Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

Simon was so angered that he wanted to lash out and punch that smug face of his. But the next words that came out of Gelgar's mouth made his eyes icy cold.

"I want that Warhorse of yours. A [B] rank Bloodthorn Demonic Warhorse would make quite a steed for me wouldn't you agree. A lowborn demon like you having it would be a waste, that is you should gift it to me. I'm confident in bringing out its full potential." He said as he looked with greed at the warhorse in the garden adjacent to the hall. It currently sat there along with the other familiars brought along by the demons.

"Shut your @#$%^&* mouth trash." This man was eyeing his warhorse all along. He could no longer take it ice-cold killing intent started leaking out from his body. Gelgar who thought that Simon would immediately agree became stunned. "what did you say?." The two men behind him immediately barked out "You dare speak like that in front of sir Gelgar?," "You must be itching to die, you fool."

Simon was not worried to fight against them. He only tolerated this so far was because one of them was a level 289 Demon Viscount. But now that they have stepped on his bottom line he could no longer hold himself back. Even if he couldn't win against them, he was sure he would not be defeated plus he had his warhorse with him.

If he rode on his warhorse and flew away they had a fat chance of catching up to him. He quickly discarded the idea that was because the banquet was still going and he couldn't leave as he willed. Additionally, they couldn't start a fight in this place where the incredibly strong Demon Archdukes are having their banquet. If they did, there wouldn't even be a need for those Demon Archdukes to make a move, the other Demon nobilities present here would instantly crush them so as to curry favor the ones on top.

"You lowborn demon dare call me a fool. You think I don't dare to kill you here." Infuriated by Simon's words Gelgar's body trembled, his face flushed red. The two men behind him were also angered when their master was slighted. They glared at him like two bloodthirsty tigers.

"Yeah, leaving the matter about whether you have the ability to kill me aside. You won't dare to make a move at least not in this place." Simon said as he ignored the incurable fools and walked off towards a different table. "You have a death wish. Sir Gelgar allow me to kill him" the man named mike spoke out.

But Gelgar quickly waved his hands and stopped him "We can't make a commotion here. He is taunting us because he knows that. Very well you insignificant lowborn demon I will remember this humiliation." After a while, he remembered something as he flashed a cruel smile "I recall you creating a dungeon somewhere. I hope it grows well in the future hehahaha."

"Whether it grows or not it has nothing to do with a trash like you," Simon said as he continued his steps and did not bother with them anymore. He thought 'trying to threaten me? You will not be able to afford the price'. It once again reminded him that without sufficient power you will only be trampled down by others. Clenching his hands tightly until veins started popping up he made his convictions anew.

After coming over to a different table he sighed in relief, he no longer has to tolerate that egotistical trash. Picking a glass of wine from the table he thought that he could finally be alone.

But his hopes were soon broken as he saw a peculiar demon from the corner of his eyes. This demon was strange no matter how one looked at him.. He was gulping down the food on the table at a frightening pace and showed no signs of stopping.