Dungeon Maker

Sitri was neither positive nor negative. Putting her hand on his lap, she mentioned something else.

"As the strongest Herculean power and the director in charge of the north, Orobas deals with the King of Pride only. Bfronz, with the best intelligence, deals with the King of Envy and the King of Lust."

Each king had his own director to deal with.

"Samael, the fastest wing, deals with the King of Gluttony, and Abrasax, with the strongest mana, deals with the Queen of Fury and the King of Violence. I deal with the reclusive Queen of Sloth and the 'King of Greed that does not exist.'"

She winked at him at the end of her remarks with an alluring gesture.

But Yong-ho brought up another topic just like she did.

"What is it, Sitri?"

"Pardon?"

"Oh, I mean your nickname. The other five directors all seem to have nicknames. The fastest wing or the strongest mana for example."

He asked it unwittingly, so he quickly wrapped it up, embarrassed. But she opened her eyes once and smiled softly, "Well, how about the best beauty?"

Yong-ho blinked. He thought she was joking, but he felt she, not anybody else, could use such a nickname.

This time, Sitri was embarrassed. She burst into laughter and said, "Oh, I was kidding. I feel good since you believe it. My dear customer, I'm sorry to say this but my nickname is a secret."

She then held his hand then pulled him while standing up.

"Please stand up. From now on, I'm going to start a secret deal with you."

As soon as Yong-ho stood up hastily, the chairs behind their back disappeared. With the surroundings still dark, she sat behind him after fidgeting with her feet.

She said, hugging him from behind, "Please close your eyes for a moment."

Yong-ho followed her instruction with strange anticipation. When he closed his eyes, he felt the fragrant scent from her body getting closer.

"Okay, would you like to open your eyes again now?"

Sitri stopped hugging him and took a step back. He opened his eyes wistfully. He then opened his mouth foolishly. He looked blank just like he did when he saw Mammon's treasure storage.

A white space unfolded again instead of darkness, and the space was filled with something huge.

Flying vehicles and large flying spirits were lined up.

All be told, they were a few dozen.

"My dear customer, you already have a cute car called Salami. Nonetheless, you want another flying device because you need a means of transporting troops, right?"

The purchase items revealed the buyer's intention.

Since his partner was Sitri, he nodded, who, in turn, gently hugged his waist.

Then she stepped forward with him.

Huge sailing ship-shaped flying vehicles that were almost 100 meters long.

Sky whales with storage spaces not only on its back but also inside.

Giant spirits resembling a dragon with storage spaces attached through special renovation.

Flying vehicles with a futuristic design that could only be seen in movies.

Battleships armed with various weapons.

All of them attracted his attention.

Yong-ho was so excited that he wanted to check the inside of the flying vehicle, but she still hugged his waist tightly and urged him to move forward.

"Although you occupied the unclaimed land in the south, you will invite other kings' suspicion if you buy this kind of huge flying vehicle suddenly. In other words, you might draw their unwanted attention."

No matter how secretly he bought the items, the moment he released them, he would draw people's attention. Because of this, he had to purchase the right items if he wanted to hide the treasure trove to some extent.

"Since you have to carry the skull unit, the flying vehicle should be able to accommodate at least 200. Fortunately, the skull unit members are undead, they won't take up that much space. If so, you could buy a smaller flying vehicle."

A flying vehicle which was not so large and which could be purchased with his money.

As he stepped forward, he found the flying vehicles getting smaller and more shabby.

Although his natural greed wanted those large vehicles a little far away rather than near, he had no other choice.

Sitri whispered into Yong-ho's war, "But because you are the King of Greed, you have to ride something that suits that name. Moreover, you have occupied the unclaimed land, so you need to show off your power to some extent."

Finally, Sitri stopped walking. Now, there were no flying vehicles or spirits on the left and right. Yong-ho looked back at her, and she smiled. She stared into the air instead of him, as if reminiscing about her memories, and soon leaned her head on his shoulder. Then she gently fidgeted with her fingers and revealed the objects hidden in the pure white space.

It was red and huge.

It was streamlined and long with a red dragon head attached to the head.

Huge propellants were attached to both sides of the fuselage.

Yong-ho remembered the word 'space battleship' at that moment. His greed, which kept looking back all along, now raced toward the front and wrapped up the red flying vehicle.

Shrouded in the thin smoke of greed, Sitri released her hands that were holding him. He stepped forward alone and stood in front of the red flying vehicle.

"This is the eight-handed Baruna's last work, one of Mammon's 12 Spirits. It's the private plane for the King of Greed that he left behind only its design because he could not complete it."

It was supposed to be the plane that Mammon would ride during his days. Mammon was revived in numerous legends and stories. The moment Yong-ho brought out his legacy, people would look at him differently.

In that sense, this flying vehicle was fine. It was Mammon's plane, but he didn't use it, or he couldn't use it.

Sitri bit her lips once. She corrected her expression with her back against him and turned around and smiled.

"The king's ship, red giant dragon Tiamet."

He swallowed, looking at the giant vehicle. She smiled mischievously and said, "Let me sell it cheap because it's only for you."

He laughed heartily. Led by her, he approached the red giant dragon.

***

"Calm down. You'll see him quite soon."

At Kirtimuka's affectionate soothing, the Queen of Fury flinched as if she was pierced by a needle. Then she said annoyingly, "Nope. Why are you saying I am so nervous?"

Though she spoke in a harsh tone, Kirtimuka smiled warmly.

The Queen of Fury's earlobes turned hot.

"I haven't said that!"

The Queen of Fury cleared her throat when she was trying to play innocent.

She quickly fidgeted with her hands to finish making the clothes she was at.

"Stop the nonsense and put on this one."

There were a lot of miscellaneous handicrafts near the queen. Whenever she was distracted or nervous, she made the habit of making handmade stuff.

As the chieftain of the Gandharva clan, she could be called the queen of craftsmanship because of her manual dexterity. Kirtimuka, who received a jacket with embroidery, appreciated her warm considerations. She winked at the queen gently and put it on. She was wondering whether the clothes would fit her well.

"Oh, it suits me well. Thank you."

"I'm glad to hear that."

The queen, who smiled at her, realized that Kirtimuka's eyes began to twinkle again. She cleared her throat again and put down the tools she was holding in her hand.

"Hmmm. Anyway, let me stop making clothes here."

She caught her breath while adjusting her expressions. It wasn't just because of the alliance with the Mammon family that the queen made clothes and embroidered. There were a few more things that were eating her up.

She looked at Gardimundi and asked, "How about the King of Gluttony? Is he still silent?"

It has already been more than ten days since the King of Gluttony disappeared at the border. The sudden disappearance of the king could be a big strategic variable because of the tense situation along the borders of the three kings' territories where their armies were concentrated at the moment.

Gardimundi narrowed her eyebrows while reviewing the intelligence tips collected by the Garura and Kalavinka clans. Then she said with a worried tone, "It's strangely quiet over there. The King of Gluttony liked to visit his territory in person, but I haven't seen him for a few days."

"Isn't he plotting a scheme against us?"

"He might want to take a strategic advantage by hiding himself."

Kirtimuka added. It was quite possible.

The Queen of Fury closed her eyes for a moment and tried to organize her thoughts.

Over several decades had already passed since she became the queen. And she was engaged in a war of nerves with him during that period.

As her longtime enemy, she knew the King of Gluttony better than anybody else.

She shook her head and said, "It doesn't befit him as the King of Gluttony. He is not the type who acts like this."

The King of Gluttony was clearly a cunning man. However, he never allowed himself to be a bait. His long silence must be his personal preference rather than any strategic thinking.

The Queen of Fury moved her fingers and concentrated her mana. She instantly drew a map of the demon world in the air.

She fixed her gaze on the border with the king. She was suspicious of the movements of the three outstanding masters of the king. Although she was not quite sure, she smelled a rat.

"What about the King of Violence?"

When she moved her fingers again, the map moved itself and placed the southwestern area in the center. Unlike Kirtimuka, who became nervous at the mention of the King of Violence, Gardimundi replied calmly, "He is also silent. The Dragon Legion under his command is still holding its place along the border. After all, it seemed that the king moved the dragons to the border to threaten rather than attack."

"It's really frustrating."

She was not frustrated by the King of Violence's action. If he really wanted to avoid the fight by threatening, that was fine with her. It was because she had one thing in common with him that they should avoid the war that they didn't have to engage in.

What frustrated her was the current situation.

Thanks to the King of Violence's deployment of the Dragon Legion, the King of Gluttony was silent. The King of Pride and the King of Envy were so busy fighting each other that they could not afford to pay attention to the south.

Because of this, the eight-clan people of the queen had to remain tense but did not have to fight a bloody fight.

It was good that there was no war. However, it was not good at all if the present precarious peace was a sign of a greater war. Sometimes, it was necessary to take some preventive action to prevent a bigger disaster.