"...He brought back three envoys from races so grotesque I can hardly describe them, Master. These people have no idea what courtesy even is — they don't take me, the city lord, seriously at all."
The devil was a little aggrieved. He truly wanted to be a good city lord and build Free City into the paradise he pictured in his mind. He'd already drawn up the whole city plan, down to where the taverns would go, where the casinos, where the brothels...
Full of those lovely visions, he had greeted the first batch of guests Kanbi brought with the greatest goodwill. But who could have guessed...
"Master, they don't welcome us at all. They actually demanded that we hand Free City over to them and get off the ice field, or they'll kill us — they don't regard you as worth a single glance either!" The devil was quivering with righteous fury, feeling himself to have suffered a monstrous insult. A pack of backwater-plane natives, no better than wild animals, actually dared to talk that way to the noble Garfield. "If I hadn't been afraid of wrecking your plans, Master, I'd have wiped them out long ago!"
"Any transcendent beings among them?"
Adam only believed half of what the devil said. The rudeness was probably real enough; as for wiping them out — the devil didn't have the strength for that.
