Deliver the Message

It was strange. June was working out to clear the unwanted fats in his body, but he would eat for three or four people every meal. Eurkodach frowned at the appetite of this human that their boss decided to shelter. Even if it was him who broke Lucirien out of his thousand-year binding spell, the cooking demon didn't know why Lucirien didn't just grant a wish without a word and be done with it.

Then again, he figured he was just underestimating the torture their boss had gone through. It was all right. As long as the human was not wasting his cooking, the cooking demon was all right with it. Moreover, he was now indefinitely employed by the big wigs. The same with this dishwasher.

Demons like them, who were barely stronger than an imp, were undesirable to the grand demons. He was actually glad that he didn't have to live like a homeless spirit anymore.