with it - damn it!!

It is Delchia.

Because Delkia's kick was a face not covered in demonic armor, Gaius was stuffy as he rolled around the ground in pain.

"Nose! Your nose is crushing! What the hell are you doing!

The moment Gaius managed to face up in pain, a talkick as sharp as that nose tip struck again.

"You're going to be doing really well soon. This personality is the one that won't heal unless you die."

It's Karin.

Gaius lodged a complaint, holding down his nose, which was fraught with blood, while paying attention to his surroundings to avoid a third raid.

"He said it was awful! What a surprise! And the nose! Look, my nose won't stop bleeding!

Then Carla came soooo down from above and stood in front of Gaius.

"So what are you saying! It must be bad 'cause you're gonna be in good shape!

Karla caught me in front of her, and Gaius just shunned.

"... well yes... isn't a sudden surprise attack terrible?

"" "Not terrible!!!

To the great chorus by the three, Gaius had no choice but to remain silent.

Then Satan's heavier voice rang out than at height.

"What do you think? Now you know a lot about the function of demonic armor, don't you?

I just raised my voice that Gaius was helpful.

"Okay! Very well, sir! But maybe there are other features?

Satan laughed.

"Right. Sure, there are others, but let's go after them and see for ourselves."

Then Gaius raised his dissatisfied voice.

"Eh, don't be mean to me like that, okay?

Satan made an even louder laugh, but did not try to answer Gaius's question.

For this reason, when Gaius shrugged his shoulder, which he decided he was unwilling to teach, Carla spoke to Satan, although not in his place.

"It's Satan! I mean, now, you're gonna finish your special training for one second?

Satan said as he slowly drowned his head.

"That's right. A lot of demonic armor would have been worked out. Besides, it's not good to grow too rapidly."