Reincarnation Monarch

Lesson one thousand eight hundred and thirty-three, downstairs.

"Let's do that! I'm gonna kill you."

Gaius kept saying noisy things about Zeldos the whole time he was flying at a fierce speed.

Then I finally saw the building that I think the man in question was saying.

"That's it... I guess so, for sure!

In front of Gaius stood a huge building with a different atmosphere filled with black.

Gaius hung up on that pitch-black giant building, trying to draw an arc, and flew further full throttle.

And Gaius reached the roof without difficulty.

"Hmm, is this the main mountain of Hell Police? It's gonna be a lot tougher."

Gaius told him to whine as he looked at several spires of various sizes standing on the roof.

"How can such a powerful person make such a great building?"

Gaius said one of the spires with a pinch.

"No, well, I hope it's none of my business"

Gaius then looked at the roof again and looked for any stairs that would lead him downstairs.

Then a railed staircase stopped in my eyes at the end of my gaze.

"That one."

Gaius shrugged, no, and walked down the stairs.

"Well he'll probably be on the top floor. Humans, when you get great, you want to climb high.... Speaking of which, you were a demon, not a human. It's not much different though. ~"

When Gaius was alone, he reached the stairs.

Gaius went downstairs with a quick move as he descended to the stairs in a light-hearted manner.

As Gaius stepped down the stairs and opened the severely heavy looking door, he suddenly went out into the hallway where a considerable sumptuous carpet was laid.

"Oh, I knew it. Apparently, you'll meet the greatest."

Gaius walked colloquially down the hallway and thought about where to go.

But no matter how much I thought about it, I thought it would not open, and I couldn't help but open the door nearby.

Then there was a vibrant room, coloured with a considerable sumptuous design.

"That's a lot more extravaganza again. Is there a tax in hell, too? If there is, I think this room is too luxurious using blood taxes."

Gaius, speaking of his own volition, could not help but sink his body into the couch that was close by.