Gate: Thus the Sorcerous Kingdom Fought There

CHAPTER 18: Operation Gehenna V2 [Part 2]

WARNING!

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXTRA STRONG VIOLENCE AND GORY SCENES! READ ONLY FOR YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY!

Sitting on a comfortable chair, behind a cosy table. Two figure mingled with each other.

One was a tall man, reaching the 180 cm, his hair black, neatly combed.

On his body, a British suit, cloth, the disguise that give the man the air of a true gentleman.

Although, in the dark, ordinary beings without night vision or any item that helps to see in the dark may see it as a brown disguise.

In truth, it was between orange and red. His clothes paired with a tie in the same colouration.

On his face a mask, depicting a joker with an always vigilant smirk, and eyes so squinted, they were almost closed.

The slyly squinted eyes and the smirking pseudo face borrowed the person a deceptive nature.

Behind his back a metallic tail sprouted with several metal plates and six spikes, confirming the person demonic relation.

Before his person takes a seat the second significant figure, we see in the picture.

A covered individual, clothed tightly in an all body covering brown cloak, paired with an enveloping hood that only allowed the nearby onlookers to peek and barely see the lower part of the person's face.

More precisely, the delicate androgynous lower jaw and caramel tanned skin of the person. The individual slender hands are donned with shiny white silk gloves.

Before them, two hands crafted but not less beautiful tea cup with dragon symbol, currently empty. Sugar and milk holders also paired with the set.

A maid, unknown in origin, bearing similar mask than the archfiend in the scene standing near the duo, serving cake and hot tea.

A brutish looking demon with fiery breath and mane reporting the progress to his lord. Taking a submissive stance, nailing his gaze towards the ground.

"Jaldabaoth-sama, we are progressing well. Our forces managed to subdue the third biggest resisting group in the town. In a few hours, this city will be ours."

The previously mentioned demon emperor, Jaldabaoth and the brown cloak covered figure only glanced at him, disregarding.

Using the small cut, which served as the mask's mouth, like an expert, Jaldabaoth swallowed a small portion of his tea, tasting it, enjoying it for a moment, then turning to his servant.

"My-my... not good, these 'Imperials' are more fragile than I first thought, I expected them at least able to hold themselves against such weak demons..."

His tone solemn, completely disregarding the struggling defensive force best attempt.

"A-As you say, Jaldabaoth-san, they are not challenging at all."

His companion, albeit a little bit shyly, but answered in a steady stone. The voice that came from the direction of the hooded individual was young and soft. Nonetheless, it was the voice of a young man, maybe in his late teens.

"Huh..." grunted the demon emperor. "If this goes on, we may be forced to initiate plan B. That would force King-sama to step earlier; we wouldn't want that, wouldn't we?"

Clutching his fists tighter around his black, twisted looking staff, the second individual answered immediately. His tone mixed the stomach-churning nervousness and the fury he felt at the moment.