Succubus were nothing more than pests in hell—an annoyance at best, a disposable tool at worst. Their only real worth lay in their sheer numbers. Sure, there were some notable ones—like Silica and the other succubus generals—but when compared to the elite, battle-hardened demons of the Sarushima army, they were like children trying to play at war. Against those veterans, they were nothing.
"I think it's wise not to underestimate me, Sarushima-sama," Kouhei said, his tone calm yet carrying a weight that made the air feel heavier. His eyes locked onto Kazuhiro's without the slightest hint of fear. "You remember what happened to your own son when he underestimated me, don't you? And I think I could easily crush the entire Sarushima army with a powered-up succubus army if I wanted to."
