The scene of the consort-selection was inside a massive tower. The crowd was still packed shoulder to shoulder, even though Silvanus and his group had arrived quite late.
Inside, uncontrollable shouts and cheers were already ringing out, even more frenzied than an idol fan event.
But perhaps this was just another form of idol chasing, right? Both Silvanus and Nick found themselves thinking the same thing.
Asta, walking at the front, showed not a shred of the gentlemanly demeanor he had when dealing with girls. He kicked one demon aside and shoved another without hesitation. The crowd was too noisy for anyone to notice, or if someone did notice, he would widen his eyes and flash a threatening glare to scare them off.
By sheer coincidence, there were no demons of a higher rank than him along the way. Every last one of them was frightened into tucking their tails and giving way.
