The concept of seeing another race was fascinating to Michael. It stirred a quiet sense of anticipation in him and made him even more eager to step into Hell.
In truth, there was no real disadvantage for him there. Hell, after all, was said to contain an almost endless number of monsters, and to Michael, that only meant one thing: experience points and corpses.
He could farm as much experience as he wanted. It might not help him directly, but it would for his undead.
Who knew? By the time he came back, his major undead might all be at least level sixty.
Soon all three were dismissed and went back to their residences, where they would wait for their desired items.
As he brought out a law seed to comprehend while he waited, the other Michael was already settling Princess Arianne in the manor.
Arianne dabbed her lips gently with a napkin, her tone warm and polite. "Thank you for the meal, Lord Mic. It was far better than I expected from something prepared on such short notice."
