Villain Ch 1845. I Like My God With a Kill Count
"He knows it's you, right?"
Jane's voice echoed off the ancient stone, low and steady, like everything else inside the Cursed Crypts.
The air smelled of dry bones, rotten velvet, and the faintest trace of lavender incense—Jane's doing, probably.
Allen didn't look up. He sat on the armrest of the throne deep in the crypt, fingers loosely tapping the pommel of his sword.
"Yes," Allen murmured after a pause. "He wanted me to answer him… so I told him to enter the tournament."
Vivian let out a slow, breathy hum. She was reclined in a half-shattered coffin like it was a divan, one leg draped over the edge, her succubus wings fanned lazily behind her. "You think they'll be mad when they find out it's you?" she asked, smirking. "The Devil Emperor. Not a boss… but just a player."
