90: The Useless King

The old man was now wearing pants and a shirt, donning a black coat on top, appearing like he was some company owner who was here for a board meeting. 

"This man..."

If Azekiel had any doubts before about the identity of the old man, they were gone now. The old man was definitely the Soul Demon. There was no way he could've changed his clothes so fast. 

'A Soul Demon who fought in the war of gods.' Azekiel observed the old man, who was supposed to be a terrifying demon. Yet he looked no different than any ordinary old man from his world. 

'I don't know if I can kill him without taking a risk with the Card of Judgements, but I'll try to avoid them as much as possible. The cards are too risky, even for me. But first...'

Azekiel carried an expression of innocence on his face as he walked to the Soul Demon's House, ready to call forth his Gauntlet of Gluttony in case he needed it. 

Fortunately, the old man entered the house, clearing the entrance for him.