This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!

Chapter 376  Chapter 368: Walpurgis Nacht (1)

[Lethe, I need a favor.]

In the pale rosewood room of her personal office in the academy, a young lady donning a veil crossed her legs over one other and sat with a paper in hand.

She was slightly fuming about the contents and the sender. This cute little bastard of hers had the guts to just up and disappear into another place once more before coming to see her even once.

And on top of that, he even started a letter straight away asking for a favor.

She had to punish this guy.

Maybe making him wear bridal clothes to their wedding? That would be perfect. If he was planning to run around all this much then it would be best to get married as quickly as they can.

Lethe decided to place aside her thoughts for now and looked at the letter again.

Marked with the symbol of the Dark Moon, the person who handed it over called her Lady No Moon.

It was quite the name, the other half of their lord Dark Moon was No Moon. She quite liked that.

Her eyes were about to fall into her habit of sweeping past the flub, but just as she would expect from her wife. He did not leave a single line that wasn't needed.

What was she angry about then, she herself didn't know.

People were just like that.

Lethe sighed as she passed the lines of him telling her that he had moved over to Hell in an 'opportunistic emergency,' and then…

Her eyes widened.

"Oh?"

She hummed and slowly shook her head. She rubbed her eyes with her veil and then looked at the letter again.

The contents didn't change.

"Oh…"

Lethe smiled and immediately stood up from her seat, ready to run out.

At the same time, the members of the Dark Moon were ready to assist in the absence of the moon.

***

The red shade of the sky spilled in through the mountains of Hell's grandest dungeon, Pandemonium

In a large study like none other that once used to belong to the monsters that populated the place, now sat the grand chancellor of Hell. Demons who couldn't escape from the red of the skies even when they were detached from the world.

"I heard he is the one who killed Dantalian, Lord Bael."

Sitting across the room was a man with enormous horns like those of a bull. Scuttling around his feet were a small toad and a cat.

The demon's every breath made the air shiver in fear.

The ranked one demon lord. The greatest king of Hell.

Bael.

"Wasn't it a human?"

"Do you not figure?"

The other person in the room scoffed.

The grand chancellor of Hell and the herald of Pandemonium, a true host who was just as strong despite not being a demon lord himself.

Lucifuge Rofocale.

Right then, the door to the room opened once more and an old man with a trimmed beard and calm eyes stepped inside.

"Agares?"

"Chancellor. Bael."

The air that seemed to be stuffing the place down immediately died away as soon as the old man entered the room. A strange sense of calm and security struck the two inhabitants of the place from his mere presence.

"We should start moving, the night has begun."

The other two nodded at Agares' words and stepped out of their seats. Clacks resounded as they made their way out of the most unique dungeon in the world. Pandemonium, the place that merged with Hell instead of creating a different space altogether.

Through the walls and down the windows, the red sky of hell remained strict in its presence. Be it night or day, in here or out, Hell never changed.

The entire dungeon was yet to be conquered for even the demon lords could not reach the top. And as people who died of no natural cause, their interest in conquering whatever remained of the dungeon was rather little at the moment. Maybe another thousand or so years later one of them would continue.

Walking through the dungeons, all three demons were lost in their own thoughts.

A meeting like none other was to take place today.

Not long after, they reached the grand reception room inside the dungeon where the meeting was to be held.

The three demons all stepped in one after the other as the enormous door spread wide open.

Music filled their ears while demons walked around in tailcoats carrying about feasts that would only be a dream for most in Hell. The room was crowded with demon lords of all kinds, many of them already grouped about.

As soon as the three last demons appeared, the demon lords inside the room stopped and stared.

Words of respect were lacking amongst the demons. They could tell their parents to fuck off at the young age of five, but even those kinds of demons could not move their eyes away from the ones who entered.

Pressure.

Grand pressure unlike anything else.

Only that could move.

"Oh, look who we finally have entering the place."

Or so they thought. Even Sitri couldn't spread her lips open, but the demons in the top ten were completely different.

"You guys… you guys are so late that I was going to kill myself."

With tears streaming down her face, one such demon lord started chiding the late entrants.

"Barbatos… stop it already."

"B-but, Paimon… you understand right… I would rather commit suicide than wait for so long!"

Barbatos was softly patted on the head by another demon.

The three entrants decided to ignore the crybaby and instead focused on the matter at hand. With different looks in their eyes, all of them searched for a new face. The new demon lord.

It seemed he wasn't here. A last minute change of mind? Fear?

Guess they wouldn't know.

With a slight frown, Lucifuge picked up a glass of wine and took to the podium. All the demons stopped and looked at him as he slowly raised his glass.

"Welcome, all the Demon Lords. It is my honor as the Grand Chancellor to host all of the esteemed pinnacles of our Hell, here, together."

He slowly looked to the side.

"On this Walpurgis Nac—ht…"

Through the windows in Pandemonium.

Was the sight.

Every single demon looked out. And stopped in their tracks.

Once again. In the red skies of Hell.

Night.

Had come.