"Yes. You owe every one of us. After all, you're responsible for enabling our whims."
Even Rias was surprised to the point of sitting up and looking at the nine women with an amused look. He glanced at Fulgardt's hand. The Immoral had been about to kill them all, but was only stopped by the absurd declaration Nigerra made.
"I enabled you, did I?" he said and shook his head. "This should be interesting. I don't even know who you are." The blade of [Evil Darkness] around his hand vanished.
Fulgardt hated being stalked. Bloodlust turned him into a heated kettle every time he found that someone had followed him without his knowledge. The habit had come about during the days he and his Chosen had yet to fully establish themselves. The threat of the Purity and the Paladin Champions had been particularly heavy those days, and his power had yet to be enough to contend with all of them.
